[ 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.
[ Smoothly, he answers, ] I want you to feel how best it feels to be you about it.
[ One of his hands raises to the straw of his drink to adjust it, the palm red from a long cut that has barely healed while Loki chins his other hand. ]
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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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[ One of his hands raises to the straw of his drink to adjust it, the palm red from a long cut that has barely healed while Loki chins his other hand. ]
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he doesn't miss the scar on his palm, so— ] What happened there? [ time for a subject change. ]
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You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
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