Royalty gets special privileges everywhere, that's one of the fun things about bandying around being in the club. People want their station recognised too, they only ever discredit you if they feel like they can, otherwise? I am the child of Odin. That's all I am, right now, so let's make the most of it.
[ Poking the right button, they start to travel down. Loki rocks on the balls of his shiny heels (polished, but still seven-league boots under his cuffs). ]
What do you feel like eating? We can crash an art gallery after, if you like, there's a new artist unveiling a show. I should buy something to brighten up the lair.
So being Odin's kid automatically gets you spoiled rich boy status? Is that how you managed to get yourself the fancy apartment? [Absolutely not calling it a lair.
Leaning back against the elevator wall, her eyes keep a constant watch over him curiously.]
I can't exactly make a choice on food if you've already picked out a place, especially since you're holding back on details. [Always a mystery after mystery.] I don't mind peeking at a bit of art though. Especially since I was accused of hating it apparently.
Basically, but no, I got the apartment by working very hard. [ Not a lie! ] You can have whatever you want to eat, they're not going to tell us we can't.
Who said you hate art?
[ As the elevator reopens on the shabby lobby, he leads the way outside to a long black limousine, eyes dancing playfully as they linger on Verity for approval. He nods his thanks to the chauffeur who opens the door, and Loki offers her a hand in. ]
Petre, the god hater. [Your biggest fan, Loki.] Only because I mentioned my avoidance of anything fictitious and art apparently classifies as being — oh.
[Distracted from her words, her eyes widen when they make their way outside and she catches what he's had there waiting. It leaves her staring for a few lingering seconds, unsure if that's even for them until the door of it opens. Glancing at Loki, she scoffs into a surprised laugh as she shakes her head.]
Alright. I get it. You're living up the whole royalty thing, but isn't this a bit much? Even for you? [Not that she doesn't take his hand, might as well giving in since it's already there.]
[ Loki gives her a warm smile, relieved when she doesn't balk too much. He never knows exactly how much glitz to throw at gestures like this, but a nice car seemed appropriate.
He scoffs, grinning. ] If it were for me, I'd expect a gilded chariot with a horse or two. [ Following Verity into the comfy low-lit limo, he stretches out an arm on the back of the seating. ] This is for you, Verity, instead of another rainbow.
It's definitely different. [It's not as though she goes into one of these on a regular basis, eyes darting around the insides just to take in the experience, taking peeks outside the dark window.]
For me. I didn't realize I'd been demanding for more high class travel.
[Leaning back, she finally turns back to him, a partial smirk on her face.] I'm not exactly opposed to chariots either.
[ There's a bottle of champagne in a cooler that he pokes with his boot, a hand peeling through his hair (oh, balls) as he accidentally forgets not to ruffle it up. It loosens as Loki huffs out a laugh. ]
That's the first time I've not been Asgardian enough for you. Want some bubbly?
What can I say? I like my gods with their outrageous costumes and majestic postures. Why do you think I keep you around?
[Grinning in a tease as she keeps her own laughter in check, she catches sight of the hand that toys with his hair for a moment, prompting her to sneak in her own fingers, brushing any loose strands back into place.]
Sure, bubbly away. You even got all sleeked up for me. There gonna be other huge surprises?
You keep saying that and I promise you'll live to regret it. There might be one or two nice little untolds that await, yes. [ Nudging her knee with his own, he pulls the cork out of the champagne and pours two flutes, one for her and one for him as he sinks back. ] What shall we toast?
[Taking this for what it is, her laughter is gleeful. The extravagance isn't quite a standard, but the company is familiar and plenty welcome.
Taking her glass, she hums in thought, shifting to keep herself angled towards him.]
Hmm. Let's see. Your new found fame towards a possible singing career? You had some major popularity there. Or ... there's managing to survive this place for over a month now. I guess that's something.
[ Green eyes linger on her as he grins, necking his champagne in one gulp. The bubbles have him rubbing his nose after, even if he can't get drunk on the stuff. ]
It's fizzy. We should mix it with wine sometime, see what happens.
[She follows after him, drinking hers in slower gulps, chuckles bubbling up after she does.]
What, does the fizz bother you that much? Don't be such a baby. [Poking his nose with an index. Boop.] What do you even really drink up there anyway? Since you always say this stuff never does much for you.
Mmmnoooo, although I might make a request of our dear representative.
[ As the car pulls up outside a lavish restaurant, Loki stuffs their glasses away upside-down in the ice tumbler (never mind!!) and waits for the driver to let them out. ]
Ready to go and be hideously rich around incredibly envious stuffed-shirts? Remember, nose in the air!
It never hurts to have someone on the inside of the government.
[ Loki steps out of the car and his helm brightly peels into existence with green flares of magic. As he helps Verity out of the car and she straightens, her own svelte black dress ruffles into something more Asgardian too. Hopefully she likes it; it isn't an illusion and Loki's not sure he could alter it back. ]
Well, you were whinging we weren't Asgardian enough.
[ He offers his arm again, the doors ahead opening with a push of green magic onto a golden lobby. ]
[The showy clothes and the limo setup had certainly been a surprise, but it's nothing in comparison to the awe that comes when her dress transforms and she's peering down at the changed material with disbelief.
But she can clearly see it, which makes it plenty real as she glances back up at him.]
This wasn't exactly what I meant. [But she's smiling, teeth showing as she keeps eyeing down at the dress, slipping her arm around his.]
Alright, fine. You got me. Don't make too much of a habit of changing my clothes like this though.
I won't, you almost didn't have any underwear left for a minute. [ !!!
Striding indoors with her, he draws up his courtly manners to announce his name with a clear drawl as the maître d' looks up. ]
Prince Loki of Asgard and the Lady Verity of Midgard. [ He shoots Verity a small smirk as the fellow personally leads them through the main restaurant and the attentive stares of other diners. Leaning over to whisper, he grins, ] We're not sitting with the peasants tonight.
[He'll for sure be getting a light tap at his side with his comment, but she keeps up behaved appearances as her eyes dart around at the brilliant gold colors.
Oh no, she likes being called Lady Verity.
It's strange having so much attention on her, unsure whether standing out this much is her calling, but she keeps her focus ahead, curious where they seem to be going.]
How much royal status do you really even need? A regular table would have been fine, Loki.
[ Taken to a private elevator he slides an arm around her waist, all the mirrored Lokis smiling as he holds his silence. He hums as they go up and up and up, until finally they arrive on the roof. Walking over to draw out a golden chair for her, he watches Verity's face when the table with rose petals strewn about the glossy floor is revealed, uncertain whether this is too much like the limousine seemed to be (flowers are a nice gesture on any world, right?). The air is warm, since he paid enough for the heating to account for her attire in the cool spring weather. ]
[Unlike with the limo, her breath really gets caught up with the current view, a tad bit different from the cliché extravagance from earlier. Here, she stares out at the scene with parted lips, trying to find words, simply shaking her head when there isn't any.
It's not a rainbow, but it's a beautiful view just the same.]
Talk about exaggeration for just dinner. [Finally smiling, she turns to press her hands over his chest as she tilts her head in, finding a smooth cheek to place a soft kiss against.]
[ Leaning into the kiss on his cheek, he seats her before taking his own place and waving over the waiter; this is going to be one ritzy dinner and no mistake, with soft music peeling through the speakers as they talk. Considering how the last best friend a Loki had was treated (because of him), he hopes to distance the similarities by spoiling Verity when and where he's able. ]
[When she sits, she peers out towards the city view, locking in at the sight of the lights. It's not New York by a long shot, but the current setting brings about a nostalgic feel to it.
Except looking back at Loki and the table setup, there's nothing home like about it at all, suddenly taken up into a fantastical Asgardian feel with the surrounding gold, wondering if this might be a vague sample of Loki's world.]
If you're getting mashed potatoes, I want to taste the fanciest macaroni and cheese.
[ Obnoxiously, he snaps his fingers at a nearby waiter. ]
Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
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[ Poking the right button, they start to travel down. Loki rocks on the balls of his shiny heels (polished, but still seven-league boots under his cuffs). ]
What do you feel like eating? We can crash an art gallery after, if you like, there's a new artist unveiling a show. I should buy something to brighten up the lair.
[ It will never not be called that. ]
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Leaning back against the elevator wall, her eyes keep a constant watch over him curiously.]
I can't exactly make a choice on food if you've already picked out a place, especially since you're holding back on details. [Always a mystery after mystery.] I don't mind peeking at a bit of art though. Especially since I was accused of hating it apparently.
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Who said you hate art?
[ As the elevator reopens on the shabby lobby, he leads the way outside to a long black limousine, eyes dancing playfully as they linger on Verity for approval. He nods his thanks to the chauffeur who opens the door, and Loki offers her a hand in. ]
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[Distracted from her words, her eyes widen when they make their way outside and she catches what he's had there waiting. It leaves her staring for a few lingering seconds, unsure if that's even for them until the door of it opens. Glancing at Loki, she scoffs into a surprised laugh as she shakes her head.]
Alright. I get it. You're living up the whole royalty thing, but isn't this a bit much? Even for you? [Not that she doesn't take his hand, might as well giving in since it's already there.]
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[ Loki gives her a warm smile, relieved when she doesn't balk too much. He never knows exactly how much glitz to throw at gestures like this, but a nice car seemed appropriate.
He scoffs, grinning. ] If it were for me, I'd expect a gilded chariot with a horse or two. [ Following Verity into the comfy low-lit limo, he stretches out an arm on the back of the seating. ] This is for you, Verity, instead of another rainbow.
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For me. I didn't realize I'd been demanding for more high class travel.
[Leaning back, she finally turns back to him, a partial smirk on her face.] I'm not exactly opposed to chariots either.
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That's the first time I've not been Asgardian enough for you. Want some bubbly?
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[Grinning in a tease as she keeps her own laughter in check, she catches sight of the hand that toys with his hair for a moment, prompting her to sneak in her own fingers, brushing any loose strands back into place.]
Sure, bubbly away. You even got all sleeked up for me. There gonna be other huge surprises?
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Taking her glass, she hums in thought, shifting to keep herself angled towards him.]
Hmm. Let's see. Your new found fame towards a possible singing career? You had some major popularity there. Or ... there's managing to survive this place for over a month now. I guess that's something.
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[ Green eyes linger on her as he grins, necking his champagne in one gulp. The bubbles have him rubbing his nose after, even if he can't get drunk on the stuff. ]
It's fizzy. We should mix it with wine sometime, see what happens.
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What, does the fizz bother you that much? Don't be such a baby. [Poking his nose with an index. Boop.] What do you even really drink up there anyway? Since you always say this stuff never does much for you.
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[ He boops her back, only by flicking the slice of leg on show through her dress. ]
You're only allowed a sip, whenever we happen upon some.
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Wow, a whole sip. That's quite a privilege. I'm surprised you don't have your own stash yet. Haven't found any on your many secret operations?
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[ As the car pulls up outside a lavish restaurant, Loki stuffs their glasses away upside-down in the ice tumbler (never mind!!) and waits for the driver to let them out. ]
Ready to go and be hideously rich around incredibly envious stuffed-shirts? Remember, nose in the air!
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[Taking a quick peek outside, she looks back to Loki with a raised brow.]
Blatant, obnoxious role playing of the luxurious kind? My favorite. How did you know?
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[ Loki steps out of the car and his helm brightly peels into existence with green flares of magic. As he helps Verity out of the car and she straightens, her own svelte black dress ruffles into something more Asgardian too. Hopefully she likes it; it isn't an illusion and Loki's not sure he could alter it back. ]
Well, you were whinging we weren't Asgardian enough.
[ He offers his arm again, the doors ahead opening with a push of green magic onto a golden lobby. ]
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But she can clearly see it, which makes it plenty real as she glances back up at him.]
This wasn't exactly what I meant. [But she's smiling, teeth showing as she keeps eyeing down at the dress, slipping her arm around his.]
Alright, fine. You got me. Don't make too much of a habit of changing my clothes like this though.
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Striding indoors with her, he draws up his courtly manners to announce his name with a clear drawl as the maître d' looks up. ]
Prince Loki of Asgard and the Lady Verity of Midgard. [ He shoots Verity a small smirk as the fellow personally leads them through the main restaurant and the attentive stares of other diners. Leaning over to whisper, he grins, ] We're not sitting with the peasants tonight.
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Oh no, she likes being called Lady Verity.It's strange having so much attention on her, unsure whether standing out this much is her calling, but she keeps her focus ahead, curious where they seem to be going.]
How much royal status do you really even need? A regular table would have been fine, Loki.
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It's as I said, this isn't for me.
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It's not a rainbow, but it's a beautiful view just the same.]
Talk about exaggeration for just dinner. [Finally smiling, she turns to press her hands over his chest as she tilts her head in, finding a smooth cheek to place a soft kiss against.]
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[ Leaning into the kiss on his cheek, he seats her before taking his own place and waving over the waiter; this is going to be one ritzy dinner and no mistake, with soft music peeling through the speakers as they talk. Considering how the last best friend a Loki had was treated (because of him), he hopes to distance the similarities by spoiling Verity when and where he's able. ]
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Except looking back at Loki and the table setup, there's nothing home like about it at all, suddenly taken up into a fantastical Asgardian feel with the surrounding gold, wondering if this might be a vague sample of Loki's world.]
If you're getting mashed potatoes, I want to taste the fanciest macaroni and cheese.
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Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
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