TEN THINGS TO TEN PEOPLE

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TEN THINGS

Them rules:
1. Post with your characters name/canon and write 10 IC things about/to 10 peeps, don't say who they are for!
2. Go around and yell at/talk with/mourn alongside other peeps.
3. Potentially guess that jerk is talking about you, wtf.
4. Profit???

Taken from that other site.

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[trickstertongue]

[It's a very good thing that he doesn't know of Coulson's words about giving them something to Avenge, because he would be getting himself into some trouble with her right now by dropping them] All interactions are an attempt to influence another in some way, for good or for ill. It is the very nature of communication and action to try to affect the world around you. Intentions may be impossible to know unless outright stated. We can only look at the results and attempt to glean their basis.

[It's strange, sometimes, speaking with Natasha -- there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to see her rage unleashed, but he finds himself more than he strictly likes truly enjoying their conversations. She always keeps him on his toes, and he finds that refreshing. As her own smile grows, his softens again; for a moment it could the smile of another Loki, of the Loki he had been before the events of his brother's aborted coronation] So I have been told. [he raises an eyebrow at that] Genetic deficiency? Surely any who may have made such outrageous claims have never laid eyes on a woman such as you, or they would have swallowed those words before they passed their lips. Deficient, Natasha? Nothing could be more far-fetched.

All passions are but fleeting things, no matter what their nature. [His eyes are riveted on her mouth, on the play of her tongue across her lips] If you against all odds find yourself in the place to fulfill that wish, I beg of you a boon -- as my heart will know as its last embrace the tight squeeze of your hand, let my lips know as their last caress the feel of your own lips against them.

[redinmyledger]

[Natasha no doubt would have jumped on the opportunity had he dropped those words but instead she just snorted in amusement.] All things I know to be true given my chosen profession, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate those moments of outright honesty. When the charades are left behind and it is just you and the other person being completely open. They are rare occasions at best, but they can be worth it.

You're far too... generous. [She had almost been about to call him 'biased' but the idea was disconcerting at best. This was a god she had wanted to kill. To call him biased would have meant he had some kind of feeling for her.] Always ready with your silver tongue.

[And then he continued and her mind once more floated back to 'bias' though she was starting to think it was more on her side. She indulged him, wanted to keep talking. However badly she wanted to draw blood she was still compelled to let this continue.] It would surprisingly enough be a pleasure to give you such a price the day I do end your life.

[trickstertongue]

But how often do those charades fall away, and leave behind that naked, vulnerable honesty? And how do you know when you have found that place, and trust that the one to which you speak has dropped their own mask in turn?

Generous? Oh, not I. [he shakes his head gently, a sign in his voice] See the truth of what I ask? You question the sincerity of my words, though I tender the compliment with all due honesty and forthright intention. You are a beautiful woman, Natasha -- a compliment on your obvious beauty should hardly be a thing to be questioned.

[He smiles, and for a moment it's genuine again, true amusement on his face -- though it's mixed somehow with regret] Then I thank you, that I shall not leave this world without one last tender touch to see me into the dark.

[redinmyledger]

That depends upon the people. Upon the relationship. Because you'll find there's an unguarded moment happening without you even realising it. Have you never had such a thing?

[It was Natasha's turn to sigh before she gave a smirk.] Men compliment my looks because they want something, or because they're only thinking about one thing. Not to argue against my lack of genetic deficiency so for that I should have realised it was truth. I am sorry, Trickster.

[Natasha returned the smile, her own just as real and genuine. Though if there was regret there she refused to acknowledge it.] It's the least I can do.

[trickstertongue]

Not often. A king's court is hardly the place to move and speak unguarded.

[Loki laughs, softly] There is no need to apologize, my spider, for you are in part right. You know that I would bed you given the chance; that is no secret between us, my desire to pleasure you. But with that freely between us I feel we can speak more plainly than most men and women can. You may question my motives in many things that I say, and not entirely without precedent, but know this: if I speak of your beauty and the sweet fascination it holds for me there is no trick behind the words, but only desire.

It is a gentler promise than I wold expect of any of the rest of your comrades in arms. And -- I would rather it were you than any of the rest of them, if I were to find my end at your hands. [He finds he means it, as he says it -- perhaps Thor has greater claim on him by the rights of their so-called "kinship", and Barton surely feels he has his own scores to settle with Loki. But Natasha -- they may never truly understand each other, not completely, but he feels that she can come the closest of all of them. Sometimes, perhaps, too close. The comfort would be cold there, but it would be better than none at all] I believe you might even follow through on this vow.

[redinmyledger]

No, but there must be moments you wish that you had such a luxury. Someone to trust. A private place for your guard to come down.

I wish I could say that I still didn't believe you but when you're appearing this earnest it's hard to keep doubting such motives. Though really, what's more honest than attraction? You can only fake it so much. Where your eyes roam, when you let your tongue flick against your lips - those are harder cues to fake. I'm not about to deny your own appeal. Thor might be considered more than attractive by most, but he is not my taste. I think you already know for yourself where that lies.

And while I respect your would-be brother, I can't deny your death is something I would cross him on. Something I would take from him. [And it was something she'd fight Barton on as well. Thor would never take Loki's life, but Natasha never vocalised her doubts. Barton would but only live to regret it. It was what she was good at, what she was made for.] I don't make promises I can't keep. I see no point in it.