She squeezes her eyes shut when he taps her nose, smiling. Is he serious? Is that seriously why he won't do it? She can't tell if he's joking or just trying to wind her up. If it's the latter, he's doing a damn good job of it. Tease indeed. There's a soft hum of consideration as she cracks an eye open to peer at him before blinking them both open and tilting her head
( ... )
Loki turns his hand over to curl his fingers about her wrist, looking down at their joined hands dispassionately. “No, normally I'm much colder than this. I am not, however, in the habit of wearing my true face in the presence of others for a host of reasons. It would be inadvisable to touch me if I were, that's one, though I suppose I could mitigate that with magic. It's rather obvious, for another. I'd never be able to pass unnoticed on the street.”
A pause. “It's not entirely a lie, in case you're wondering. I was lead to believe this was my face for most of my life until now; it's nearer real than what I truly am.”
Still, it fades. Odin's magic fades, and as it does, Loki grows ever colder. For the time being, he tolerates it. Soon he'll have to remake his Asgardian appearance of his own accord. He sighs heavily.
“I am not of a species with the Æsir, to elaborate further, though I was raised as one. I am Jötunn, what your people once called hrimþurs, a... giant of the rime, I believe is
( ... )
That part sounded familiar. A frost giant had almost killed Bo, but she was almost positive that it wasn't the same thing. Loki was an entirely different case. The fae were separate. While they both pulled from myths and bedtime stories, he was nothing like she'd ever seen before.
But that expression... she'd seen that before. The faint smile couldn't cover up what this line of questioning was doing to him. She could tell that there was far more to this story and now was not the time to get into it. Maybe someday. He'd already revealed more than enough for one night. Pushing wouldn't help anyone. There was no doubt in her mind that if he wanted to talk about anything, she'd be there to listen. It was much more preferable than talking about herself.
"I'm gonna kiss you now, and it has less to do with that 'large' comment and more me not wanting to say something stupid. Just so you know." And it just might also be because he said she looked lovely, but mostly because talking never ends well for her. Kenzi looks serious for all of a
( ... )
For all his stubbornness and rage Loki is in some areas a pliant creature, and this is one of them. He moves for Kenzi, leans in, tilts his head to accomodate. A cool palm runs down the side of her neck to the shoulder, where his thumb traces gently over her collarbone. Seven pounds of pressure, isn't it? Didn't he read that somewhere? Seven pounds of pressure to break the human clavicle and the pressure of his grip can bend iron; it'd be nothing, like snapping a twig, the easiest thing in the world.
But he worships that fragility instead, holds it in his mind like holding wine in one's mouth. It makes him feel powerful. He likes feeling powerful.
“You are very small,” he murmurs with a smile against her lips. “There's nobody like you on Asgard
( ... )
She's heard the small thing a million times before, but he definitely redeems himself with the second part. Asgard sounds pretty boring in her opinion, but she's not one to diss an entire new place just because they're severely lacking in tiny, awesome humans. Besides, she's a little busy right now.
The question catches her off guard, but she mirrors his grin. What does she want? That's a loaded question, and one that she actually has to stop and think about. Her gaze shifts skyward as she lets out a soft hum and sinks against him, settling herself in his lap like he's some messed up version of Santa Claus. Before Bo, her wants had been very clear; Money, security, a warm place to sleep and not having to feel that constant fear that had taken hold of her early on. She'd gotten all that and more. Now there was just one thing she couldn't get enough of
( ... )
“Of course I do,” Loki responds with an affronted air, settling a hand on her waist. “A bit, at least.”
Not that it's easy to care about humans in more than a vague, abstract way. There are so very many of them, and however far they've come over the centuries they still haven't changed that much. Their preoccupations are depressingly predictable. They're still organic, still do what they need to do to survive as a species. Eat. Drink. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Think often about all of the above. Love. Hate. Kill. Die. On and on and on, generation by generation, until they're all a blur.
He does get tired of that. He's not entirely certain it's possible not to get tired of that. It makes them so easy to disregard, to dislike, to murder, no matter how much he respects them as a species. No matter how curious they can sometimes be
( ... )
A bit, huh? Better than nothing. Likely a big thing for someone so removed from humanity. Even if it's just because she's some small, not-from-Asgard freak or whatever the hell that means. No, you know what? She freakin' likes him. A lot. He's weird, too. And kind of scary... but mostly just awesome. In... a scary way. Yes, the fear is definitely easy but mostly she likes him. Right now. Hard to tell if she'll keep liking him considering his track record with breaking stuff, but that is totally in the past. Why not give him a shot?
He is offering and it's incredibly difficult to form coherent thoughts when he's touching her, or talking, or just in his presence in general, actually. But she manages something kind of intelligible after getting over the dreamy, spaced-out state of mind.
"Hmmm, let's see. You did just fight Iron Man, which was totally hot by the way, and it is technically our third date. Then there's the whole you being ridiculously charming thing that I have to factor in, but you do bring up a very good point with the
( ... )
“Third date. Yes. You see? I'm not entirely discourteous.” Of course, all of this now is more a service to her than anything Loki himself would go out of his way to pursue for any reason other than a temporary lark, an opportunity to laugh at the gullibility of human beings. There's a remarkable amount of arrogance in that, he's well aware. He just happens to think he's earned it, not merely by virtue of his birth, as Thor would no doubt accuse, but also the long life he's lead since then
( ... )
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Loki turns his hand over to curl his fingers about her wrist, looking down at their joined hands dispassionately. “No, normally I'm much colder than this. I am not, however, in the habit of wearing my true face in the presence of others for a host of reasons. It would be inadvisable to touch me if I were, that's one, though I suppose I could mitigate that with magic. It's rather obvious, for another. I'd never be able to pass unnoticed on the street.”
A pause. “It's not entirely a lie, in case you're wondering. I was lead to believe this was my face for most of my life until now; it's nearer real than what I truly am.”
Still, it fades. Odin's magic fades, and as it does, Loki grows ever colder. For the time being, he tolerates it. Soon he'll have to remake his Asgardian appearance of his own accord. He sighs heavily.
“I am not of a species with the Æsir, to elaborate further, though I was raised as one. I am Jötunn, what your people once called hrimþurs, a... giant of the rime, I believe is ( ... )
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But that expression... she'd seen that before. The faint smile couldn't cover up what this line of questioning was doing to him. She could tell that there was far more to this story and now was not the time to get into it. Maybe someday. He'd already revealed more than enough for one night. Pushing wouldn't help anyone. There was no doubt in her mind that if he wanted to talk about anything, she'd be there to listen. It was much more preferable than talking about herself.
"I'm gonna kiss you now, and it has less to do with that 'large' comment and more me not wanting to say something stupid. Just so you know." And it just might also be because he said she looked lovely, but mostly because talking never ends well for her. Kenzi looks serious for all of a ( ... )
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But he worships that fragility instead, holds it in his mind like holding wine in one's mouth. It makes him feel powerful. He likes feeling powerful.
“You are very small,” he murmurs with a smile against her lips. “There's nobody like you on Asgard ( ... )
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The question catches her off guard, but she mirrors his grin. What does she want? That's a loaded question, and one that she actually has to stop and think about. Her gaze shifts skyward as she lets out a soft hum and sinks against him, settling herself in his lap like he's some messed up version of Santa Claus. Before Bo, her wants had been very clear; Money, security, a warm place to sleep and not having to feel that constant fear that had taken hold of her early on. She'd gotten all that and more. Now there was just one thing she couldn't get enough of ( ... )
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Not that it's easy to care about humans in more than a vague, abstract way. There are so very many of them, and however far they've come over the centuries they still haven't changed that much. Their preoccupations are depressingly predictable. They're still organic, still do what they need to do to survive as a species. Eat. Drink. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Think often about all of the above. Love. Hate. Kill. Die. On and on and on, generation by generation, until they're all a blur.
He does get tired of that. He's not entirely certain it's possible not to get tired of that. It makes them so easy to disregard, to dislike, to murder, no matter how much he respects them as a species. No matter how curious they can sometimes be ( ... )
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He is offering and it's incredibly difficult to form coherent thoughts when he's touching her, or talking, or just in his presence in general, actually. But she manages something kind of intelligible after getting over the dreamy, spaced-out state of mind.
"Hmmm, let's see. You did just fight Iron Man, which was totally hot by the way, and it is technically our third date. Then there's the whole you being ridiculously charming thing that I have to factor in, but you do bring up a very good point with the ( ... )
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