You put mayo on mashed potatoes. Aren't you the craftsman of bizarre food choices?
[Granted, his experimentations taste good, but that was besides the point. She sighs, knowing he's steering himself on a distraction. But she hasn't forgotten the messages he's left.
Gathering up her things from the back room of the store, she holds the phone on her shoulder with an ear as she puts a jacket on.] Which street?
[ Able to corner demons and make hedgeway with angels, the master manipulator sounds entirely mystified by his lunch. He snaps a picture of the street sign and sends it over.
He knows she'll come to him, so he should make his excuses and head her off. It would be easy to downplay his own emotions when he does it all the time and genuinely believes there are bigger problems they should be dealing with ... but he's selfish. And his taco is not the best company. ]
I was going to sit on a cloud, but I'll wait if you want to come too.
[Taking a look at the photo, she's done enough wandering of the city by now to have a better idea of directions. Seeing the familiar name, she makes her way fast in that direction, heels stepping over sidewalks.]
We talking literal clouds here? [They've done literal rainbows, so she imagines this isn't much different.
Towering above six feet, he isn't hard to spot by the time she gets there. Keeping the phone on her ear, she gives a snort.] Look at that. I spot a cute little god with a taco in my path.
Very literal! [ He smiles when he hears her, turning around to pick out her pink hair. ] Hmm, who could he be? Whooo could he be-eee, I wonder.
[ He slips his phone away and offers her the sad remains of his paper-wrapped lunch. He might have attempted to squirt ketchup in there at one point. ]
[It's relieving to see a smile, a contrast to the upset undertones of his previous messages, though Loki certainly had a way with bouncing moods. But most of the relief is the comfort that it brings her, selfishly glad to see he's still here. It's unfortunate to hear that Tommy's gone, and it must be rough for anyone else to see their friends disappear, but hers is right there, solid before here, offering her his leftovers. She could almost hug him.]
Ew, cooties.
[Instead, she simply grins, shooting that pleased expression up towards him as she dips down, widening her mouth to take a bite of the food still in his hands. Pausing as she takes in the taste, soon enough, she's squinting with her nose shriveling up.] Okay, definitely disqualifying mayo in Mexican food from here on out. Along with ... whatever disasters were thrown in there.
It's pretty disgusting, yeah. I told them to put a bit of everything in it. If something doesn't taste great with all of it in one bite, then it'll taste terrible in pieces. Loki Logic, I think I'll patent that bit of wisdom.
[ He slides an arm around her waist, steering them down the road as they share the awful taco. His gaze remains low, even if he retains a small, mild smile. Verity's company is refreshing, as ever, offering clarity without distraction. ]
[Brow raised at his comment as she purses her lips, she laughs.]
Yeah, hence there's a reason why you're my friend and not my god. As a friend, I can proudly judge you for your awful choices in everyday decision making. I feel bad for the saps that go along with the worshiping ordeal.
[HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, HIC.
She allows him to guide her along, using the slip of an arm as an entryway to edge close while her attention draws on the meal, pulling it apart with her fingers to try to at least eat the thing in doses.] So what's our transport style today?
Anyone who worships me is really getting a raw deal.
[ Poor Hiccup, really.
He shrugs, eyes ahead and seeing nothing in the middle-distance. It's so weird to miss Tommy, they weren't close but between them was fostered a kind of understanding, a brief companionship, and Loki ... he liked him. ]
Walking. I want to walk and think. Something is vexing me and I think I've been lied to, but perhaps they didn't even know it. [ He tilts his chin in a huff. ] The representative Samantha said that Tommy didn't tell her why he left, he just did, only Tommy would never have walked out on Billy like that. Not ever. That's like saying I'd merrily wander out of this dimension without you.
[Verity looks to him as he speaks, paying closer attention when he mentions being lied to. She hasn't spoken to their representative just yet; actually, she hadn't spoken to any officials of Eudio since she'd arrive. They had spoken the honest truth to her during the interview concerning the making of the deal, but beyond that, there were plenty of mysteries that needed uncovering still.
I thought it would have had to do with completing his deal. I didn't realize he ... just chose to leave.
[Concern is lit with her furrowed brow and she wipes her fingers on the napkin wrapping the taco before they slip down to hold his wrist gently.] You think they're just taking them?
She said he didn't give her a reason, not to her at any rate. He obviously had a choice about something, it doesn't make any sense. Even if he had fulfilled his quota and got his wish, altered his own reality back home, Tommy would have told Billy where he was going. He punched me in the face and threatened me on his behalf when we first met, there's no way that man would have strolled off and left his twin behind.
[ The taco is fiddled with, tossed with accuracy into a passing bin. With an arm around Verity, his free hand seeks out hers to hold as they walk, tracing inconstant designs in endless swirls, a mirror to his thoughts. ]
I think I've been saying from day one that anyone who promises you the world wants a piece of it for themselves, and I still believe that. [ A frustrated noise banks in his throat. ] I need to find a reality warper who isn't Billy, or a transdimensional traveller to discuss the possibilities with.
[She gives his fingers a squeeze. While she may not thrive in terms of magic or deity status, if there's one thing that exceeds that of practically anybody else, it's the depth of care she has for Loki. She can't grant him answers, but she'd tried to ease his mind if she could.
Then again.] I could talk to her. I might not get anything out of it, but I could at least find out if she's telling the truth. Might at least show whether or not she's involved and that's always a start.
[She normally refrains from using her ability in a sneaky spy sort of manner. But the situation calls for it.]
But it's okay for you to play Inspector God, right?
[It's then that she steps forward fast in front of him, standing still to keep him from walking further. Speaking fast and urgently, she doesn't mean to squeeze his hand tighter, but she won't apologize for it.]
No matter what I do, you're gonna keep snooping around. You're gonna find some voodoo spellcaster to help you play detective, and you're gonna throw yourself into something insane that's probably much bigger than you are. I know you. But you think that just because you're a god that you can do whatever. Just because you have some kind of insurance, it doesn't mean you should just keep throwing yourself in front of cars.
[She takes a breath, eyes rolling as she shakes her head, knowing most words are futile.] Look, I know this is bothering you; it bothers me too. And I know that no matter what I say, you aren't gonna hold back from doing whatever you can, and I get that. But you're also not gonna do this to me again where you make me sit on the sidelines while you run off to play hero, leaving me to drive myself wild with this stupid worry over whether or not I'm gonna see you again.
[Letting him go mainly to rub the side of her head, she drops her arms at her side and looks away momentarily before staring back at him sternly.]
I'm not Billy. I'm not some amazing spell caster who can light up the world and make miracles happen. I'm not Teddy, playing ultra defense with the big muscles. Definitely not Tommy, though I can run well in heels. [Just saying. It's a talent.] I'm just Verity. Regular human being who just happens to catch lies. But Plain Jane or not, I'm not gonna abandon you so just ... don't keep brushing me away.
[ Instead of brushing her away, his hands slide up to cup her face and he closes the distance to press a firm, quieting kiss over her frantic lips, thumbs curving around her temples and black-nailed fingers sifting into pink hair. Loki huffs an understated laugh, green eyes bright and fond as he ignores the passers-by tutting at the two of them in the middle of the street.
In a low voice intended to be as steady and reliable as a mountain, he barely moves his lips away from hers. ]
The only reason I want you to stay out of harm's way is that I am not that resilient. If anything happened to you I would raze this city to the ground to discover the truth. [ Realtalk is happening. ] I am not a hero, my dearest friend, and if you believe I am strong enough to brush you away then you underestimate how lost I would be without Verity Willis in all her fleet, high-heeled glory.
[When her hands slip up to his, she's flared up enough in her rant that she almost moves away herself despite her own plea. But he's soft and honest, the very thing that Verity Willis needs, so her fingers curve over his wrists keeping him there as noses brush, nudging at his with her own.]
I can't do any real razing, but you underestimate the amount of fierce rioting and ass kicking I can do if I get pissed off. [Which she can most certainly do if a certain god were to disappear. She has a faint laugh of her own before sighing against his mouth, shoulders dropping.] We're in this together, Loki. I don't need to gain control over my ability if it were to mean losing you along the way somehow.
I'm sure you'd give them Hel ... and I would know, I used to hang out there in a different life.
[ One hand slides down to reel her in at the waist and he shakes his head. ]
When have I ever cared that you weren't a god, or magically inclined, or a shapeshifter, or swift as the wind? I don't think you are weak, Verity. You're so strong that you would put yourself forward and willingly break for me but I couldn't handle that, so you must allow this selfishness of mine a while longer. [ Resting their foreheads together, the pad of a thumb grazes one of her cheeks. ] Besides a bunch of cryptic omens and an even less reliable father, you are all I have left. I'm the brittle one.
The Aesir have nothing as fine as your kind, brave heart that has somehow turned itself toward me. Let me keep it safe?
[I am not a hero, he had said, but he fails to realize that he's her hero. That brave heart he sees is more fragile than she ever wants to let on, years of lies and loneliness breaking her down beyond the tough face. But he provides support and a strengthened friendship that gives her renewed confidence, believing for once that she could have more than what she's permitted herself. If she's reading books, if she's opening herself to stories, if she's allowing herself to laugh more openly — he gets credit for giving rise to that.
Though she's still not capable of admitting as such, not out loud, but she does leave a lingering kiss over his lips, possibly exposing herself more than words could do in any case.
Warming a cheek with a palm, fingers curling loose strands, she snickers under her breath.] You? Selfish? That's new.
No. [She smiles when she says it, leaning in to nip him lightly at the corner of his lip, nothing seductive, merely a playful gesture before she takes hold of his hands. Squeezing the fingers, she pulls herself away while keeping a hold, dragging him along as she steps backwards to force him to walk with her along the sidewalk again.]
I still want to help. But I'll step back for now. For now. Either way, there's something I need to give you, before I forget again, so — come on.
Don't overestimate the degree at which I'm willing to spoil you, Loki.
[Pursing up her lips at him in a pout, she twists on a heel, loosening her hold on one hand and interlocking their fingers with the other, shifting to walk forward beside him. The direction they travel should become vaguely familiar soon enough as the route leads directly to her apartment.]
Some things only qualify as one-time offers. It's not Christmas every day. [An offer he so blatantly rejected. Taking their relationship for what it was, she wasn't making any plans to cross that line again.
Finding her own building, she leads him through the front door, dragging him through the lobby to the elevator.]
And you're exactly right, but it's no fun if you reveal my intentions before we even get there. Then again, it is a bean bag chair that I intend to so skillfully tie you to, so the fun's still there.
[ Brows raising up his helm, he remains far more interested in that offer being swept off the table than anything else (even if a beanbag chair is amazing news). ]
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[Granted, his experimentations taste good, but that was besides the point. She sighs, knowing he's steering himself on a distraction. But she hasn't forgotten the messages he's left.
Gathering up her things from the back room of the store, she holds the phone on her shoulder with an ear as she puts a jacket on.] Which street?
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[ Able to corner demons and make hedgeway with angels, the master manipulator sounds entirely mystified by his lunch. He snaps a picture of the street sign and sends it over.
He knows she'll come to him, so he should make his excuses and head her off. It would be easy to downplay his own emotions when he does it all the time and genuinely believes there are bigger problems they should be dealing with ... but he's selfish. And his taco is not the best company. ]
I was going to sit on a cloud, but I'll wait if you want to come too.
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We talking literal clouds here? [They've done literal rainbows, so she imagines this isn't much different.
Towering above six feet, he isn't hard to spot by the time she gets there. Keeping the phone on her ear, she gives a snort.] Look at that. I spot a cute little god with a taco in my path.
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[ He slips his phone away and offers her the sad remains of his paper-wrapped lunch. He might have attempted to squirt ketchup in there at one point. ]
I've had my mouth all over it. Want some?
[ Hey honesty +1. ]
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Ew, cooties.
[Instead, she simply grins, shooting that pleased expression up towards him as she dips down, widening her mouth to take a bite of the food still in his hands. Pausing as she takes in the taste, soon enough, she's squinting with her nose shriveling up.] Okay, definitely disqualifying mayo in Mexican food from here on out. Along with ... whatever disasters were thrown in there.
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[ He slides an arm around her waist, steering them down the road as they share the awful taco. His gaze remains low, even if he retains a small, mild smile. Verity's company is refreshing, as ever, offering clarity without distraction. ]
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Yeah, hence there's a reason why you're my friend and not my god. As a friend, I can proudly judge you for your awful choices in everyday decision making. I feel bad for the saps that go along with the worshiping ordeal.
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HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, HIC.She allows him to guide her along, using the slip of an arm as an entryway to edge close while her attention draws on the meal, pulling it apart with her fingers to try to at least eat the thing in doses.] So what's our transport style today?
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[ Poor Hiccup, really.
He shrugs, eyes ahead and seeing nothing in the middle-distance. It's so weird to miss Tommy, they weren't close but between them was fostered a kind of understanding, a brief companionship, and Loki ... he liked him. ]
Walking. I want to walk and think. Something is vexing me and I think I've been lied to, but perhaps they didn't even know it. [ He tilts his chin in a huff. ] The representative Samantha said that Tommy didn't tell her why he left, he just did, only Tommy would never have walked out on Billy like that. Not ever. That's like saying I'd merrily wander out of this dimension without you.
I like it not at all.
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I thought it would have had to do with completing his deal. I didn't realize he ... just chose to leave.
[Concern is lit with her furrowed brow and she wipes her fingers on the napkin wrapping the taco before they slip down to hold his wrist gently.] You think they're just taking them?
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[ The taco is fiddled with, tossed with accuracy into a passing bin. With an arm around Verity, his free hand seeks out hers to hold as they walk, tracing inconstant designs in endless swirls, a mirror to his thoughts. ]
I think I've been saying from day one that anyone who promises you the world wants a piece of it for themselves, and I still believe that. [ A frustrated noise banks in his throat. ] I need to find a reality warper who isn't Billy, or a transdimensional traveller to discuss the possibilities with.
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[She gives his fingers a squeeze. While she may not thrive in terms of magic or deity status, if there's one thing that exceeds that of practically anybody else, it's the depth of care she has for Loki. She can't grant him answers, but she'd tried to ease his mind if she could.
Then again.] I could talk to her. I might not get anything out of it, but I could at least find out if she's telling the truth. Might at least show whether or not she's involved and that's always a start.
[She normally refrains from using her ability in a sneaky spy sort of manner. But the situation calls for it.]
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[ More than figuring things out, he wants her safe, or as good as. The trouble is, what if none of them are? ]
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[It's then that she steps forward fast in front of him, standing still to keep him from walking further. Speaking fast and urgently, she doesn't mean to squeeze his hand tighter, but she won't apologize for it.]
No matter what I do, you're gonna keep snooping around. You're gonna find some voodoo spellcaster to help you play detective, and you're gonna throw yourself into something insane that's probably much bigger than you are. I know you. But you think that just because you're a god that you can do whatever. Just because you have some kind of insurance, it doesn't mean you should just keep throwing yourself in front of cars.
[She takes a breath, eyes rolling as she shakes her head, knowing most words are futile.] Look, I know this is bothering you; it bothers me too. And I know that no matter what I say, you aren't gonna hold back from doing whatever you can, and I get that. But you're also not gonna do this to me again where you make me sit on the sidelines while you run off to play hero, leaving me to drive myself wild with this stupid worry over whether or not I'm gonna see you again.
[Letting him go mainly to rub the side of her head, she drops her arms at her side and looks away momentarily before staring back at him sternly.]
I'm not Billy. I'm not some amazing spell caster who can light up the world and make miracles happen. I'm not Teddy, playing ultra defense with the big muscles. Definitely not Tommy, though I can run well in heels. [Just saying. It's a talent.] I'm just Verity. Regular human being who just happens to catch lies. But Plain Jane or not, I'm not gonna abandon you so just ... don't keep brushing me away.
[Please.]
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In a low voice intended to be as steady and reliable as a mountain, he barely moves his lips away from hers. ]
The only reason I want you to stay out of harm's way is that I am not that resilient. If anything happened to you I would raze this city to the ground to discover the truth. [ Realtalk is happening. ] I am not a hero, my dearest friend, and if you believe I am strong enough to brush you away then you underestimate how lost I would be without Verity Willis in all her fleet, high-heeled glory.
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I can't do any real razing, but you underestimate the amount of fierce rioting and ass kicking I can do if I get pissed off. [Which she can most certainly do if a certain god were to disappear. She has a faint laugh of her own before sighing against his mouth, shoulders dropping.] We're in this together, Loki. I don't need to gain control over my ability if it were to mean losing you along the way somehow.
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[ One hand slides down to reel her in at the waist and he shakes his head. ]
When have I ever cared that you weren't a god, or magically inclined, or a shapeshifter, or swift as the wind? I don't think you are weak, Verity. You're so strong that you would put yourself forward and willingly break for me but I couldn't handle that, so you must allow this selfishness of mine a while longer. [ Resting their foreheads together, the pad of a thumb grazes one of her cheeks. ] Besides a bunch of cryptic omens and an even less reliable father, you are all I have left. I'm the brittle one.
The Aesir have nothing as fine as your kind, brave heart that has somehow turned itself toward me. Let me keep it safe?
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Though she's still not capable of admitting as such, not out loud, but she does leave a lingering kiss over his lips, possibly exposing herself more than words could do in any case.
Warming a cheek with a palm, fingers curling loose strands, she snickers under her breath.] You? Selfish? That's new.
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Does that mean you'll stop thinking I'm being a puffed-up godly ass about this?
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I still want to help. But I'll step back for now. For now. Either way, there's something I need to give you, before I forget again, so — come on.
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In the middle of the day? Kinky.
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[Pursing up her lips at him in a pout, she twists on a heel, loosening her hold on one hand and interlocking their fingers with the other, shifting to walk forward beside him. The direction they travel should become vaguely familiar soon enough as the route leads directly to her apartment.]
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Before rainbow bridge shenanigans happened.Squinting up at the buildings, because uh. ]You're going to tie me to a chair and ransom me off, aren't you? I knew it.
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Some things only qualify as one-time offers. It's not Christmas every day. [An offer he so blatantly rejected. Taking their relationship for what it was, she wasn't making any plans to cross that line again.
Finding her own building, she leads him through the front door, dragging him through the lobby to the elevator.]
And you're exactly right, but it's no fun if you reveal my intentions before we even get there. Then again, it is a bean bag chair that I intend to so skillfully tie you to, so the fun's still there.
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Why was it a one-time thing?
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