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(from here)

A vacation? Now there's an idea. You think it's more than I can handle?

Edited Date: 2018-01-07 02:00 am (UTC)

(from here)

Is one really so different from the other? You know how I feel about a good challenge, Sif.

Edited Date: 2018-01-07 02:02 am (UTC)

Has anybody told you about the Bi-Beast yet? It's not one of my nicknames btw.

Yes, being cheeky is quite helpful to me given the current situation.

How do your think your magic would do against a really strong machine that doesn't feel pain or fear?

Also it bleeds glitter. I should have put that one together earlier, but no one is usually able to hurt it.... So I kind of forgot I put that in there. LOL.

keep it up and i may change my mind.

[Touchy, touchy, touchy]

And they call me mercurial. But, truly, allow me to right last night's carelessness. No bloodshed this time, you have my word. Unless requested, I suppose.

[....welp]

Still in bed, per chance? I think I should join you.

You know what? If you can make it here without teleporting, I think I can fit you in.

[ If this were a video game, this is the part where the boss battle music starts to kick in. ]

no one would request such a thing!

( right? right?? ~~sweet summer babe~~. )

you may have one chance. name a place.

[Oh, Sif, you poor thing.]

Of course not. How crass. The docks. I would like to show you something.

as you wish

( he was calling her bluff, and sif couldn't really be surprised.

maybe she'd known all along that loki couldn't resist a challenge and that was why she'd challenged him. but that would mean admitting that a part of her wanted this and wanted to be here - and that was something she could never do. at least, not yet. better to chalk it up to a poor decision in the heat of the moment and be done with it, and make whatever excuses she needed to in order to rationalize it.

after all -- his implication had been that something would most definitely be happening, but here she was at the docks of all places, because he had something to show her. it didn't compute, not for her.

the night air was chilly and she clutched her cloak around her a bit more securely, peering in the darkness and refusing to call out - refusing to make it seem like she was concerned to be waiting for him alone, or that she was even anticipating his coming in the slightest. what if someone saw? what if... )

[He was calling her bluff, surprise to no one who has ever met him, and there had been a reasonable measure of certainty he'd carrying it through on that she wouldn't be able to resist rising to meet him in challenge just to prove that she wouldn't be bested. Sif, for all that she catches him by surprise when he least expects her to, does have a certain amount of predictable ticks and tells. In another, it might have been tedious and exhausting. In her? Well--

A challenge and a puzzle both, certainly, and one that Loki didn't know how to step away from even when he should.

In any case he does owe her something in way of apology for his behavior the previous night. He'd been too familiar, too brazen, too ready to throw caution to the wind and lay down that gamble and-- he'd stumbled. It happened more often than his pride would ever allow him to admit to if he could twist the perception into his favor instead, but failing that required other means of damage control. It's a different kind of gamble, one he's not entirely certain of, but it's too late to turn back now.]

And here I'd wondered if you'd leave me to wait the whole of the night.

[He says, voice even and well-humored as he steps from the shadows he finds himself at home in so often, dressed more lightly for the chill than most would considered but appearing unbothered all the same as he considers her in her cloak and the stubborn determination she wears upon her expression like armor. The smile on his mouth hitches a little wider for it, and he beckons her to follow him.] Come. We'll require a skiff.

( he steps from the darkness like he's been there all along, and while sif doesn't jump, her hand does move to the small of her back where she has a dagger hidden. he always knew how to catch her off guard and this was no exception. not for the first time, she wondered why am i here? - but she knew why. because he'd promised to make it up for her and sif, for all her experience with his lies in the past, always believed him.

(he didn't have to know that. she didn't have to share it with him. he was a liar, through and through, but she was gullible. which was worse?)

he's smiling, and she follows, though not without twisting her lips into a scowl. )

I said I would be here, didn't I? And I always keep a promise. ( unlike certain other people we might know. ) Where are you taking me?

( a boat? she wasn't sure what she'd expected when he asked to meet at the docks, but perhaps she'd been a little bit short-sighted to not see that coming. )

(From here)

If knowledge were ever truly able to be complete, what would be the point? You'll find the door unlocked. Not that I imagine it would be a problem for you either way.

Edited Date: 2018-03-17 05:29 pm (UTC)

What indeed. I'll see you shortly.

That 'shortly' proves to be under an hour and Bucky's honestly not questioning how or why or anything he probably should be considering — just as he hadn't questioned it in the bar when Loki had slid into the space next to him, all audacity and attitude and honestly? Bucky kind of needs this, needs a night to get out of his own head. And yes, it's a bad idea for entirely too many reasons but right now? Right now Bucky just doesn't care.

And the door is unlocked as promised which means Bucky's strolling through it with the swagger that's half compensation for the weight of his arm and half memory of the old Bucky Barnes still lingering in his bones. Last night had been about blending in, about layers to hide his shape, about having a few rounds and knowing it'd do nothing for him, about the anonymity of being just another drifter in just another bar. Loki doesn't need that charade, would likely see through it anyway. So the layers are abandoned, the scruff is abandoned for the cool efficiency that's ready for a fight as much as anything else, the attitude that says for as much of Bucky Barnes as he's recovered, a part of him will always still be the Winter Soldier.

"Loki." His expression is half a smile, half a smirk and full of everything he wasn't going to give up in the bar last night.

Edited Date: 2018-03-17 06:19 pm (UTC)

It's funny the things you pick up when you've spent centuries looking for the threads other people don't know how to see. Bucky Barnes hadn't been any sort of target for him, hadn't been any kind of goal, but Loki knows of him. About him. Knows he's build of more questions than he has answers for, that he's clever and dangerous and resourcefully lethal, that he's feral and vicious when cornered in ways Loki is intimately acquainted with. There's a hunger in him, this soldier, this weapon. There's a wildness in him that has been branded bone deep and, Loki thinks, he must loathe it for the way he does his level best to appear as anything but the fine edge of a well sharpened knife when he attempts to blend into unsuspecting crowds.

Loki knows, too, where Steve Rogers had once fit into the question of Bucky's past. It's leverage if he wants it to be, if pulls that string just right, but--

It's nothing more than an afterthought for the moment. One can never know when something may become useful in the future.

And certainly if his intention had been to cause nothing but unkind, unruly waves it wouldn't appear like this-- Loki coaxing danger to his den to share a drink, his invitation underpinned by brazen flirtations that been half to see how Bucky would react and half genuine offer. He isn't under any illusions that Bucky isn't well aware of who he is and at least something of what he's capable of; New York, after all, isn't likely to be forgotten any time regardless of how small a ripple in time it occurred. Humans, he's been reminded, are remarkably good at clinging to their own disasters as if they don't damage each other far worse than outside forces damage them.

But it puts them on something of an even footing, if one could ever exist--two dangerous creatures who don't belong here, in this time, in this realm, coming together in the most inexplicable way. "Barnes."

He looks good like this, better than he had at the bar last night when Loki decided to test those waters in sliding up next to him as if he owned the space at Bucky's side. More settled, more confident, and Loki answering smirk is a slow thing as he takes the other man in before he resumes pouring them each a measure of mead. "And here I thought you'd keep me waiting simply because you thought you could."

This probably should feel a little more akin to walking into the lion's den than it actually is. Bucky doesn't truly know Loki personally, not as much as Steve does — if Steve can even be said to know him. Steve's had more contact with him of course, and that does lend a validity to his words about the man. But even so there's a risk in coming here, a risk in walking into Loki's space at Loki's invitation.

Then again, Bucky is more of a predator than anything else anymore; his mind might be his own but the Soldier is still there, infused so completely in his skin and bones. And maybe with Loki, he doesn't have to hide that fact. It's an interesting enough possibility to entertain.

"It's Bucky."

Not that the use of his surname bothers Bucky in the slightest; he prefers it to his given name. But it's also testing the limits of Loki's indulgence, trying out the shape of whatever this encounter might prove to be. There's no doubt to at least a little bit of what Loki wants, at least judging by the flirting he'd done the night before and earlier over text, but Bucky doesn't know that it's the entirety of Loki's interest. It seems too simple from a man labeled as the Trickster.

Still, he's not opposed to it; not here, where they have some privacy.

"There's no challenge in doing something I know I could do." It's a bold statement of course, as bold as the way Bucky slides right into Loki's space in a mirror of what Loki had done to him the night before. "And if there's no challenge, where's the fun?"

Choke me daddy

;) ;) ;)

[There's a long pause. The longest pause. Absolute dead silence before:]

Excuse me?

( Wow, MJ usually gets back to him quicker than this--

Oh. )

Oh

Uh

Would you even believe me if I said that wasn't for you??

[Why is this his life. What did he do to deserve this. Why is this the burden he's expected to bear.]

I feel as though I'm going to deeply regret asking for an explanation.

Look

It's just something I say to MJ to make her laugh okay

I'm not actually a creep, I promise

Perhaps we should take some time apart.

Why?!

Because I suddenly know far too much about your life than I ever cared to.

It's just a stupid joke

I wasn't actually being serious when I said it

Come on man

[You are so needy, Peter. Honestly.]

It really is a terrible joke.

MJ thinks it's funny

If I was trying to make you laugh I'd have said something different

Obviously

Like what, hm?

Maybe something about how it sucks that Earth makes you out like the bad guy when actually

You're toooootally the sweetest guy that ever fell out the sky

... And THEN I'd say choke me daddy

I'm formally disowning you.

I think to disown me you have to actually own me in the first place so

That's not gonna work so well

So I'll still come over later with shakes, okay? You want chocolate this time?

It's almost as if you want me to block your number. But yes, chocolate would be fine.

A biiig chocolate shake, with the cream and sprinkles

Got it

Then do you wanna do a movie? I might even let you pick

( From here )

[ The true cost to enter his rooms is, in fact, only Tony himself, but to say as much needlessly leaves the opportunity to share a much appreciated drink together on the table when he knows it's a price the other is more than happy to pay.

It's been roughly two weeks since Loki has last seen the inside of this realm and every time he leaves he misses it more than he'd like to admit, which is probably the reason he's back sooner than he'd promised. He's better at keeping track of that time these days, rarely misses his own estimations without finding a way to communicate it back first, and now--

Now Loki lounges indulgently across a chaise, warm from a fragrant bath he'd just pulled himself from the depths of and the fine silk of the robe Tony had gifted him clinging to the still damp skin underneath it. He's in good humor, all things considered, which is especially fortunate considering how sharply his mood tends to turn whenever he knows Thor is lingering close by, but here, in these rooms he's so indelibly seeped into, the fire roaring in the hearth and the prospect of a very particular sort of gift on its way to him, Loki is nothing if not the picture of the cat who caught his favorite canary as he waits for Tony to arrive. ]

Edited Date: 2023-02-04 05:39 am (UTC)

[ A bottle of wine? Sure. He could grab any old thing on his way to the room he'd slowly restyled and expanded over the duration of their time together- that he'd aired out and put more effort into making theirs after the unfortunate time slip- water under the bridge, all forgiven and forgotten; or.

Alternatively.

He can bring a very rare, very fine vintage he knows for a fact is crisp and cool and subtly sweet in all the ways Loki has come to love, and spare the time to collect a truly obnoxious goblet for his diva of a personal problem. A lovely troublemaker, a mischievous muse, a part of his life he never saw coming and honestly, still can't quite recall the when and where of actual depth of emotion coming into play amid their games of trust, bondage, and truly mind blowing orgasms.

So it's with goblet and bottle in hand that he knocks and slides in, dressed down for a lazy day- as much fun as Loki has with cutting suits off of him; he's learned the sorcerer has a particular fondness for Tony without the product in his hair, wrapped in comfortable cotton and denim, with smears of engine grease on his cheek. ]

Miss me, Honeybitch? [ like his own face isn't split wide in a grin that crinkles his eyes, that catches golden flecks in rich brown as he makes his way over, leaning down to press their lips together. ]

( From here )

[ A file comes through after a few moments, nothing more than a horrible, horrible tease. The lighting is low, Loki's skin bare, and the photo is framed so that only two things are visible: a sleek black leather cuff fasted snugly around one fine-boned wrist, the pale white of his skin almost glowing for the contrast, and its brother mirrored around the muscle of his thigh, the two connected by gleaming silver chain. ]

If you're very lucky, you may even have a prize waiting for you to celebrate the feat. Unless I change my mind, of course. Patience is not a virtue of mine, or so I've been told.

Edited Date: 2023-02-05 01:32 am (UTC)

[Loki is the best kind of tease. Truly nothing comes close to the wicked inventiveness of his mind.]

is that so? then I forgive you for leaving Wilson on the train tracks.

how impatient are you feeling this day?

It's variable, but at this very moment? You're at no risk of being dismissed from my rooms.

[ Loki has seen so many shades of this man. Has survived his bitter anger, his sharp resentment. Has pulled him from the drowning depths of his mind, has weathered his failures and joined him in the giddy adrenaline-filled starbursts of his victories and has been pulled apart over and over again by his wicked creativity, and still nothing feels like such a gift as the way Tony comes to him stripped to his barest, most genuine self.

It's been a long time since they felt the need to meet each other with their preferred masks firmly in place, and the wide, easy grin that stretches over Tony's face when his eyes find Loki makes something in his heart shudder. Tony's beautiful like this, warm and open and his, and the smile spreading across Loki's mouth gets swallowed in a kiss he's not ashamed to say he's eager for. ]

I'm no longer certain. [ Long fingers slide through Tony's soft hair, tightening in a playful tease. ] Your names for me are starting to leave something to be desired. What was that last one?

Oh, no, we agreed- [ Or Tony decided they agreed so they agreed, something he only ever pulled with the light, the teasing, the superficial. Anything weighty and serious or dangerous required an actual agreement. One doesn't unilaterally make decisions for a king, after all, and this is more than just him. It's Them and he's never been so grateful, so glad that a manic moment of pure selfishless worked out in the long run. ] We agreed to ignore that one, cuz I have something better.

[ Cheating more than a little to slide his way into Loki's space, bottle of wine and goblet set aside to tangle his hands in ink dark silk and nudge their foreheads together. One hand slips down to pinch Loki's cheek, eyes honeywarm with golden starbursts highlighted by the dim glow of the reactor in his chest. ]

Beloved.

[ Because Loki is. Deeply, madly, truly, and that he had ever questioned his place in this arrangement is ludicrous. More than want? he needs. More than need? His continued happiness hinges on Loki's continued good favor. ]