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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]

Resistance! Yes, that's our armour against foul magics and wayward awfuls, good call.

[ The lights return to his palm in harmless abandon and he draws her name in shining runes across Verity's palm. They hang in the air for a moment before he waves his hand, coalescing them into a shining approximation of her current expression; it mirrors her face exactly, playing at mimicry over his palm. ]

[realistics]

[She gets slightly flushed at being drawn and mirrored with magic, but her smile stays in place, even as she shakes her head.]

The nose might be a little off.

[ikols]

[ Quirking a brow, he eyes the little shining bust and its nose gets very long and potato-like. ]

Yes, much better.

[realistics]

[She breaks into happy laughter, waving her hand at her ridiculous portrayal.] Nailed it perfectly! A real Picasso!

[ikols]

[ The vision dissipates with a twinkle, most of his attention happily buoyed by her upbeat mood. ]

If I tell you you're beautiful, please do your very best not to swoon. It's a business-wise compliment! Be professional, now.

[realistics]

Good thing I'm not much of a swooner. You'll have a little difficulty charming me to that degree.

[Even if she's rather comfortable in her place, curling up her knees against his side.]

[ikols]

Brave Verity, she who withstands godly favours. Is she made of titanium? We can only wonder.

[ He pulls her legs over his lap, joining her on an abruptly horizontal level to stuff his face in the curve of her neck, flopping at her side like an affectionate (if huge) dog. ]

[realistics]

Practically. Lucky for you, not everywhere though.

[Because this cuddle is soft and warm, shuffling in closer when he's at her neck. It feels so much safer like this, having him here, having him close.]

[ikols]

[ He insinuates himself into her cuddling with great enthusiasm, greedy for the affection she offers up so readily. Here he'll stay a while longer. ]

Oh! Hang on. [ Digging his phone out of a pocket (his own Starkphone, that is), he opens the camera and directs it down on them. ] Pull a face, pull a face with me!

[ #BLUE STEEL ]

[realistics]

[Rolling her eyes with a laugh, she sneaks her arm around him to capture his opposite cheek with a pinch of her fingers, literally pulling his face.]

Try not to look too cute. [But she follows along, facing the camera with a raised brow and her own pursing of her lips.]

[ikols]

[ Click! Checking to see if they look alright (hurray, no blurring!) he brings the camera closer so their eyes get a close-up (and that is a fuzzy affair). ]

That's a hazard I face every morning of my life, I'm afraid.

[ Scrolling through the photos, he whips past the 2013 batch uploaded to his Instagram, a very tiny Loki beaming in front of the Young Avengers. ]

[realistics]

What, that was you?

[She places her hand over his to pull the phone closer to her, getting a better look at the younger visual of Loki. Squinting as if hard to believe, she scrolls through the images on her own, taking a look at that group selfie (with two faces she recognizes around this world).]

Someone got addicted to documenting his adventurous life.

[ikols]

[ Gahhh. Pouting as she steals his phone, never mind whether he's holding it or not, he watches her instead of the photos. Mostly. ]

Yes. That was when I ran with the Young Avengers two years ago. [ When I was manipulating them, he leaves off. Feeling the weight of that unspoken clarification, he tilts his head against Verity's to embellish the photos with something different. ] These were the aliens that harassed us for three months in space, we thought they were skrulls but they were actually skifflefuffles. Annnd here's the Dazzler gig we went to on the dark side of the moon, very hard to get tickets but we wangled it in the end ...

[realistics]

Skifflefuffle. Talk about a tacky name. How does anyone even take that seriously?

[But her eyes are transfixed on the photos, intrigued to be seeing another side of Loki's life, something appearing seemingly lighter, at least in the way of the images.]

I'm protesting now that you never take me to space concerts. How dare you.

[ikols]

There hasn't been anything good up there for a while, believe me. [ Concert or not, he mentally tacks on. Scrolling through, he pauses to show her an odd angle, a sneaky shot taken at what looks like an Asgardian celebration. ] This is my sister, Angela.

[realistics]

Wow, she's ... fierce. [But her eyes show her fascination with getting a visual, the images kindly filling her in on the things she's missed.]

You mentioned you just found her recently, right?

[ikols]

Yes. Thor came to me with news of a long-lost sister. When I freed Sigurd from Asgardia's dungeons, I found an ancient map with a cross marked over an empty space. Thor and I took a look and broke into the Tenth Realm, long-sealed by Odin. In short, and after a lot of pointless fighting where our sister beat Thor up for fun, that's where we found Angela.

[realistics]

Do all family get-togethers require punches to the face?

[Don't invite her to meet anymore of your family, Loki.]

[ikols]

The Aesir aren't what you'd call huggers.

[ Says the godling cuddling Verity on her sofa, socked feet resting together. ]

If no one gets drunk, stabbed, kidnapped or punched, it's not a real party.

[realistics]

Yeah, I'm definitely seeing that lack of hugging.

[Not that she's complaining much, incredibly cozy in Loki's arms. She shifts a bit more comfortably on his lap as she glances at him.]

I can see the family trait of always veering away from the normal though.

[ikols]

Angela was raised by Angels who, aside from having the worst impetus when naming children, didn't seem the type to dole out affection either. For the record, Heven is very lovely, but also insanely harsh. Don't RSVP.

[ He drops his phone between them, then plucks her glasses off so he can shuffle onto his back and pull her in. ]

[realistics]

Heven? As in heaven? Didn't realize that was something you guys had too.

[Sinking against him, she'll insist there's nothing peculiar with the way she nuzzles against his jaw, eyes closing from enjoying the continuity of his warmth. She doesn't get close like this with anyone too often even if it was part of the reason for coming here. But it's hard to even think of the deal when she's held like this.]

[ikols]

Heven, no "A" involved if you want to distinguish it in your head. The warriors are winged women of incredible power, not so much going on from the neck up.

[ He highly doubts there is anyone else Verity is this touchy-feely with, but that works out because no one else gets this close to Loki either. With one arm draped around her, the fingers of his free hand trail up and down her arm, his chin buried in pink hair as they settle in for storytime. ]

A long, long time ago in time immemorial, back when mammoths roamed the earth, there was to be a war between Heven and Asgard for various political reasons. The Queen of Heven stole the child of Odin and Freyja, the firstborn of the Aesir and Vanir, but she made it look as though the baby had been slaughtered. Years rolled on, and the baby grew up to be the Huntress of the Angels, a warrior so strong that she could beat down her brother, the God of Thunder, when he came looking for her.

They didn't know they were related until they almost destroyed one another. However! Just in time, the dashing God of Lies brought Odin back from a night without morning, a night that has lasted a full year and a thousand years, and a thousand-thousand more. Her hair looked great, by the way. Full of all the mischief she'd been getting up to throughout this story, behind the scenes.

And Odin said to Thor, "Bow to your kin, thought lost to us forever! Bow to your sister. Aldrif Odinsdottir".

[realistics]

So there's basically a whole group of Amazonian women but in sky-mode. Good to know for reference. [She mumbles against his jaw, growing slightly tired as comfort overtakes her. But even so, she listens to his story intently, following along with every word.

At the mention of the dashing God of Lies, a smile forms that he might feel against his skin.] I was wondering where the hero of the story was, but I wasn't expecting the grand heroine here.

[ikols]

[ He definitely feels that smile, running his fingers up into her hair to stroke out long strands over and over, detangling them as Verity dozes. ]

She saw how the Angels were whaling on Thor and thought, "Fucketh this", slipping off for an audience with Queen where she led her to believe she would betray Asgard. The Queen said many true things, that the heroine was an outsider above all, and appointed her as the Mistress of Strategies in bringing about Asgard's downfall. So the heroine pretended to forsake her beloved brother, who was actually sort of an idiot and believed the whole affair was real, which the heroine was incidentally counting on. She was given the Third Angelic Fleet to conquer Asgard, which she fooled into crashing headlong into Asgard's defenses because they were more the Thicko Squadron than anything.

It was as the heroine said when they insisted they had taken her in as family; "I already have one of those."

Then she hop-skipped through dead time to find Odin, and things panned out from there.