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). ]
[Releasing his hand once they're within metal walls, she leans against the back of the elevator as it moves upward. Surprise comes at his question, mainly because he's the one doing the asking, pausing for a brief moment before she shrugs.]
[ In the elevator, he cocks his head as her as if to say Go on, all the while letting his attention shift bit by bit more centrally to her expression and body-language, trying to read as much as he can without being overt. ]
[Narrowing her eyes a bit at his response, she shakes her head as hands grip on the railing behind her, a bit uneased that she's being asked to answer. Rolling her eyes, the shrug returns.]
Because ... it's us. And you get all weird about it.
[ Oh. That's not something he'd hoped to have been obvious about, but then again she's far from unobservant. Humming non-committally, he's saved from answering by the elevator arriving at the correct floor. ]
We should probably talk about that later, after gifts and things. Whatever is it I'm being taken to see?
[Verity's smart, but she doesn't need to be to catch on to the way Loki had sidestepped every close encounter after that first night. Practically jumping out the window as soon as things got intimate, plus drifting away from the topic so casually after she vividly described a potential blowjob, by talking about rainbows. And now he's asking, why was it a one-time thing.
Typical too, the way he changes the conversation now after he'd been the one to ask, hinting at more of the idea that something was still off, despite his multiple apologies over the matter. But she doesn't push it. She's made her offers in the past and it isn't on her to keep dragging it back around if he wants to avoid it.
So instead she brings her focus back to what she was bringing him here for in the first place, leading the way as she steps out of the elevator and heads down the hall, taking out her keys to unlock her apartment door.]
It's a surprise. You know, the whole close-your-eyes, don't-peek ordeal. And you can't laugh about it either.
I don't want to close my eyes, usually that's when someone introduces their fist to my face. 'Surprise! Have some pain, you earned it!' See? Irony. They're all so clever and Loki isn't.
[ Rambling to fill in the brief silence between the door being unlocked and heading inside, he keeps his gaze on her and fails entirely at not thinking about what she's said, what she's noticed, and feeling antsy. Firstly because he hates being predictable, and secondly he just feels a bit shitty for giving her the wrong idea. ]
Well, surprise, I may be the only person who's met you who hasn't found enough of a reason to punch you. [Which is saying a lot because he's certainly found ways to piss her off in the past. She'll scream his head off, but she won't jump on the violence train. Not yet, anyway.
She gestures to the table at the center of the kitchen as she makes her way over there.] At least sit down and face away from me, okay? I'm not gonna smack you from behind or anything.
I don't know, there are some leery tea-towels close to hand.
[ Despite wheedling the point home, he wipes his smirk as he sits down wherever he likes, perching on the edge of the table, and does in fact close his eyes. ]
Someone threw a milkshake in my face at a diner here when I wasn't looking.
And I'm sure you gave them absolutely no reason to do that. [Poor wee baby.
Though since other Lokis have a tendency to get on other people's bad sides, she'd actually believe it if he hadn't garnered up a reason himself just yet. But he's been here long enough so she knows better.
Catching sight of his closed eyes, she smiles slightly to herself, opening the fridge to pull out a large plate consisting of the surprise. Making her way to the table cautiously, double checking for any peeking, she lays the plate down in front of him.]
Alright, so, go ahead and open. [What he'll see is a large apple pie dish, not quite the visual you'd see on a recipe, but at the very least, it appears edible and grants a pleasant smell. Pressing her lips in an awkward smile, she waves her hands up.] Surprise?
[ Snorting, he listens attentively and sniffs when something apple-y sifts like a hot airborne tang up his nostrils, eyes snapping open the second they're allowed. He blinks down sideways and shifts to sit around a bit more, getting a better look. His lips twitch, as if he can't quite visualise Verity actually handling ingredients and mashing them together to create anything of the sort (and it comes off a bit sorry, yes, but it smells good). ]
Aw, honey. You baked! [ He coos for teasing effect, tilting his head to the side with a sappy bat of his lashes. ] You shouldn't have.
[Not quite a punch, but she does form a fist that she presses against his cheek to give a playful push in retaliation for the tease.]
I said not to laugh. [Because teasing counts as part of the laughing territory. Her arms flail a bit in awkward annoyance (because she doesn't bake, not for anyone, though for good reason) before she crosses them.] Look, I've been taking a few classes. It's really the only thing I've gotten to practice so I'm not some Iron Chef or anything, but this is the first batch that didn't burn or practically blow up in the oven, so ...
[She huffs a loud sigh.] You're always cooking for me, so I just thought I'd give it a shot.
[ Leaaaning with the not-quite punch, aiiieee! His smile widens as he watches her huff and puff, and Loki traces a big slice out immediately. ]
I want this much, then. Burns and all! [ He won't shy away from those imperfections, nope. ] I'm surprised you didn't ask me to help you, everyone else around here does.
You're already being a help by volunteering to be the starring guinea pig. Your sacrifice will be remembered.
[Because she's definitely refrained from having anybody else tasting her trials, usually only getting into baking mode when her flatmates were out of the apartment.]
Did you make this for me, then? Is this my pie? Ah, wait! [ Fishing out his StarkPhone, undeniably the only phone that matters to him, he steps back to take a picture of the dish. ] Now we can cut it.
Sure, if you want to label it your pie, be my guest. [Though it was made for him in mind, since he is her top caretaker when it comes to the meal category. As soon as she sees the phone pop out, she makes an attempt to block the camera though the hand swooshes in much too late.]
Just pick any part, Loki. It's all the same. Do you want to microwave it a bit to heat it up? They say it's better with the hot gooeyness of it. [Though it might be a risk to have her handling hot devices and food together again.]
Yes, please. Thirty seconds in the microwave will do it.
[ Slipping off his coat (more easily done with no one else around in the apartment to make him feel like he's intruding on their lives, since this is just him and Verity), he slides it over a chair and hovers around with the air of someone who wants to help but has no idea where anything is.
It's ridiculous to be so excited about eating a battered-looking pie and yet, he is, if only because Verity made it for him. Loki can be excessively generous with his gifts, but he can't recall the last time someone gave him anything for the sake of it. This is the loveliest of novelties. As she fritters around, he'll be taking a sneaky picture of her too, pie in-shot on the nearby table. ]
[He can relax since she handles getting out a plate for him, serving the slice properly before heating it up. She's casual about it, not wanting to dive into some bizarre housewife mode, but she's nervous nonetheless even if she doesn't make it obvious. Because he does spoil her, never saying no if she asks him to provide her with dinner, even taking her on the occasional adventurous outing.
She can't dazzle something up with a magic spell or use god status to rent out nice places, but she can try something like this, simple as it is to showcase her own feelings and how important he is to her.]
We can. If you survive the first bite. [Tossing a teasing grin at him as she takes the plate out of the oven, she slides it in front of him, holding a fork out.] Good luck.
[ Sitting down primly at the table like the good godling he is, he takes up the fork and (with a couple of deep breaths just to psych her out, heh) digs into his first mouthful, puffing with the heat. ]
Hmm ... hmmmmmm ...
[ Squinting up at the ceiling, he tongues all around his mouth and smacks his lips, pauses as if about to say something, then takes another bite. ]
[She sits herself in the chair just next to him, elbows on the table as she watches him carefully for a reaction. Narrowing her eyes at his exaggerated display, she huffs out a breath of impatience as she leans in.]
That better translate into "exquisite". You're not dead, so that's a good sign.
[ Holding up an imperious finger as he sucks apple out of a molar, he finally slides her a smirk and nods. ]
It could use a little more sugar, but it tastes nice.
[ Case in point as he scoops up another forkful and offers it over for Verity to sample. He's not lying, it could use a bit of work, but for a first attempt it's more than delicious enough. ]
[First attempt might not be the most appropriate phrasing, unless edible is placed between the two words.
It's an honest compliment that he gives, and she lets out a relieved sigh over the fact. Leaning in further to bite off the sample from the held out fork, she gazes out as she chews, taking her time in examining the taste. She's mostly surprised. Because while it's not a gourmet dessert, it really is the first decent thing she's managed to put together herself.
Swallowing, her smile is light and modest but it gets wider (she's proud of herself), showing teeth as she wipes her lip.] I'll make it extra sweet next time.
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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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You know the answer to that, Loki.
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[ In the elevator, he cocks his head as her as if to say Go on, all the while letting his attention shift bit by bit more centrally to her expression and body-language, trying to read as much as he can without being overt. ]
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Because ... it's us. And you get all weird about it.
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We should probably talk about that later, after gifts and things. Whatever is it I'm being taken to see?
[ Besides a convenient distraction. ]
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Typical too, the way he changes the conversation now after he'd been the one to ask, hinting at more of the idea that something was still off, despite his multiple apologies over the matter. But she doesn't push it. She's made her offers in the past and it isn't on her to keep dragging it back around if he wants to avoid it.
So instead she brings her focus back to what she was bringing him here for in the first place, leading the way as she steps out of the elevator and heads down the hall, taking out her keys to unlock her apartment door.]
It's a surprise. You know, the whole close-your-eyes, don't-peek ordeal. And you can't laugh about it either.
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[ Rambling to fill in the brief silence between the door being unlocked and heading inside, he keeps his gaze on her and fails entirely at not thinking about what she's said, what she's noticed, and feeling antsy. Firstly because he hates being predictable, and secondly he just feels a bit shitty for giving her the wrong idea. ]
Why would I laugh?
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She gestures to the table at the center of the kitchen as she makes her way over there.] At least sit down and face away from me, okay? I'm not gonna smack you from behind or anything.
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[ Despite wheedling the point home, he wipes his smirk as he sits down wherever he likes, perching on the edge of the table, and does in fact close his eyes. ]
Someone threw a milkshake in my face at a diner here when I wasn't looking.
[ JUST SAYING. ]
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Though since other Lokis have a tendency to get on other people's bad sides, she'd actually believe it if he hadn't garnered up a reason himself just yet. But he's been here long enough so she knows better.
Catching sight of his closed eyes, she smiles slightly to herself, opening the fridge to pull out a large plate consisting of the surprise. Making her way to the table cautiously, double checking for any peeking, she lays the plate down in front of him.]
Alright, so, go ahead and open. [What he'll see is a large apple pie dish, not quite the visual you'd see on a recipe, but at the very least, it appears edible and grants a pleasant smell. Pressing her lips in an awkward smile, she waves her hands up.] Surprise?
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Aw, honey. You baked! [ He coos for teasing effect, tilting his head to the side with a sappy bat of his lashes. ] You shouldn't have.
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I said not to laugh. [Because teasing counts as part of the laughing territory. Her arms flail a bit in awkward annoyance (because she doesn't bake, not for anyone, though for good reason) before she crosses them.] Look, I've been taking a few classes. It's really the only thing I've gotten to practice so I'm not some Iron Chef or anything, but this is the first batch that didn't burn or practically blow up in the oven, so ...
[She huffs a loud sigh.] You're always cooking for me, so I just thought I'd give it a shot.
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I want this much, then. Burns and all! [ He won't shy away from those imperfections, nope. ] I'm surprised you didn't ask me to help you, everyone else around here does.
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[Because she's definitely refrained from having anybody else tasting her trials, usually only getting into baking mode when her flatmates were out of the apartment.]
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Do not Instagram the pie, please.
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Cut me some, Verity! Choose which part is the best according to your chef's skills.
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Just pick any part, Loki. It's all the same. Do you want to microwave it a bit to heat it up? They say it's better with the hot gooeyness of it. [Though it might be a risk to have her handling hot devices and food together again.]
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[ Slipping off his coat (more easily done with no one else around in the apartment to make him feel like he's intruding on their lives, since this is just him and Verity), he slides it over a chair and hovers around with the air of someone who wants to help but has no idea where anything is.
It's ridiculous to be so excited about eating a battered-looking pie and yet, he is, if only because Verity made it for him. Loki can be excessively generous with his gifts, but he can't recall the last time someone gave him anything for the sake of it. This is the loveliest of novelties. As she fritters around, he'll be taking a sneaky picture of her too, pie in-shot on the nearby table. ]
We should save some for your flatmates.
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[He can relax since she handles getting out a plate for him, serving the slice properly before heating it up. She's casual about it, not wanting to dive into some bizarre housewife mode, but she's nervous nonetheless even if she doesn't make it obvious. Because he does spoil her, never saying no if she asks him to provide her with dinner, even taking her on the occasional adventurous outing.
She can't dazzle something up with a magic spell or use god status to rent out nice places, but she can try something like this, simple as it is to showcase her own feelings and how important he is to her.]
We can. If you survive the first bite. [Tossing a teasing grin at him as she takes the plate out of the oven, she slides it in front of him, holding a fork out.] Good luck.
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Hmm ... hmmmmmm ...
[ Squinting up at the ceiling, he tongues all around his mouth and smacks his lips, pauses as if about to say something, then takes another bite. ]
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That better translate into "exquisite". You're not dead, so that's a good sign.
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It could use a little more sugar, but it tastes nice.
[ Case in point as he scoops up another forkful and offers it over for Verity to sample. He's not lying, it could use a bit of work, but for a first attempt it's more than delicious enough. ]
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It's an honest compliment that he gives, and she lets out a relieved sigh over the fact. Leaning in further to bite off the sample from the held out fork, she gazes out as she chews, taking her time in examining the taste. She's mostly surprised. Because while it's not a gourmet dessert, it really is the first decent thing she's managed to put together herself.
Swallowing, her smile is light and modest but it gets wider (she's proud of herself), showing teeth as she wipes her lip.] I'll make it extra sweet next time.
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