oh, come on. you know i'd rake you over the coals if i thought you were doing something stupid. if all of us got mad at each other for what we did under mind control, there'd be no superhero teams left.
It wasn't quite like mind control. [ even if he was the whims of his own aggression rather than another person. it didn't feel like the complacency drug. ] More like an impulse. I knew what I was doing- I knew what it was like doing that.
[ this is terrible and he hates it all, BUT HE'LL LIVE HE SUPPOSES.
the apartment is in the lower-ish levels, in small, crowded conditions in a not-so-bad-but-could-be-worse part of the city. Loki has to let her through two sets of doors through the neural implant, and then to the upper floor of his apartment. it's also small, actually, it looks to small to even house Thor and another person, but here they are.
Loki's in a slouchy pants and a tank top. his socks have stripes on them. he waves Kate in. ]
[Kate is holding one of those environmentally friendly biodegradable bags everyone uses now, and she offers it to him.]
I got you Nutella and bacon. I mean, it's probably bug bacon or something, but beggars can't be choosers. Just don't combine it with anything disgusting in front of me.
[ okay, look, he's not expecting much and definitely not party favors. a frown tugs a little at his lips, and he holds the bag with one hand like he's not exactly sure what to do with it. instead he decides to switch focus and head inside behind her, putting the bag on the counter. ]
You are in my rented mortal apartment during our displacement, and hardly in a place to make demands.
[ meaning: he'll eat all the gross things he wants, thanks. ]
[ WATER RATIONING IS IN PLACE, OK. he's not made of cash money credits right now, even though Thor is back and his financial stability went up. he's still getting on his feet getting his shady business on.
he never does good with questions like these. ]
Well, my wounds are generally healed—[ aside from his shoulder. ]—and the atmosphere seems to have gone somewhere back to normal.
There's still no coffee and no diners serve sausage as a side with breakfast.
[ that's not what she meant, but there's a lot that he doesn't want to talk about. there are places that it leads that he'll have to explain, pieces of what's happened left in their own universe while he tries to get on his feet in this one.
there's a pause as he looks at her face, and then her outstreched hand. he doesn't take it, not yet. there's a moment where he just looks somewhat exasperated. ]
Kate ...
[ there's some discomfort there that he'd usually hide, but he doesn't. he owes her that to the least. ]
sorting through his own feelings is difficult enough, and he doesn't want Kate to catch a glimpse of something unrelated. besides, he owes her an explanation more than a cop-out.
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you know i'd rake you over the coals if i thought you were doing something stupid.
if all of us got mad at each other for what we did under mind control, there'd be no superhero teams left.
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It wasn't quite like mind control. [ even if he was the whims of his own aggression rather than another person. it didn't feel like the complacency drug. ]
More like an impulse. I knew what I was doing- I knew what it was like doing that.
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Nevermind.
It's difficult to explain.
[ America would be punching him. why couldn't she be punching him? ]
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give it a shot. i'm listening.
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where are you living, anyway? i'm coming over.
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What?
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Kate Bishop! This is cruel manipulation!
[ but you know what, she gets the pin on her neural implant on the location of his apartment. ]
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[And, about a half hour later, he gets a knock at his door.]
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the apartment is in the lower-ish levels, in small, crowded conditions in a not-so-bad-but-could-be-worse part of the city. Loki has to let her through two sets of doors through the neural implant, and then to the upper floor of his apartment. it's also small, actually, it looks to small to even house Thor and another person, but here they are.
Loki's in a slouchy pants and a tank top. his socks have stripes on them. he waves Kate in. ]
Hello, Kate Bishop, you made it.
[ of course she made it. ]
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[Kate is holding one of those environmentally friendly biodegradable bags everyone uses now, and she offers it to him.]
I got you Nutella and bacon. I mean, it's probably bug bacon or something, but beggars can't be choosers. Just don't combine it with anything disgusting in front of me.
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You are in my rented mortal apartment during our displacement, and hardly in a place to make demands.
[ meaning: he'll eat all the gross things he wants, thanks. ]
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Uh huh. You're going to let me use your shower, right?
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I'm tempted to decline you—but thirty seconds. Going over rationed water carries a steep fee, you know.
[ he pays attention to these things when they affect him, ok. ]
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Thirty seconds.
[Whatever, Loki! That's not why she's here anyway.]
How are you doing?
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he never does good with questions like these. ]
Well, my wounds are generally healed—[ aside from his shoulder. ]—and the atmosphere seems to have gone somewhere back to normal.
There's still no coffee and no diners serve sausage as a side with breakfast.
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I'm glad you're healing up, but that isn't what I meant.
[She knew this would be sort of an uphill battle, but she's still going to do her best. For a second, Kate hesitates, then offers him her hand.]
You could just show me if you want.
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there's a pause as he looks at her face, and then her outstreched hand. he doesn't take it, not yet. there's a moment where he just looks somewhat exasperated. ]
Kate ...
[ there's some discomfort there that he'd usually hide, but he doesn't. he owes her that to the least. ]
You don't need to do that.
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[Kate just keeps her hand outstretched.]
Neither do you, but if it's easier, I'm offering.
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[ she'll take that back once she digs into his emotions, he's certain. there are ghosts there that he doesn't want to bring out, not right now. ]
I'll talk.
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[She lets her hand drop, then shoots him a soft smile.]
Should we sit?
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[ he says through all of his discomfort.
sorting through his own feelings is difficult enough, and he doesn't want Kate to catch a glimpse of something unrelated. besides, he owes her an explanation more than a cop-out.
so, they sit. ]
Where, exactly, would you like me to start?
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You look plenty comfortable to me.
[Then she shifts, kicking off her flip flops and pulling her feet up onto her seat.]
Start wherever you want. I'll listen.
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[ just kind of being honest here. ]
You'll have to be more specific.
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