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T E X T ✘ V O I C E ✘ V I D E O ✘ A C T I O N

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[ikols]

Verity, if you think anything about you proves convenient for me, we have a serious problem.

[ He has to laugh at that, chest shaking. ]

[realistics]

[His laugh has her smiling and she tilts forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as her own chuckles rise.]

Good, if I mean trouble for you, then we're even.

[ikols]

Let's see. Actual God of Lies, Mischief, and generally Shady Supervillain Dealings hanging out with a woman who can call him on every ounce of his own bullshit. Yes, that's very convenient for all my Scooby Doo dickering about.

[ His arms come up around her shoulders, giving a squeeze, and he keeps her within the circle of them a little longer. Just because he can (and she lets him). ]

[realistics]

I think someone's got a kink for being called on his own bullshit.

[When his arm find their way around her, she can't find a reason not to put her own around his waist, nails bundling up the back of his shirt as she gets comfortable in his hold.]

My tolerance must really be keeping you around then, because otherwise, I don't see why you do.

[ikols]

[ His snort of a soft laugh doesn't address the notion of a kink (!!), even if he gives a wriggle so she has to hold onto him that much more. ]

I keep you around because ... I believe I would be a very different person without you, and it scares me what that might mean.

[realistics]

[She doesn't see how she could have that much of a strong effect but her fingers press into his back from the words anyway.]

Then it's good you got stuck with me, I guess.

[ikols]

[ His nose nudges her temple. ]

Verity, why do you let yourself be stuck with me?

[realistics]

[It's a question she has to ask herself sometimes, one that never gets a definite answer. If only because there's a thousand answers. He listens. He's honest. He apologizes. He cooks (an added bonus really). It hurts when he does hide the truth, it means something to her and it isn't often that she finds herself caring for such things.

She could go on saying all these things at one, but as she pulls her head back to look at him, a slight shrug in place, she sums it up.]

Because my life actually feels real with you in it.

[ikols]

[ It's a touching answer, one he isn't immediately sure how to take. Instead, he defaults to arching a brow and wriggling his hips again in a squirmy dance, hands bracingly rubbing her back. ]

Luckily for you, you get to feel a whole lot more of me on this adventure!

[realistics]

[That wriggling dance breaks off the tension with a laugh as she pinches at his back teasingly, shaking her head.]

What a horror! I'll definitely never get rid of you now.

[ikols]

I'll have you know that some people, whom we both know, have found it incredibly hard to resist my wiles in the past.

[ He squeaks (Eep!) when she pinches his back, sweeping an arm under her knees to pick her up in the next moment with a spin on the spot. ]

[realistics]

Really, who's found it hard to — ahh!

[With her own squeak, a rare, high pitched sound, her arms rush up around his neck as she's picked up, eyes wide with surprise even as laughter rings out, nervous as it is.]

Loki!

[ikols]

[ He carries her to the sofa, sinking down on it with Verity in his lap; much better. An arm drapes around the back of the cushioning as he pats her knees. ]

Take a wild guess.

[realistics]

You're treating me like a kid. I hated sitting on Santa's lap, for your information.

[A playful pout spreads on her face but her amusement leaves her making no moves to shift from her placement, hands settling comfortably over his shoulders.]

[ikols]

[ Loki throws back his head and laughs, tickling behind those knees to keep his hands busy. ]

Excuse me, my lap is a far cry from Santa's.

[realistics]

[Sensitive to his ticklish hands, her legs kick at the cushions as they attempt to shuffle up from wild fingers. Giggles rise as she ducks her head against his neck.]

Y-you're right! So much — ha! — worse than Santa!

[ikols]

[ Snickering like children, he bumps his temple against hers and settles down with his best friend collected close. His hand finally flattens on a calf, behaving. ]

You still haven't guessed. Do you forfeit?

[realistics]

[Laughter eases all her earlier worries and clinging to his shirt, she lets their heads rest close together as the chuckles settle down, grin still wide in place.]

Well, it's definitely not me. My resistance is impenetrable.

[ikols]

Wow, your deductive powers are truly astounding. "Not me". I'm impressed! [ Against her hair, he stage-whispers, ] Lorelei.

[realistics]

Sherlock Holmes, they call me.

[Her brows rise at the answer, but she's not entirely surprised.] She always did have a weird taste in guys. She went for Sigurd, after all.

[ikols]

I did wear stockings back then. It was a dark time for everyone.

[ Sagely sniffing, trufax. He can admit this. ]

[realistics]

That's too bad. I actually like stockings. [Teasing him mostly, she presses her lips to a partial smirk.]

[ikols]

Not ones that end in scaly gold knickers, you don't.

[ If she wants him to start tickling higher than her knees, she's going the right way about it. ]

[realistics]

I don't know, that sounds pretty alluring.

[Laughter almost bubbles up again, but she bites at her lip to hold it down.]

[ikols]

Then you've lost your mind, coming here has unhinged you. I'm afraid I'll have to do something terribad via a spell to cleanse your filthy mind ...

[ Wiggling his fingers in front of her face, magic dances in green wisps at his fingertips. Wooooo. ]