| LOKI |
the lord of Latent Lies, king of none,born of none.
indie loki rp.
1+ year old. mythology, mcu & comic insp, though takes most after mythology. post tdw. tracking 'mischxif'. previously fromsilvertolead.
twin name; 'Silver'.
[Somewhat proud hues seem linked onto the form afore him. He has no reason to look away.]
That is the idea, pet.
Pet.
[He wrinkles his nose at that, as he leans on his toes a bit to put the apron back.]
Alright, sit. There’s a possibility that I want to come in your lap.
[And he’ll enjoy his view, because he can,of course; brows quirking a little, the familiar old smirk simply taking hold of his lips and twisting them once more.]
[He doesn’t even answer. He just, obediently, sits on the nearest stool.]
And here’s me believing you always wanted to do that. I’m hurt you’d only say of it now.
The first thing Tony does when he gets back is find an aspirin for his throbbing headache, then starts a pot of coffee. He’s surprised and confused why Loki’s not there with him, but does not question it because he will, undoubtedly, be here soon. Loki’s sickly sweet manner hasn’t alarmed him in the least because he’s already so used to it, already trained to think of that as the usual Loki. If only he knew it’s not.
Maybe he does know, but he simply refuses to see it.
When Loki appears in the Dream House, he’ll hear Metallica blasting throughout the empty house, and maybe he’ll hear Tony’s struggle with Dummy for the Mark 42’s controlling headset.
“I’ll give you to Justin Hammer as a Christmas present!” he threatens over the music, feeling just a little victorious when he wins, putting the headset back on his heat with a bit of a huff. It’s as he’s testing the hand movements on this new set of armor that JARVIS mutes the music, as he does whenever someone enters the workshop.
Automatically, he knows who it is, and is pleased when he turns. In the short span of time they’d been separated, he’d already dressed in his under armor and made coffee.
“Hey.”
He doesn’t opt to respond, and instead, he simply exhales with a little more relaxation, the devilry burning away in a moment’s notice; revealing the opalescent calm once more. There is something stimulating about causing mischief. Knowingly spreading it, and knowing of it’s imminent results. There should be controversy first thing tomorrow; and the thought simply gives Loki the pleasure of sabotage managed.
In the time he’s been on Midgard, he’s found he’s already taken to many customs. The God shrugs from his black jacket, and lays it on the nearest available surface; pianist’s fingers vacating to the tie; unfastening it. “Metallica isn’t exactly the sort of music one falls asleep to,” he observes, harmlessly; a smirk at the quiet jest sent Tony’s way.
“And on the topic of sleep,” Loki continues. The tie’s laid aside, and he steps across to the billionaire; taking whatever’s in his hands, and setting it atop a surface. “You know what I’m going to say to you.”
But before he really has chance to answer, Loki’s taking his hand, and leading him away from the workshop. He’ll need his rest. Loki really should take care of that.
“When was it the last time you had a full night’s sleep, hm?”
“Wanna plaaaay like the big boys do then, Loki-san? Oookay then we will. I’ll get the board and set it up. Ooh, and one more thing. I get to be the howitzer. Y’know the cannon. I’m sure you didn’t know that.. Either. And then we shall see just how much you stick by that lil’ golden rule of yours. Of ah, Bloooooodshed.”
”… very well.“
"I will play you. We will simply have to see who wins, then, shan’t we? Though I would do well to warn you; I am rather competitive. Don’t be so sure of yourself; and I won’t be so sure of myself.”
