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[ikols]

[ Choking on some carrot, wow. Clearing his throat, he makes a noise that has nothing to do with the noodle sauce burning the back of his nose. ]

Billy doesn't have any kind of authority over my opinions, he is freshly married to a space emperor and thinks he knows it all.

[rehandle]

[ He manages to keep his reaction down to only a mildly victorious smirk. ]

Oh. So he was wrong. Okay.

[ If you say so, Loki!! ]

[ikols]

You haven't met Earth-616's Strange, he is a curmudgeon who thinks I killed his dog on purpose, all because I helped him out behind his back and he didn't like it.

[ What an unreasonable jerk. ]

[rehandle]

[ A squint, but it's still accompanied with a half-smirk. How are there always more bizarre tales just around the corner? ]

You helped him out... behind his back. And at some point his dog died? I can see why that might not have gone over well.

[ikols]

Ugh, I caught Bats the dog in the backlash of a spell, I would never attack an animal like that. I got the talking ghost back for Strange! That was something I did not have to do, but I did.

[ Tossing his empty noodles carton in a passing bin, he stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets. ]

It was mildly fun living in Bleecker, admittedly.

[rehandle]

[ Don't mind as his brows slowly climb up his forehead the more Loki talks. He didn't mean to open a can of worms here, but boy oh boy. Following up on ghost... dogs? can come later, because - ]

You lived in the Sanctum?

[ There's just so much to unpack. He asks it like he's asking somebody to clarify the details of a movie he missed. ]

[ikols]

... You can't be mad because it was not your Sanctum.

[ Wagging a warning finger! ]

[rehandle]

I'm not mad. I just can't imagine how or why.

[ikols]

There was something dangerous coming and he was not prepared. I forced him to up his game by stripping him of his title and home, I gave him the impetus to be able to take it all back on his own. Once he managed that, he was ready to be the Sorcerer Supreme that was needed.

It was during the final fight between us that the dog ...

[rehandle]

[ — wow. His expression moves from the loose edge of surprise to a slightly-sharper-than-bemused frown. ]

I'm not surprised he's not your biggest fan.

[ikols]

Neither is he as handsome as you.

[ Buttering Stephen up? Him??? ]

[rehandle]

[ It earns him a squint. Not even an attempt at subtlety? Incredible. ]

Just be sure to miss me with that tough love training arc.

[ikols]

Ah, you've no need of it! Whatever has kept you from being Sorcerer Supreme lately will inevitably build you back up, I believe that. What need have you for me? None.

[ With a mock-sad pout. ]

That older Loki, is he from your reality?

[rehandle]

[ That'll have to be promise enough, so he moves on with a lightly chiding look - familiar enough to be reassuring. ]

He is. I'm amazed he hasn't already confirmed that himself.

[ They seem to have come to something of a truce, but in his reality it's still technically Stephen who's done Loki the greatest slight. He doesn't expect that to go completely forgotten. ]

[ikols]

He keeps to himself, hasn't discovered the joys of Midgard yet. Very solemn, that one. Needs some fun.

[ NUDGE NUDGE. ]

Maybe you ought to hang out with him and buy him noodles instead of me. Unless you like me more. Do you? Like me more?

[ The wheedling, the grinning. ]

[rehandle]

[ A cough of laughter at the idea of hanging out with his Earth's Loki - except then Loki goes into wheedling mode and he's forced to roll his eyes into an expression of mock disapproval. ]

Are you always this needy? [ Asked not unkindly. ] I somehow don't think he'd appreciate my company. Why don't you take him out?

[ikols]

Not when I get what I want.

[ With a big!! WINK!! Laughing, he tosses back his hair and gives the arm in his a squeeze. Is he flirting with a Doctor Strange? "Stranger things have happened" is an apt phrase right now. ]

Would you want to hang out with yourself? Besides, Lokis are like cats! Put too many of us in a room and you will have nothing left standing by the end of the day.

[rehandle]

[ Disapproval bleeds into incredulity, nudging his elbow into Loki's ribs and moving swiftly on. ]

Then stay outside. [ Smartass. ] He's a fan of mine in the same way Strange is a fan of yours. I haven't given him quite as much reason to take issue, and we've agreed a truce, but...

[ A shrug. They won't be casually hanging out any time soon, he assumes. ]

[ikols]

[ Oof! Rude. ]

... So I am your favourite Loki.

[ THIS SEEMS THE MOST SALIENT POINT??? ]

[rehandle]

[ In lieu of another jab in the ribs, a little flit of his fingers sends a crack of amber playing between them, a light and playful warning like static electricity. Behave!! ]

[ikols]

[ That earns a startled giggle but it doesn't have the effect Stephen might intend. Loki sends a shiver of green magic up his arm, chaos magic weaving a swift path up to tickle his neck before it vanishes. ]

[rehandle]

[ — Oh.

Pardon you. After the magic passes with a startled inward snort of breath and his smirk does its best to twist into a frown, there's a suspended moment for thought before Stephen announces, resolved: ]

Least favourite.

[ Obviously the truest of true statements and not at all fake. ]

[ikols]

[ Triumph shines in his eyes. ]

Cool.

[ It starts to rain and he wrinkles his nose, tugging Stephen toward a large tree. ]

Let's wait it out?

[rehandle]

We could just go inside.

[ But he doesn't protest being led out of the rain. ]

[ikols]

Yes, but there are other people there and I don't care about them.

[ Under the tree he hustles into Stephen's side and keeps as far back from the rain as possible. He tilts his head curiously, looking him over to see if he can pick out overt differences between this man and the sorcerer who enjoys tossing him into random portals and out of his immediate vicinity. ]

Tell me what your favourite spell is. Something you use conveniently!