Not exactly sure I could match up to that level of sweetness.
[Though she tilts her chin down and raises her brow with an all-knowing glance. On occasion, she'll take hold of his wrist when he scoops up some pie, leaning in for a couple more bites herself. Sharing is caring, Loki.]
Did you know, don't steal from my slice, [ although he lets her, ] did you know that when Asgardia was over Oklahoma, they used to order pizzas by the truck-load from Broxton? Gods go crazy for meatfeast stuffed-crusts.
[ You have a whole pie left over, Verity, don't be greedy!! ]
[There's the requirement of effort in heating up a whole new slice. Easier to snatch from the god babe instead.]
I think you've mentioned something like that before. Asgardia and their pizza cravings. What do they normally have to eat? Up there, I mean. I imagine you just toss whole cows on the tables and go nuts.
That's what they do, yes. Haunches of meat are spit-roasted and you tear off whatever you want. Plates and napkins aren't really a thing. We should have a meatfeast night, sometime.
[ Swiping some sticky crumbs off her lip, he sucks his thumb clean. ]
Who needs napkins when I've apparently got you, right?
[Thanks for cleaning her face, bro. Nibbling her lip to suck off any lingering sauce, she snickers.]
As long as you're not gonna be shoving around entire animals in my kitchen. The girls adore your leftovers, but I don't think they'd appreciate a roasted farmhouse in here.
[ He smirks and casts a look at the hallway, never minding that there's no one else home as he leans in a moment later, wrinkling his nose in childish fascination. ]
[Rolling her eyes, she laughs before leaning in, batting her lashes exaggeratedly, upping the pitch of her voice.]
Well, you know, us girls lay around in our underwear eating ice cream and talking about boys all the time so I spend hours going about the handsome, charming god that strolled into my life. So fine and so dazzling, I can't get enough of him.
[Snorting, unable to keep up appearances, she shakes her head, returning to her regular tone as she pinches at his cheeks.]
That you're my friend. And to excuse anything weird you might do cause that's normal. But that you're a decent cook so it's worth keeping you around.
Alright, alright, I get your point. [ Although he notes she thinks he's handsome, ahem. With his cheeks pinched, he takes her hands into his own and holds them behind her back, keeping them there in his grip as he pokes her on the nose. ] Something weird like what, pray tell? I'm a hundred percent hip, I'll have you know. Very down with the kids.
I think you get too down with the kids. [If you know what she means. Raising a brow teasingly, despite it being very much true. She snickers under her breath, wriggling her fingers against his.]
Hip or not, you're still a wild, untamed god who's always bound to do something unexpected at a moment's notice.
Probably not, because then she'd be used against me.
[ At least he's honest, releasing her wrists after a moment to wander around the kitchen, picking up this lid and that, fidgeting with magnets on the fridge. ]
[Shifting around in her seat when he stands, she twists her body to face him, chin resting on the back of the chair. He's like a pet wandering into a new house and sniffing everything out of curiosity.]
Really? That much to say? What would you write on there? [Pressing her lips together in a mischievous smile.]
Hmm. [ Opening up a cupboard, he finds a bag of chips and steals a couple now his hunger has been poked by the pie, slanting her a smile over a shoulder. ] I'd write, Verity Willis is in the thrall of the A-Class supervillain Loki Laufeyson, her mind has been warped and she requires immediate medical attention ...
[Snickering in amusement, she shuffles out of her chair, snagging the now empty but dirty plate to take it over to the sink. Squeezing liquid soap on the sponge, she keeps her eyes peeking over to the raccoon raiding her cupboards.]
Well, that'd clarify a lot. Rude. Bewitching this innocence. No wonder I was miraculously willing to make you pie.
You just don't know how to get on his good side like I apparently can. [Although we try not to talk about how she somehow became Doom's bro during her random vacation to Latveria. Befriending one supervillain was more than enough.
Gesturing a nod to grant him permission, she flicks him a bit of the soapy suds from her fingers.] I made you pie. That didn't exactly mean take everything else too.
[ Uncapping the bottle anyway, he sips and flicks the metal top into the sink. Nyeah. Picking at the label draws his attention as Loki leans back against the counter, head down and chatter casual as ever. ]
I've seen him dissect Asgardians, Verity. Live and lucid, lift their hearts free and count the minutes it takes them to die; admittedly, I was helping him at the time, in another life. [ Crazy old psycho. ] I don't care very much for Victor's sides, good or bad.
[ But to lift his even tone, he adds, ] Magneto and I actually teamed up against him on Genosha when the Inversion was going on. More like brofisted, but basically.
[Her washing slows, fingers lingering under running water without notice as she glances over at him. These are the stories she hates knowing are true, the ones she wishes weren't. Disturbed at the imagery, she turns back to the sink.]
Well, I'm not inviting him over for dinner anytime soon, that's for sure. [All that she can really say about that, really.] Magneto, huh? Was that around the time when he kidnapped you?
I didn't let him kidnap me. [ WOW, HIS EGO. Oof! Took a hit. ] I agreed to fight alongside him and a bunch of unsavoury characters while the Red Onslaught was banging around like a gigantic robotic ass and all the superheroes were trapped in his big fat belly.
[ He huffs a laugh. ]
Amora made Shmidt fall in love with her for a while, you've never seen anything so hilarious as a monstrous Nazi burbling like a baby for a cuddle.
[ Ah, Amora. If only she wasn't so fucking terrifying. ]
Amora, your brief snuggly girlfriend? [NEVER FORGET. He was such an asshole at the time, it's really hard to. Left a bad impression too since she was all wrapped up on her best friend while he calmly noted he didn't have time for unimportant mortals.]
What's she actually like anyway? She and Lorelei are sisters, but they don't exactly seem alike in the personality department.
Don't say 'snuggly' to her, otherwise she'll ensure I never have anything to offer a girlfriend again.
[ Yeesh. ]
Amora's ... loyal to Asgard, always was. She turns up to fight battles and whatnot, but she also tries to twist everything to her own ends. Lorelei likes Midgard, as I told her she would a long time ago; we're more similar than not, minus the part where she casts love spells over every single man she feels like. She and I, we're the second-siblings, the ones who were never good enough, so we get along and can find each other more easily than a lot of people could.
We, uh. Had an on and off thing for a while. I suppose you could call it an old-fashioned Friends With Benefits set-up, if that had existed back in the day. She's a lot cleverer now than she used to be, so I give her credit for that.
Yeah, you've mentioned your situation with her before. Too bad for you that Sigurd's swept her off her feet. Or — vice versa, really.
[She waves her wet hands in the sink before wiping them with a towel, leaning a hip against the counter.]
I actually miss having her around. [As wild as the company was, Lorelei and Sigurd were probably the first set of friends she had after meeting Loki. The obnoxious archaic flirting Sigurd had tried on her was annoying, but once he got hung up on Lorelei, he was decent to have around. And Lorelei was just ... well, Lorelei.]
Sigurd will learn that a romance with Lorelei is ill advised in the long run. When she tires of him, she'll break his heart; if he lets her. They're both as bad as each other, although his experience with the ladies is far more torrid ...
[ Loki slides up beside her, crouching down to rest his chin on her shoulder. ]
Maybe that's what actually makes them a good match in the long run.
[Tilting her head to take a peek at green eyes, she huffs into a hum, lifting a hand to his cheek before brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear.] Yeah, I know. And I'm stuck with you.
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[Though she tilts her chin down and raises her brow with an all-knowing glance. On occasion, she'll take hold of his wrist when he scoops up some pie, leaning in for a couple more bites herself. Sharing is caring, Loki.]
At least it's better than the taco.
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[ You have a whole pie left over, Verity, don't be greedy!! ]
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I think you've mentioned something like that before. Asgardia and their pizza cravings. What do they normally have to eat? Up there, I mean. I imagine you just toss whole cows on the tables and go nuts.
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[ Swiping some sticky crumbs off her lip, he sucks his thumb clean. ]
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[Thanks for cleaning her face, bro. Nibbling her lip to suck off any lingering sauce, she snickers.]
As long as you're not gonna be shoving around entire animals in my kitchen. The girls adore your leftovers, but I don't think they'd appreciate a roasted farmhouse in here.
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[ He smirks and casts a look at the hallway, never minding that there's no one else home as he leans in a moment later, wrinkling his nose in childish fascination. ]
What exactly have you told them about me?
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Well, you know, us girls lay around in our underwear eating ice cream and talking about boys all the time so I spend hours going about the handsome, charming god that strolled into my life. So fine and so dazzling, I can't get enough of him.
[Snorting, unable to keep up appearances, she shakes her head, returning to her regular tone as she pinches at his cheeks.]
That you're my friend. And to excuse anything weird you might do cause that's normal. But that you're a decent cook so it's worth keeping you around.
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Hip or not, you're still a wild, untamed god who's always bound to do something unexpected at a moment's notice.
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I'll have you know those kids are more than legal by any realm's standards. Untamed, though? I'm starting to think you've been reading my Wiki.
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Oh, is that what's on there? And what else does your Wiki say? Anything about that awesome best friend you have?
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[ At least he's honest, releasing her wrists after a moment to wander around the kitchen, picking up this lid and that, fidgeting with magnets on the fridge. ]
But if there were, her page would be lengthy.
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Really? That much to say? What would you write on there? [Pressing her lips together in a mischievous smile.]
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Well, that'd clarify a lot. Rude. Bewitching this innocence. No wonder I was miraculously willing to make you pie.
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Doctor Doom once made me dinner, it was thoroughly poisoned and then he set the room on fire. That's rude.
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Gesturing a nod to grant him permission, she flicks him a bit of the soapy suds from her fingers.] I made you pie. That didn't exactly mean take everything else too.
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[ Uncapping the bottle anyway, he sips and flicks the metal top into the sink. Nyeah. Picking at the label draws his attention as Loki leans back against the counter, head down and chatter casual as ever. ]
I've seen him dissect Asgardians, Verity. Live and lucid, lift their hearts free and count the minutes it takes them to die; admittedly, I was helping him at the time, in another life. [ Crazy old psycho. ] I don't care very much for Victor's sides, good or bad.
[ But to lift his even tone, he adds, ] Magneto and I actually teamed up against him on Genosha when the Inversion was going on. More like brofisted, but basically.
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Well, I'm not inviting him over for dinner anytime soon, that's for sure. [All that she can really say about that, really.] Magneto, huh? Was that around the time when he kidnapped you?
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[ He huffs a laugh. ]
Amora made Shmidt fall in love with her for a while, you've never seen anything so hilarious as a monstrous Nazi burbling like a baby for a cuddle.
[ Ah, Amora. If only she wasn't so fucking terrifying. ]
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What's she actually like anyway? She and Lorelei are sisters, but they don't exactly seem alike in the personality department.
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[ Yeesh. ]
Amora's ... loyal to Asgard, always was. She turns up to fight battles and whatnot, but she also tries to twist everything to her own ends. Lorelei likes Midgard, as I told her she would a long time ago; we're more similar than not, minus the part where she casts love spells over every single man she feels like. She and I, we're the second-siblings, the ones who were never good enough, so we get along and can find each other more easily than a lot of people could.
We, uh. Had an on and off thing for a while. I suppose you could call it an old-fashioned Friends With Benefits set-up, if that had existed back in the day. She's a lot cleverer now than she used to be, so I give her credit for that.
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[She waves her wet hands in the sink before wiping them with a towel, leaning a hip against the counter.]
I actually miss having her around. [As wild as the company was, Lorelei and Sigurd were probably the first set of friends she had after meeting Loki. The obnoxious archaic flirting Sigurd had tried on her was annoying, but once he got hung up on Lorelei, he was decent to have around. And Lorelei was just ... well, Lorelei.]
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[ Loki slides up beside her, crouching down to rest his chin on her shoulder. ]
You have me, Verity.
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[Tilting her head to take a peek at green eyes, she huffs into a hum, lifting a hand to his cheek before brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear.] Yeah, I know. And I'm stuck with you.