Little Transformers? [ he arches a brow at him. look at this absolute nerd in front of him. ] Well, the Little Transformers in me don't get tired, but they don't give me the satisfaction of a good run either. [ so, in simpler terms: ] I just like doing it.
More human? [ he folds his arms across his chest. ] I'm still very much human, Loki. [ extremis may have modified him on a genetic level, but he's still a living, breathing person — or at least that's what he likes to tell himself. ]
[ 'extra' is definitely one way to put it. he steps forward as their order is called. ]
The answer is no then. [ he hands loki's milkshake over to him before he grabs the bag of pastries and his drink, leading them towards a more quiet corner of the shop. ] That's not the reason why I do it. When I run, it gives me an excuse to get out of my head. To just enjoy the sights and be in the present. [ it was also something he could turn to when he didn't have the luxury of flying around as the iron man. ]
My brain doesn't really know how to rest, [ even more so nowadays. ] so I have to trick it. Redirect its focus somehow. It doesn't always work, but it's still a nice way to start off the rest of my day.
[ His smirk is delighted by the milkshake when he takes it, tone light and playful as he sits down with long legs folded into the way of anyone who walks by their table. Brushing his hair out of his eyes as he sips on his straw, he watches Stark to gauge how much any of that rings true or makes sense. It does, sort of. Loki isn't a fan of physical exertion without a reward at the end of it though, those Transformers would be cheering him with little flags if he were in Stark's not-so-tin booties. ]
Is that why you want to talk to me, [ his smile flashes wide and white like a knife, amused, ] to trick your brain into relaxing?
[ That's fair, he thinks. Part of his hindbrain perpetually wants to cause strife and bother to Stark (like a dog shaking a toy wildly from side to side on instinct), he can't imagine trying to help him relax either. ]
I did with Him, the other Stark, to a degree. [ It's seamless, the way he draws a distinction off Tony's previous protests and runs with it. ] He cost me a small fortune in doughnuts, though.
Well, at least you won't have to worry about further monetary loss with me. I meant it when I said that I don't need anything from you. [ he can't imagine a scenario in which he would ever need loki to buy him doughnuts. ]
Help yourself, by the way. [ he gestures at the bag of pastries. ] One of those are for you.
[ Somehow, he knew he was needed before, and the lack of that is ... unsurprising, but a little sad. A leaf in the wind, blown away like so much else. Interactions lost in stories of gods and men are never Loki's to keep across the broad stretch of time for long. ]
You are different.
[ He practically purrs it, considering Tony with bright attentive eyes that flick over him to almost assess something beneath the skin as Loki steals a pastry. Sitting back, he picks at it pointedly. ]
Should I class this as an offering? [ Teasing, he grins lopsidedly. ] Since you came here to broker peace.
[ He eats pieces of his pastry, sips his milkshake, and lets his gaze rest on the oddly enigma-like version of the man he once regularly delivered snacks to in order to check he hadn't offed himself. Loki was never going to know what plagued the 'other' Stark so badly but he faintly wishes he had tried harder (resistance would have been all he had met, he is certain, and yet). ]
Do you want to know anything about Him, before we pretend he never existed?
[ Stephen, you don't tell non-magical folk about the magical bar, urgh. Avengers are such gossips. ]
It's not a business venture, it's just a place to drink at like we all used to frequent on Earth-616. [ Before Loki destroyed it. ] We call it the Bar With No Doors. Version Two.
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[ a shrug of his shoulders. ]
It's a routine. One I enjoy.
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[ It's an honest, curious question. ]
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[ Untwist thine panties, Stark. ]
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The answer is no then. [ he hands loki's milkshake over to him before he grabs the bag of pastries and his drink, leading them towards a more quiet corner of the shop. ] That's not the reason why I do it. When I run, it gives me an excuse to get out of my head. To just enjoy the sights and be in the present. [ it was also something he could turn to when he didn't have the luxury of flying around as the iron man. ]
My brain doesn't really know how to rest, [ even more so nowadays. ] so I have to trick it. Redirect its focus somehow. It doesn't always work, but it's still a nice way to start off the rest of my day.
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[ His smirk is delighted by the milkshake when he takes it, tone light and playful as he sits down with long legs folded into the way of anyone who walks by their table. Brushing his hair out of his eyes as he sips on his straw, he watches Stark to gauge how much any of that rings true or makes sense. It does, sort of. Loki isn't a fan of physical exertion without a reward at the end of it though, those Transformers would be cheering him with little flags if he were in Stark's not-so-tin booties. ]
Is that why you want to talk to me, [ his smile flashes wide and white like a knife, amused, ] to trick your brain into relaxing?
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No offense, but you wouldn't be my pick if I wanted to trick my brain into relaxing with someone.
[ far from it, actually. ]
But I do think that we can get along or at least coexist peacefully while we're here.
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I did with Him, the other Stark, to a degree. [ It's seamless, the way he draws a distinction off Tony's previous protests and runs with it. ] He cost me a small fortune in doughnuts, though.
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does he want to know? no, not really. ]
Well, at least you won't have to worry about further monetary loss with me. I meant it when I said that I don't need anything from you. [ he can't imagine a scenario in which he would ever need loki to buy him doughnuts. ]
Help yourself, by the way. [ he gestures at the bag of pastries. ] One of those are for you.
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You are different.
[ He practically purrs it, considering Tony with bright attentive eyes that flick over him to almost assess something beneath the skin as Loki steals a pastry. Sitting back, he picks at it pointedly. ]
Should I class this as an offering? [ Teasing, he grins lopsidedly. ] Since you came here to broker peace.
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[ being in a futuristic dystopia set in a post-apocalyptic earth for almost a year would do that to someone, for better or for worse. ]
But sure, consider it an offering. [ he's sincere about it anyway. ]
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Do you want to know anything about Him, before we pretend he never existed?
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[ he already has enough grievances from what little footprint is left of other him here. ]
I've learned enough. And knowing about him isn't going to change what I do here.
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[ Look who's messed up now! ]
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[ eat your pastry, loki. ]
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Why would I insult myselves? [ No, wait: ] Actually, a bit of both.
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Point stands, let's put other me to rest. You can tell me how you've been instead.
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Sure, what do you want to know?
[ Ask him in detail, bitch! If you care so much. ]
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[ slow coffee sip. ]
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It's not a business venture, it's just a place to drink at like we all used to frequent on Earth-616. [ Before Loki destroyed it. ] We call it the Bar With No Doors. Version Two.
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So, kinda like a club for magic users then.
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[ The longest pause as he sips his shake. ]
No offence.
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[ he doesn't drink and he isn't into magic, so it isn't a fit for him in the first place. ]
Sounds like you're doing pretty well for yourself.
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[ Chinning a hand to show him those large green eyes. Go on. Show him how interested you are in his life, Tony. ]
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he rests his arms on top of the table, setting his cup down. ]
How do you want me to feel about it?
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