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. ]
[ 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. ]
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 ...
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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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!! ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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!
[ Stephen, on the other hand, stares out at the rain as it picks up, patters against the grass. The eyes he can feel on him he resolutely ignores and turns his attention instead to Loki's question.
There are any number of answers, any number of spells. But something he uses conveniently, his favourite...
He responds with a slightly lifted hand, an almost fluid flex and waterfall wave of his fingers. At first it might not be clear that he's answering at all, but the fluidity is the answer. The slight hum of active magic that courses down that arm and into his hand with its spider-silk scars is another hint. ]
A godsend for personal grooming.
[ He jokes - godsend, a conspiratorial glance Loki's way - because it's too late to take back something that might be too personal for a casual question like this. But it is what it is: channeling magic like this for brief minutes here and there makes it easier to live. To do with relative ease the little things he used to take for granted: trim his own beard, sign his own name.
[ Active magic, free-flowing and precise for immediate use. That does look handy (haha) in its ability to be wielded in myriad ways. His smile widens at the godsend joke and he wonders how often Stephen employs that sort of small, easy powerbank of power. His fingers move with grace, so Loki supposes daily. ]
Mine? That's easy, but it isn't really magic.
[ Features shift from male to female as Loki assumes her womanly form, makeup shimmering into place on top, smokey eyes and red lips. Her stature doesn't change much aside from how she shifts her weight to account for new curves (a hip finds his more easily) and her hair ripples down until it meets her waist.
Her voice is a margin softer, an octave higher when she answers. ]
[ It's not the first time he's seen this form of hers, though this time it's considerably less dangerous to be so close. It's his turn now to look for those similarities, the differences. Softer in places. No less sharp for it. ]
Sounds like magic to me.
[ Just like breathing. Not always, of course, magic can take extreme tolls. But fact remains that it's one of the things that comes most naturally in the world to the likes of them, losing it a suffocation all its own. ]
Not a lot of good for blending into a crowd.
[ Is that a joke, an observation or a compliment? It might be a compliment. All you have to do is squint. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ Wagging a warning finger! ]
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It was during the final fight between us that the dog ...
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I'm not surprised he's not your biggest fan.
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[ Buttering Stephen up? Him??? ]
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Just be sure to miss me with that tough love training arc.
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[ With a mock-sad pout. ]
That older Loki, is he from your reality?
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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... So I am your favourite Loki.
[ THIS SEEMS THE MOST SALIENT POINT??? ]
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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. ]
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Cool.
[ It starts to rain and he wrinkles his nose, tugging Stephen toward a large tree. ]
Let's wait it out?
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[ But he doesn't protest being led out of the rain. ]
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[ 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!
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There are any number of answers, any number of spells. But something he uses conveniently, his favourite...
He responds with a slightly lifted hand, an almost fluid flex and waterfall wave of his fingers. At first it might not be clear that he's answering at all, but the fluidity is the answer. The slight hum of active magic that courses down that arm and into his hand with its spider-silk scars is another hint. ]
A godsend for personal grooming.
[ He jokes - godsend, a conspiratorial glance Loki's way - because it's too late to take back something that might be too personal for a casual question like this. But it is what it is: channeling magic like this for brief minutes here and there makes it easier to live. To do with relative ease the little things he used to take for granted: trim his own beard, sign his own name.
He lowers his hand and the magic fizzles out. ]
And yours?
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Mine? That's easy, but it isn't really magic.
[ Features shift from male to female as Loki assumes her womanly form, makeup shimmering into place on top, smokey eyes and red lips. Her stature doesn't change much aside from how she shifts her weight to account for new curves (a hip finds his more easily) and her hair ripples down until it meets her waist.
Her voice is a margin softer, an octave higher when she answers. ]
Just like breathing, really.
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Sounds like magic to me.
[ Just like breathing. Not always, of course, magic can take extreme tolls. But fact remains that it's one of the things that comes most naturally in the world to the likes of them, losing it a suffocation all its own. ]
Not a lot of good for blending into a crowd.
[ Is that a joke, an observation or a compliment? It might be a compliment. All you have to do is squint. ]
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You are thinking of illusions, this is not one. This is me.
[ Her arm in his gives a squeeze. ]
If you feel I am tricking you, I can always turn back. [ Her lips curl in a mischievous smile. ] You seem to have no preference, so far.
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