[ he has decided not to text him because texting him may mislead loki into assuming that what he's about to say is open for discourse. it is not. ]
I'm only going to say this once, Loki. [ he already sounds annoyed. ]
I don't appreciate you adapting me into your fan fics or mentioning me to other people on a public network. It doesn't matter that you didn't use my name. There are plenty of people here who can figure out that Toby Stank is me.
[ he's going to let it slide this time, but unfortunately, there is still more to cover— ]
Neither do I appreciate you creating a construct of me and showing it off to someone from a different Earth like that is somehow even remotely okay. It might be fun and games to you, but do me a favor and leave me out of whatever petty spats you get into from now on. In fact, don't bring me up at all. [ an exasperated sigh can be heard and then— ] I'm pretty sure I'm just wasting my breath here.
[ Blinking at his phone because that's fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi Tony Stark, he almost trips. At first he presses his lips together to hold in a laugh, then finds indignation spurring on a scoff as he gets rebuked for 1, a petty spat, sure, and 2, a misconstrued idea of what actually happened with the construct after. He sits down on the ledge of a building, flipping his coattails back in annoyance as he starts casting a track-hack spell. It doesn't work, exactly, he can't locate Stark, but at least the runic jargon carries his message to the device that contacted his through whatever veil of firewalls have been put in place. Which is frankly overdramatic, but he isn't surprised the technological door was just slammed in his face.
It feels like being told off by Thor, and annoyingly it has the same effect of making him feel bad out of the blue because he can hear the same caustic, wounded sentiments in the abrading tone that dresses him down now.
Loki sighs before he sends a recording. ]
You weren't here when I wrote that, I wouldn't have used you if you were around to be humiliated.
[ Not that that makes it any better, but. It's true. ]
Stephen told me his Stark was dead. I found him in a room made of galaxies, so I conjured up an image of you to show the differences, if there were any ... and also assure him you were alive in other universes.
I didn't ... I was trying to apologise. Truly.
[ Mulling over the bits and pieces in his coat pockets as he speaks, he turns a diamond over in his palm. ]
I was very angry when he and I first crossed paths, that doesn't matter now. I wanted to hurt him and I did, only it wasn't in the way I intended.
... Are you listening, Tony?
[ Probably not. He hangs up as he hops down the fire escape, suddenly craving something sweet and excessive. ]
[ Lips pursing when he doesn't get a reply for over ten minutes, he issues another message while looking really weird in a queue for a latte. Green runes dance over his phone like the matrix, earning him even more odd looks than his outfit deserves. ]
This is all a bit much, isn't it? Well, at least you're not strapping me to the walls of your workshop anymore when I drop in, I suppose there's some comfort in there still being solid floors in this city despite your determination not to talk to me.
I would like to see your new den of electrics, when you've it up and running. [ Chattering to himself as he walks and sips his drink, he looks up at the blue sky. A small smile indents a corner of his lips. ] I will even promise not to touch anything that looks boring.
[ Since he's fairly sure his messages are getting through, he sporadically sends more throughout the day. The next one comes after he's had some thought in the shower, water hissing in the background before being turned off. He's getting quite good at impacting his track-hack spell now, doing it with a wave as he towels down. ]
So if this isn't a Team Magic thing where just Stephen and I have to work together to break free of this realm, if all the other Avengers arrive is there going to be some sort of get-together? Do you guys do that? Huddle up? I don't know, I'm usually the one being huddled about, I assume, but otherwise how do you all make any plans for things?
Have you done anything with my map, by the way? I think I'm safe in saying you didn't come over to ogle it and leave things there. Is there anyone else worth talking to about interdimensional travel other than me and Strange?
Oh, shit, where's my pomade?
[ He has to blowdry his hair, sorry for the noise before the message cuts off. ]
[ why does he get the impression that loki is just going to keep sending him messages until he responds back?
he could keep ignoring him, but he brought up the one topic that holds any modicum of interest for him right now. pick up the phone, loser. he's calling. ]
[ Staring at the phone for five seconds like he's debating not answering, but he does. Smirking. He has the audacity to sound curious as to whom the number might belong, since it hasn't called him directly before. ]
I think he's busy doing Strange-things, whatever the Sorcerer Supreme ... or the former ... does when he has too much time on his hands in a new dimension crawling with magical energies.
You could talk to David Alleyne, he never stops. I suspect he told me a great deal but I zoned out.
[ he actually still needs to speak to josh and david since it seems they are reluctant to reach out to him first. ]
So, that's a no then. [ he doesn't sound impressed. ]
I did make some modifications to your map. [ he adjusted it to suit his needs better as well as interfaced it with data and detailed visuals of each earth. ] But I'm no closer to figuring all of this out since the last time we spoke. [ now he just sounds tired. ]
[ he has a quip to say to that, but he has enough tact not to speak it out loud. is this what we call character growth? ]
I've had a long day. [ it's probably a good idea for him to cut this conversation short before he makes any further uncouth comments. ] I'm closing this line, for the record. If you want to continue shouting into the void, then help yourself.
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ANON, voice message—
I'm only going to say this once, Loki. [ he already sounds annoyed. ]
I don't appreciate you adapting me into your fan fics or mentioning me to other people on a public network. It doesn't matter that you didn't use my name. There are plenty of people here who can figure out that Toby Stank is me.
[ he's going to let it slide this time, but unfortunately, there is still more to cover— ]
Neither do I appreciate you creating a construct of me and showing it off to someone from a different Earth like that is somehow even remotely okay. It might be fun and games to you, but do me a favor and leave me out of whatever petty spats you get into from now on. In fact, don't bring me up at all. [ an exasperated sigh can be heard and then— ] I'm pretty sure I'm just wasting my breath here.
[ the message abruptly ends. ]
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fucking Obi-Wan KenobiTony Stark, he almost trips. At first he presses his lips together to hold in a laugh, then finds indignation spurring on a scoff as he gets rebuked for 1, a petty spat, sure, and 2, a misconstrued idea of what actually happened with the construct after. He sits down on the ledge of a building, flipping his coattails back in annoyance as he starts casting a track-hack spell. It doesn't work, exactly, he can't locate Stark, but at least the runic jargon carries his message to the device that contacted his through whatever veil of firewalls have been put in place. Which is frankly overdramatic, but he isn't surprised the technological door was just slammed in his face.It feels like being told off by Thor, and annoyingly it has the same effect of making him feel bad out of the blue because he can hear the same caustic, wounded sentiments in the abrading tone that dresses him down now.
Loki sighs before he sends a recording. ]
You weren't here when I wrote that, I wouldn't have used you if you were around to be humiliated.
[ Not that that makes it any better, but. It's true. ]
Stephen told me his Stark was dead. I found him in a room made of galaxies, so I conjured up an image of you to show the differences, if there were any ... and also assure him you were alive in other universes.
I didn't ... I was trying to apologise. Truly.
[ Mulling over the bits and pieces in his coat pockets as he speaks, he turns a diamond over in his palm. ]
I was very angry when he and I first crossed paths, that doesn't matter now. I wanted to hurt him and I did, only it wasn't in the way I intended.
... Are you listening, Tony?
[ Probably not. He hangs up as he hops down the fire escape, suddenly craving something sweet and excessive. ]
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Don't do it again. [ end of message. ]
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He uses the same spell to shoot a voicemail back, not being asleep even at such a heinous hour. ]
Why have you got me blocked? I'm not affiliated with the Villainous Ref boyband, if that's what you're worried about. No one is hearing you but me.
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anyway, he is gonna ghost him now. 💁🏻♂️ ]
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This is all a bit much, isn't it? Well, at least you're not strapping me to the walls of your workshop anymore when I drop in, I suppose there's some comfort in there still being solid floors in this city despite your determination not to talk to me.
I would like to see your new den of electrics, when you've it up and running. [ Chattering to himself as he walks and sips his drink, he looks up at the blue sky. A small smile indents a corner of his lips. ] I will even promise not to touch anything that looks boring.
[ Heheh, wordplay. ]
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what the hell is he even yammering on about? ]
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So if this isn't a Team Magic thing where just Stephen and I have to work together to break free of this realm, if all the other Avengers arrive is there going to be some sort of get-together? Do you guys do that? Huddle up? I don't know, I'm usually the one being huddled about, I assume, but otherwise how do you all make any plans for things?
Have you done anything with my map, by the way? I think I'm safe in saying you didn't come over to ogle it and leave things there. Is there anyone else worth talking to about interdimensional travel other than me and Strange?
Oh, shit, where's my pomade?
[ He has to blowdry his hair, sorry for the noise before the message cuts off. ]
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he could keep ignoring him, but he brought up the one topic that holds any modicum of interest for him right now. pick up the phone, loser. he's calling. ]
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Hello?
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but instead, he's just gonna skip the formalities and cut right to the chase— ]
I wasn't aware that you were working with Strange. Did either of you learn anything new?
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[ Neener neener. ]
I think he's busy doing Strange-things, whatever the Sorcerer Supreme ... or the former ... does when he has too much time on his hands in a new dimension crawling with magical energies.
You could talk to David Alleyne, he never stops. I suspect he told me a great deal but I zoned out.
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So, that's a no then. [ he doesn't sound impressed. ]
I did make some modifications to your map. [ he adjusted it to suit his needs better as well as interfaced it with data and detailed visuals of each earth. ] But I'm no closer to figuring all of this out since the last time we spoke. [ now he just sounds tired. ]
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[ He can't be everywhere and brainstorming everything when he's a charred crisp! ]
You sound like shit.
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And you sound great for someone who recently got barbequed.
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Surprised you didn't make a quip about Frost Giants melting, to be honest.
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I've had a long day. [ it's probably a good idea for him to cut this conversation short before he makes any further uncouth comments. ] I'm closing this line, for the record. If you want to continue shouting into the void, then help yourself.
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[ Fuck you, he's hanging up first!! ]