[ Originally, Chris had considered naming a little bistro on Risa, since the Enterprise was scheduled for shore leave there, and he still wasn't sure that inviting Loki on board was a good idea. But then space intervened as space is often wont to do, and the Enterprise wound up being surprised by a fleet of Romulan dogfighters, a skirmish that wound up taking so long, and inflicting so much damage, that they had to limp their way back into Federation space and entirely missed their scheduled leave.
So it was just as well, really, that Chris hadn't suggested Risa after all.
He'd managed to convince Number One not to accompany him on this little excursion — he admires her commitment to his safety, and is happy to admit that she has a point and he should be less cavalier with his own life in the face of the unknown, but Chris knows how he's going to die and one flirty alien godling isn't going to be the end of him, so everyone can just relax alright — and instead distracted her with fixing up the damage their ship had endured, which is how Chris finds himself dressed in his civvies, wandering an alien market, his universal translator clipped to his breast pocket as he examines the oddly-glistening wares laid out on the table before him, the alien vendor blinking her segmented eyes at him suspiciously as she watched him watch her. Humans don't often come this far out into uncharted space, after all.
Either Loki will come or he won't. After two hours, he's got a scheduled check-in with the crew, and if worst comes to worst, he can just enjoy an afternoon away from work with nobody trying to kill him. Hopefully. ]
[ At first he thinks he has been ghosted, pleasantly surprised when it turns out Pike was merely fighting for his life against aliens instead. Fortunate, that. The planet suggested for their rendezvous is a charming one and Loki, wrapped in a cloak that covers his simple Midgardian clothes (a green hoodie and dark jeans) wanders the market minus his helm that would otherwise likely cause a stir. This isn't his universe, he doesn't know if there was or is a Loki here, but toting some glimmering golden uru horns around an unfamiliar city is begging for trouble.
It's also easier to steal trinkets when he fades easily into peripheral vision.
By the time he spots Pike, Loki is tired of making a five-finger discount of petty desires and eager to be seen. He pulls down his hood and his smile is bright, eyes as green as his magic, and he calls to him teasingly as he makes his way through the crowd. ]
[ Chris has moved on to a different stall, this one apparently selling dinnerware of some kind, when he hears a voice call out what he assumes is a hail for him specifically.
Turning away from the table in front of him, he watches a tall, slender figure weave its way through the crowd, a cloak billowing behind him even in the close quarters and the still air. Somehow, that level of drama feels entirely expected, though he is mildly surprised not to see that golden crown adorning Loki's head. Guess the horns weren't attached after all. ]
Loki. [ He holds out his hand, looking Loki up and down, noting the old-fashioned clothing he wears beneath the cloak with mild amusement. ] Nice cloak.
Nice planet. Planned on hurling bric-a-brac at me if it turned out I was hostile? Tiny plates are truly my one weakness.
[ He shakes the hand, his own colder than a human's, and then smoothly slips his arm through the crook of Pike's elbow. The market is warm and dusty but Loki smells like a pine forest as he looks the captain over, an accent tinted with something like Norwegian lilting on a chuckle. ]
Have you somewhere in mind for our date or shall we wing it?
Tiny plates are everybody's weakness. Can't protect yourself from all of them all at once.
[ Varying degrees of temperature shouldn't be strange, and yet Loki looks so human that Chris had expected him to have warm palms like his or like Spock's. It's a little disconcerting to feel like he's just pressed his hand against a refrigeration coil, but it's not unpleasant. The heat of this planet's sun can be a little oppressive when out from under the shade sails that are strung across the market, so a little coolness is welcome.
The green scent of evergreen trees is also welcome, a strange little whiff of home. He glances down in amusement when long fingers curl around his elbow, but doesn't say anything. ]
I've found that too much planning is a sure-fire way to ruin just about anything, so let's wing it.
[ While Loki's reputation as a menace, a trickster, and a liar tends to precede him (none of which he tries to outrun) he also has the advantage of a kind of sanity and calm his other lifetimes never experienced, and he is entirely game to spend a day mildly browsing stalls if that is what gives Pike some sense of control and comfort around a stranger. As the only son of Freyja with more than an ounce of manners, he behaves himself for the time being until he can better gauge Pike's opinion of him in person.
So the magic-fevered, wild-hearted myth quietens, and the amiable godling who lives in Manhattan takes over as they walk. ]
Isn't that what a captain does, plan everything? I imagine tomes upon tomes of reports being delivered to you on the daily, all with decisions needing to be made.
[ After the last few weeks of being chased through space with the Romulans nipping at their heels, strategically targeting their most important systems, never quite being able to catch a moment's rest or consider plans for the future while he tried frantically to regroup, reassess, retaliate, aimlessly wandering through stalls he has no real interest in sounds great.
That he can couch his afternoon off from duty as a diplomatic excursion is just a plus. He's not actually fooling anyone, but it looks good on paper. ]
Which is exactly why I say it takes the fun out of everything.
[ His arm slips further through Pike's as they walk and he sidles closer under the excuse of the crowds. ]
Then let's have some fun, Christopher, since you're so determinedly off the clock! I'll spoil you, you handsome thing. [ Tossing his hair, Loki takes the lead and looks ahead for food carts, intent on attending to his date's every need. ] Are you hungry from waiting for me? Thirsty?
[ Loki sidling in closer and tightening his arm through Chris' gets a slight smile, one that broadens into a huffed laugh at Loki's excited exclamations. ]
Will you, now.
[ Hey, he's not complaining. Being spoiled sounds nice, in theory, and he's still so amused by this entire situation that he's willing to go along with it and see what happens.
Worst-case scenario he has to get Chief Kyle to beam him up with his pants down, which would be embarrassing, but not the end of the world. ]
Honestly, I'm not quite sure if any of this is edible for humans. [ Some of the food stalls seem to be selling some kind of roasted meat, which smells pretty good, but Chris is a little suspicious of it nonetheless. Who knows what poor creature gave up its life to wind up on that skewer. ]
[ The soft murmur comes with an even more gentle hip-check at his side as Loki stifles a grin. ]
Well, I've sampled every poison on Midgard, so I'll let you know if anything tastes dodgy by mortal standards.
[ He pays for a skewer of Miscellaneous Meat(TM) and has a nibble, humming approvingly at the sweet taste. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a crooked knuckle, he nods. ]
Taste like pineapple-and-pepperoni pizza on a stick. Sound good? Or is there something else you're craving?
[ He's certainly a friendly guy, this Loki character. Part of Chris is still on mild alert, waiting for a double-cross, waiting for a cultural misunderstanding, waiting for danger, but most of him is just tired right now, and it's easier to let himself be towed through the crowd by the man at his elbow than it is to try and fight him. ]
Every one? What on earth for?
[ Presumably they didn't do anything to him, or if they did, the effects were mild enough that Loki's none the worse for wear, but Chris can't imagine why someone would put themselves through that.
Also, they aren't on Midgard, so...
He eyes the skewer in Loki's hand with vague trepidation, still a little suspicious. ] Pineapple pizza. Really?
People have tried to poison me a lot, I would be invited to dinner and have arsenic laced in my lamb or strychnine in my wine. They're not bad flavourings ... for an Asgardian. I prefer ketchup, to be honest.
[ His smile broadens at Chris's uncertain look and in his free hand he gives the skewer a light toss in the air, green magic sparkling around it for a moment; when he catches it, it's a fresh Earth hotdog with mustard.
[ Chris pulls back a little so he can frown at Loki, obviously disapproving of poisoning attempts. Perhaps he deserved it — if he's truly thousands of years old, that's a lot of time to make enemies, considering how many of them Chris has managed to cultivate in his forty-odd years circling the sun — but still. Poison is a coward's weapon. He prefers to settle his differences with others through diplomacy, or, if worst comes to worst, fists and phasers.
Poison is tantamount to cheating. ]
If anything, it's even less. [ He laughs, surprised and a little intrigued, and reaches out to accept the hot dog regardless of what he just said, though he doesn't bite into it and instead just turns it around to look it over. ] Incredible. How did you do that?
[ It is terrible that those things happened to him, also that he was a terrible person at the time too. He really did deserve it.
Shrugging off the less than pleasant topic of avoiding murder attempts, he directs them to a stall selling drinks next which can provide another example. Usually Loki wouldn't put on a show for anyone, preferring to keep his spells low-key (haha) but doing it for a date is different; don't ask him how, those are just the rules. You don't trick the person you're interested in. ]
I lied to the food until it believed it was something else. [ He gives a casual flick of a finger to the cup of dark liquid he orders and it turns to clear water when he shows Chris. ] I'm a reality-warper, that's how it works for me.
[ Chris was never much of a scientist, not to mention he grew up with a comparative religions professor heading his household, so he's spent a large portion of his life listening to stories about magic and miracles and has even witnessed a few himself.
He still believes that there's an explanation for everything, but he can't deny the fact that some things are just too complicated for his understanding.
Watching Loki transform a kebab into a hot dog and a glass of whatever juice or wine or tea he ordered into what looks like pure water definitely feels like one of those things. ]
Hence those stones you mentioned. [ Chris is still perfectly happy to leave them where they belong: far away from him and the Enterprise. He's done enough tampering with crystals, thank you. ] Is that how you got here so quickly? Warping reality?
No, I found a way to step between dimensions, from mine into yours. It's quite far by the Multiverse's standards ...
[ Taking a sip of his water, he gives Chris's arm a squeeze and looks up at him (when did Loki shapeshift his height? a mystery!) through his lashes. ]
[ He's not quite sure when he stopped having to lift his chin an inch or two to meet Loki's eyes and instead had to tip it down, but whenever it happened, it was so naturally done that Chris barely even notices the change now as he looks down at the young man hugging his bicep.
Young man, ancient being, god of mischief, inter-dimensional traveler, magic-wielder...
It's possible Chris is in over his head. ]
You're very complimentary. [ It must clearly be working, or surely Chris wouldn't be so relaxed right now, smiling slightly as he takes in all the details of his companion. To be fair, Loki isn't the first person who'd stepped into the wrong universe that he'd met. So far he seems easier to handle than Georgiou ever was. ] Was the me in your universe not worth the effort?
[ He laughs as well, letting himself be tugged along.
Games? Prizes? Loki is making this random market on some backwater little moon sound like a carnival, or some kind of fun fair. It's not precisely the cluster of adjectives Chris would have chosen, but Loki's enthusiasm is infectious, and he finds himself easily being led along the path. ]
Like you said, it's better to make our own fun than live by the rules.
[ Did Chris say that ... ?
There aren't technically any stalls with prizes, per se, but Loki wheedles out a market stall with some pretty bracelets of alien-glass hanging from hooks and proceeds to make a bet with the old minotaurish lady in charge, at home being roguishly charming with far more flair than he has shown so far. He pats Chris's arm onto which he's holding. ]
If my friend can guess the colour of the bracelet you hold behind your back, we win it for free. How's that, grandmother?
[ The sideways look he gives Chris says Trust me. ]
Maybe the him in another universe said that. Ugh. This is why he doesn't mess with alternate dimensions. It's all too confusing and he's too old to keep all this information in line, thank you very much.
Watching Loki charm the bullish seller behind her little booth is nearly as entertaining as being the full recipient of all that charm, and Chris has to admit to being mildly impressed by the ease with which he turns on such a skill. It also makes him pretty damn aware that he is being charmed by Loki, but Chris is charming enough himself to know that not all manipulation is sinister in nature, and so far, he hasn't seen any reason to be distrustful.
It's enough to make him wink at Loki when he glances at him sideways, agreeing to go along with the farce. ]
[ If he likes one thing more than tricks, it's having someone to share them with, so as the woman gives a sceptical snort and secretively chooses a bracelet to put behind her back Loki has to force his smile into an anxious frown.
Luckily, he happens to be a champion fibber and the way he puts a hand to his head is convincing enough to have the seller looking confident. She can't see one of her pretty mirrors floating up behind her with the motion of Loki's hand and tilting to reveal the reflection of what she holds to Chris. ]
Oh, how I wish I could afford such beautiful trinkets as these!
[ To avoid the impression of trying to peek behind the seller's bulky shoulder, Chris leans closer to Loki, draping his arm over the other man's shoulder and once again idly noticing how comfortable the motion is, like their bodies were engineered to fit into the same space.
That hadn't always been the case, right?
Regardless, it seems to be the case now, and whatever the reason, it puts Chris in the perfect position to murmur a quiet: ] Laying it on a little thick there, pal, [ into his ear.
Turning back to the seller, he hems and haws for a moment before deciding, careful to keep his awareness of the mirror relegated solely to his periphery. ]
At first I thought yellow, but now I'm thinking blue.
[ If laying it on thick means he gets to snuggle sideways into a handsome Starfleet captain, call him Cheddar McCheese. Loki slips an arm around Chris's waist and settles in cosily as his date hmms and ahhs about the bracelet colour, letting the mirror silently levitate back to the table once its purpose is achieved.
He pats Chris on the chest, moon-eyed for ditzy effect. ]
I do so love blue!
[ The minotaur huffs in annoyance and brings the blue bracelet around, her expression surprisingly flat for someone with a snout. She offers it over and Loki exclaims cheerfully how over the moon he is, how incredible the craftsmanship is ...
And she seems mollified when more passers-by take notice of her wares, thank the gods. ]
[ A little curl of tension loosens when the mirror settles back down where it was before; he can't lie and say there wasn't a part of him that was bracing for this escapade to be discovered, for the seller to bellow in outrage and for them to be chased through the market. It seems pretty par for the course for Chris' experience in alien markets, much to his chagrin.
He gives Loki a flat look of his own before curling his arm around his shoulders a little tighter, pasting on an appropriately appreciative look as the (admittedly) pretty bracelet is revealed.
At least the minotaur seems appeased with Loki's fawning praise, though Chris starts to try and steer them away anyway, unwilling to press their luck. He has his phaser on him, but he doesn't want to start firing anything in the throng of people around them, set to stun or not. ]
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some unknown planet somewhere deep in space it's all a lot of ???
So it was just as well, really, that Chris hadn't suggested Risa after all.
He'd managed to convince Number One not to accompany him on this little excursion — he admires her commitment to his safety, and is happy to admit that she has a point and he should be less cavalier with his own life in the face of the unknown, but Chris knows how he's going to die and one flirty alien godling isn't going to be the end of him, so everyone can just relax alright — and instead distracted her with fixing up the damage their ship had endured, which is how Chris finds himself dressed in his civvies, wandering an alien market, his universal translator clipped to his breast pocket as he examines the oddly-glistening wares laid out on the table before him, the alien vendor blinking her segmented eyes at him suspiciously as she watched him watch her. Humans don't often come this far out into uncharted space, after all.
Either Loki will come or he won't. After two hours, he's got a scheduled check-in with the crew, and if worst comes to worst, he can just enjoy an afternoon away from work with nobody trying to kill him. Hopefully. ]
here we go lads here we gooo
It's also easier to steal trinkets when he fades easily into peripheral vision.
By the time he spots Pike, Loki is tired of making a five-finger discount of petty desires and eager to be seen. He pulls down his hood and his smile is bright, eyes as green as his magic, and he calls to him teasingly as he makes his way through the crowd. ]
O'captain, my captain!
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Turning away from the table in front of him, he watches a tall, slender figure weave its way through the crowd, a cloak billowing behind him even in the close quarters and the still air. Somehow, that level of drama feels entirely expected, though he is mildly surprised not to see that golden crown adorning Loki's head. Guess the horns weren't attached after all. ]
Loki. [ He holds out his hand, looking Loki up and down, noting the old-fashioned clothing he wears beneath the cloak with mild amusement. ] Nice cloak.
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[ He shakes the hand, his own colder than a human's, and then smoothly slips his arm through the crook of Pike's elbow. The market is warm and dusty but Loki smells like a pine forest as he looks the captain over, an accent tinted with something like Norwegian lilting on a chuckle. ]
Have you somewhere in mind for our date or shall we wing it?
[ Date, yes. Casually dropping that in there. ]
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[ Varying degrees of temperature shouldn't be strange, and yet Loki looks so human that Chris had expected him to have warm palms like his or like Spock's. It's a little disconcerting to feel like he's just pressed his hand against a refrigeration coil, but it's not unpleasant. The heat of this planet's sun can be a little oppressive when out from under the shade sails that are strung across the market, so a little coolness is welcome.
The green scent of evergreen trees is also welcome, a strange little whiff of home. He glances down in amusement when long fingers curl around his elbow, but doesn't say anything. ]
I've found that too much planning is a sure-fire way to ruin just about anything, so let's wing it.
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So the magic-fevered, wild-hearted myth quietens, and the amiable godling who lives in Manhattan takes over as they walk. ]
Isn't that what a captain does, plan everything? I imagine tomes upon tomes of reports being delivered to you on the daily, all with decisions needing to be made.
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That he can couch his afternoon off from duty as a diplomatic excursion is just a plus. He's not actually fooling anyone, but it looks good on paper. ]
Which is exactly why I say it takes the fun out of everything.
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[ His arm slips further through Pike's as they walk and he sidles closer under the excuse of the crowds. ]
Then let's have some fun, Christopher, since you're so determinedly off the clock! I'll spoil you, you handsome thing. [ Tossing his hair, Loki takes the lead and looks ahead for food carts, intent on attending to his date's every need. ] Are you hungry from waiting for me? Thirsty?
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Will you, now.
[ Hey, he's not complaining. Being spoiled sounds nice, in theory, and he's still so amused by this entire situation that he's willing to go along with it and see what happens.
Worst-case scenario he has to get Chief Kyle to beam him up with his pants down, which would be embarrassing, but not the end of the world. ]
Honestly, I'm not quite sure if any of this is edible for humans. [ Some of the food stalls seem to be selling some kind of roasted meat, which smells pretty good, but Chris is a little suspicious of it nonetheless. Who knows what poor creature gave up its life to wind up on that skewer. ]
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[ The soft murmur comes with an even more gentle hip-check at his side as Loki stifles a grin. ]
Well, I've sampled every poison on Midgard, so I'll let you know if anything tastes dodgy by mortal standards.
[ He pays for a skewer of Miscellaneous Meat(TM) and has a nibble, humming approvingly at the sweet taste. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a crooked knuckle, he nods. ]
Taste like pineapple-and-pepperoni pizza on a stick. Sound good? Or is there something else you're craving?
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Every one? What on earth for?
[ Presumably they didn't do anything to him, or if they did, the effects were mild enough that Loki's none the worse for wear, but Chris can't imagine why someone would put themselves through that.
Also, they aren't on Midgard, so...
He eyes the skewer in Loki's hand with vague trepidation, still a little suspicious. ] Pineapple pizza. Really?
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[ His smile broadens at Chris's uncertain look and in his free hand he gives the skewer a light toss in the air, green magic sparkling around it for a moment; when he catches it, it's a fresh Earth hotdog with mustard.
He offers it courteously to his date. ]
Is this more your speed?
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[ Chris pulls back a little so he can frown at Loki, obviously disapproving of poisoning attempts. Perhaps he deserved it — if he's truly thousands of years old, that's a lot of time to make enemies, considering how many of them Chris has managed to cultivate in his forty-odd years circling the sun — but still. Poison is a coward's weapon. He prefers to settle his differences with others through diplomacy, or, if worst comes to worst, fists and phasers.
Poison is tantamount to cheating. ]
If anything, it's even less. [ He laughs, surprised and a little intrigued, and reaches out to accept the hot dog regardless of what he just said, though he doesn't bite into it and instead just turns it around to look it over. ] Incredible. How did you do that?
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Shrugging off the less than pleasant topic of avoiding murder attempts, he directs them to a stall selling drinks next which can provide another example. Usually Loki wouldn't put on a show for anyone, preferring to keep his spells low-key (haha) but doing it for a date is different; don't ask him how, those are just the rules. You don't trick the person you're interested in. ]
I lied to the food until it believed it was something else. [ He gives a casual flick of a finger to the cup of dark liquid he orders and it turns to clear water when he shows Chris. ] I'm a reality-warper, that's how it works for me.
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He still believes that there's an explanation for everything, but he can't deny the fact that some things are just too complicated for his understanding.
Watching Loki transform a kebab into a hot dog and a glass of whatever juice or wine or tea he ordered into what looks like pure water definitely feels like one of those things. ]
Hence those stones you mentioned. [ Chris is still perfectly happy to leave them where they belong: far away from him and the Enterprise. He's done enough tampering with crystals, thank you. ] Is that how you got here so quickly? Warping reality?
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[ Taking a sip of his water, he gives Chris's arm a squeeze and looks up at him (when did Loki shapeshift his height? a mystery!) through his lashes. ]
But you are turning out to be worth the effort.
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Young man, ancient being, god of mischief, inter-dimensional traveler, magic-wielder...
It's possible Chris is in over his head. ]
You're very complimentary. [ It must clearly be working, or surely Chris wouldn't be so relaxed right now, smiling slightly as he takes in all the details of his companion. To be fair, Loki isn't the first person who'd stepped into the wrong universe that he'd met. So far he seems easier to handle than Georgiou ever was. ] Was the me in your universe not worth the effort?
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[ Flirting as easily as breathing, he laughs and gives Chris's arm a tug. ]
Forget about other-yous, I don't care about them today. Come and see the games on the stalls up the road, let's have a go and win some prizes!
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Games? Prizes? Loki is making this random market on some backwater little moon sound like a carnival, or some kind of fun fair. It's not precisely the cluster of adjectives Chris would have chosen, but Loki's enthusiasm is infectious, and he finds himself easily being led along the path. ]
Alright, alright, what do I have to do.
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[ Did Chris say that ... ?
There aren't technically any stalls with prizes, per se, but Loki wheedles out a market stall with some pretty bracelets of alien-glass hanging from hooks and proceeds to make a bet with the old minotaurish lady in charge, at home being roguishly charming with far more flair than he has shown so far. He pats Chris's arm onto which he's holding. ]
If my friend can guess the colour of the bracelet you hold behind your back, we win it for free. How's that, grandmother?
[ The sideways look he gives Chris says Trust me. ]
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Maybe the him in another universe said that. Ugh. This is why he doesn't mess with alternate dimensions. It's all too confusing and he's too old to keep all this information in line, thank you very much.
Watching Loki charm the bullish seller behind her little booth is nearly as entertaining as being the full recipient of all that charm, and Chris has to admit to being mildly impressed by the ease with which he turns on such a skill. It also makes him pretty damn aware that he is being charmed by Loki, but Chris is charming enough himself to know that not all manipulation is sinister in nature, and so far, he hasn't seen any reason to be distrustful.
It's enough to make him wink at Loki when he glances at him sideways, agreeing to go along with the farce. ]
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Luckily, he happens to be a champion fibber and the way he puts a hand to his head is convincing enough to have the seller looking confident. She can't see one of her pretty mirrors floating up behind her with the motion of Loki's hand and tilting to reveal the reflection of what she holds to Chris. ]
Oh, how I wish I could afford such beautiful trinkets as these!
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That hadn't always been the case, right?
Regardless, it seems to be the case now, and whatever the reason, it puts Chris in the perfect position to murmur a quiet: ] Laying it on a little thick there, pal, [ into his ear.
Turning back to the seller, he hems and haws for a moment before deciding, careful to keep his awareness of the mirror relegated solely to his periphery. ]
At first I thought yellow, but now I'm thinking blue.
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He pats Chris on the chest, moon-eyed for ditzy effect. ]
I do so love blue!
[ The minotaur huffs in annoyance and brings the blue bracelet around, her expression surprisingly flat for someone with a snout. She offers it over and Loki exclaims cheerfully how over the moon he is, how incredible the craftsmanship is ...
And she seems mollified when more passers-by take notice of her wares, thank the gods. ]
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He gives Loki a flat look of his own before curling his arm around his shoulders a little tighter, pasting on an appropriately appreciative look as the (admittedly) pretty bracelet is revealed.
At least the minotaur seems appeased with Loki's fawning praise, though Chris starts to try and steer them away anyway, unwilling to press their luck. He has his phaser on him, but he doesn't want to start firing anything in the throng of people around them, set to stun or not. ]
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