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[notawitch]

WHO: Loki and YOU!!!!
WHERE: Around, mostly Heropa but I'm willing to work with whatever
WHEN: time isn't real
WHAT: throw cr at me
WARNINGS: Drinking, Loki, Loki drinking

[ 01 | the one with the booze ]

[Midgardian alcohol is a joke, but it's all they have access to here, so it will have to suffice if Loki ever wants to get drunk.

And he wants to get drunk, like, constantly at this point, so you see the problem.

He frequents establishments often, whenever he's able to shake Thor's attention and then gets bored. Generally the higher class places, because he has standards, okay, and they're more likely to be able to make a halfway decent martini (for Midgard, anyway). And he's in a nice suit, because trying to blend in doesn't mean he can't stick out (shut up, it makes sense), but he's not making any other attempt to disguise his appearance.

Care to join him, as he lounges with calculated carelessness against the wall, froofy drink in hand? Maybe you already have plans to meet him. Maybe you recognize him from your own world or your own past. Or maybe you just feel like messing with an obvious priss with a stick up his ass. It's a perfectly natural impulse. Nobody would blame you.]

[ 02 | the one where he's being a dick, quelle surprise ]

[So after a while bars get boring too, and there's nothing else to do on this godforsaken planet, which is the problem with safety, isn't it? Anyway, what was he the god of again?

Thor's all dull and responsible these days, so Loki has to make mischief by himself. Yawn. Today he's lounging about in various places where he'll be overlooked, entertaining himself by casting glamours on unsuspecting passersby and seeing how long it takes them to notice. A strapping young man becomes a doddering old lady, an intent businesswoman becomes a young child, a police officer becomes a dog, and so on.

Their confusion is amusing for a time, anyway, but fuck. Sometimes he actually misses being king.

He's always made a habit of underestimating mortals, so he's not bothering to hide that he's the one causing all this. Nor does he really care if people know. Anyone with a magic sense or even just decent observation skills will probably be able to tell where it's coming from. Whatever. You want to come ruin his fun over it? Spoilsport.]

[ closed | heropa #011 house party! ]

[Welcome to the shitshow, Eleanor!

Loki's in the living room alternately setting fire to the drapes and then restoring them. Fuck this place is boring. WHAT WILL YOU DO?]

[ choose your own adventure ]

[Specific closed prompts will be in the comments. Want one? Hit me up at cerebrah or just roll with your own if you want.]

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02.

[halfblaked]

[ David Blake (pHD) was at the market. A man -- even one who was ostensibly often masquerading as more -- had to eat, after all. Here he was, minding his own business, with his environmentally friendly bag over one shoulder filled with instant meals, a pair of reflective sunglasses, and (of all things) a leather jacket. In the middle of summer in July. That was odd, right? Especially with his paler-than-pale skin, somehow, he just looked like he was about to burn.

David Blake turned to look as someone screamed -- a woman? Looking in a mirror, pressing her hands to her face, before she finally popped to reveal a large man. He paused, and turned to a small bookshop, to start perusing some dime novels, of some sort, the racks out in the sunshine (very bad for books) and he watched it happen to another person, and another.

And there was one figure that looked...not shocked. Actually, he looked bored. Ah yes, Loki.

David stepped closer, before he leaned over to him, to surreptitiously say something. ]

My, all those innocent people! Do you know what's causing it?

[notawitch]

[Loki casts him a suspicious glance at David before his eyes widen in a totally sincere expression of innocence.]

Causing what?

[He just hasn't been paying attention, you see.]

01

[dragony]

[ Okay, in the most technical sense, Ruka shouldn't be here. She's only nineteen, for one, so any reasonable establishment of this sort shouldn't have even let her in the door — but there are perks to lying about your age for a very long time, the main one being that all your documents are completely legitimate while simultaneously being complete bullshit. In that regard, Ruka age twenty-one is perfectly entitled to be here.

In every other sense, she seems to suit. Her cocktail dress is a deep purple affair, halter-style front to allow for a great exposure of her upper back and her shoulders, but cuts back into sleeves that run the whole length of her arms down to her wrists. More attention-catching is probably her pile of pale green hair, twisted up in elegant braids, and the deep red heart of fabric covering her left eye.

It's an easy appearance to take in from where Loki stands, because she has to walk past him to get from the bar with her (likewise stupid-fancy-frou frou-boozy) drink to seating away from the bar. (Look, if she's going to feel drunk, she wants to at least enjoy a drink or two of her own before she absorbs everyone else's inebriation, so a little distance will help.) It's even easier to notice because she looks at him, her single eye giving him a cursory once over as she goes. And maybe it's enough that her step slows a pace before she continues on.

What? It's a nice suit, and he looks good in it, shut up. ]

careless whisper playing in the bg

[notawitch]

[Hay gurl hayyy. He was actually trying to avoid company by sulking back here, but he knows easy confidence when he sees it. Eyepatches kinda aren't his thing, but he can roll with it.

Plus, he definitely notices that look. He unfolds from the wall as she passes, ever so casually, as if they just happen to be going the same direction.]

You look like you're here for a reason. Is there a chance I could get an invitation?

02

[divaricate]

[Wanda has talked to a few Lokis in her years here, and plus, she recognizes this one as the one from home. So she goes over to him by a bench, and plops down.]

That's so much more fun to do when you're drunk or high or something. The results are funnier.

[notawitch]

[Meanwhile, Loki has never seen Wanda in his life, so whomst the fuck.

He very carefully doesn't react in surprise.]

Not for lack of trying, I assure you. Midgard's offerings are pitiful.

01

[slightlyoffchilt]

[After those truly invigorating riots had died down, Chilton decided to indulge something of a breather from Maurtia Falls. Heropa was the obvious antithesis -- a place he had grown to despise, but now sought after that urban inferno he had only just survived. A little decay and rot was cold comfort, when compared with a wildfire.

So his solution: a bar. A higher-end bar, naturally. Those were rumored to be in Heropa, weren't they? Surely such quality couldn't be impossible to find in Florida. And while it might have taken Chilton a journey worthy of Joseph Campbell himself, he found one. Old Fashioned in hand, he sought sight of a debonair man and took nearby seating to him.]

You're not from here.

[He said, plainly. To be fair, that was his opinion of anyone with any remote elegance while he was in Heropa.]

[notawitch]

[Oh, this guy. An unfortunate coincidence. Time to see if he's just as annoying in person.

Though, Loki is somewhat at an advantage in that he looks like a completely different person this time around, so Chilton shouldn't know who he is. He's just a simple human who shouldn't be able to understand complex magic, after all.

As always, his default tactic is to play innocent.]

Is it that obvious?

02

[sanguinespell]

Away with the tricks.

[nico lowers the staff after speaking, so rudely interrupting loki's latest round of people-watching by returning the locals to normal. of course it's loki. who else would it be. knowing alex fierro when she was still here went a long way to making her more blase about this guy.

she drops onto a seat at his table--an outdoor section at a cafe or somesuch--before taking a sip of her latte, propping the staff against the table.]

Busy day, Loki?

[notawitch]

[Rude as hell!! Even ruder that she knows who he is (though that was already clear from their first conversation, but that doesn't mean Loki can't be petulant about it).

He gamely tries to pretend he isn't super annoyed at the interruption and probably fails miserably.]

Unimaginably.

Is there a reason for intruding on it?

2)

[lightinside]

[It was like most afternoons in Heropa for Laurel. Quiet, peaceful and nothing out of the ordinary. She was enjoying an iced mocha from her favourite coffee place, sitting outside and watching people as they got on with their daily business. Laurel wasn't expecting trouble, but she can't help keeping an eye out. Just in case.

Her coffee was half-way finished when she notices something out of the ordinary; Laurel blinks a few times to make sure that she wasn't imagining it. Abandoning her coffee, she gets up and approaches a small group of people who were in obvious distress - people who looked different mere moments ago.]

Ma'am, sirs, are you all right? Did someone do this to you?

[An obvious question, but she wants to reassure them. Much to her surprise, the words don't seem to do anything.]

It'll be okay.

[Laurel glances around for clues, her gaze falling on a man who seemed to be looking in her direction. She doesn't recognise Loki but it won't stop her from asking: ]

Hey - did you see what happened to them?

[notawitch]

[Oh, wonderful, a do-gooder. What is it with Midgard having a surplus of them? Hopefully this one is as guileless as the rest and Loki can still get some fun out of the exchange.

He puts a hand to his chest and arranges his features in an imitation of shock and indignation.]

Why, no. It's really quite strange, isn't it?

At least they don't seem to be harmed. What do you think caused it?

house party

[forkingbullshirt]

[She hadn't had a chance to properly meet her roommates yet and walking in on the curtains on the living room curtains on fire wasn't exactly the best first impression.

But before she could say anything the fire was gone and the curtains looked as good as new.]

Holy shirtballs...what the fork are you doing?

[Setting things on fire isn't nice, dude!]

[notawitch]

[He just turns from where he's lazing on the couch to give her an incredulous look.]

I'm setting the drapes on fire.

[What does it look like he's doing?]

2

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel blinks for a moment, then steps over to where Loki is standing, suddenly feeling like a prefect all over again.]

That's rather childish. What are you going to do next, stick their feet to the ground?

[notawitch]

[ur face is childish :/ :/ :/]

Too obvious. They'd be able to tell what was happening immediately, and where would the fun be in that?

[He smiles blithely up at Sabriel as if this is a perfectly normal pastime.]

2

[rebelhealer]

[Anders has a re-usable bag in hand, having just gone to the library to get some things to read, and is on his way to buy himself more clothes when he sees a certain someone dicking around with magic.

Well, Justice senses the magic before Anders does, and it's not hard to figure out where it's coming from.]

Don't you have anything better to do?

[notawitch]

[Oh. THIS guy, who fancies himself a mage. Who needs healing magic, anyway. At least Loki's in his own form this time; hopefully it will head off any awkward conversations.

He offers a thin, insincere smile.]

If I did, I'd be doing it, wouldn't I?

01

[vanto]

[ It isn't often that Eli runs across people in suits at Pour Decisions. Sure, sometimes but it isn't the norm. As a bartender Eli stays mostly behind the bar, since that is his job but he figures approaching the stranger can't hurt especially when —]

Hey! I remember you, what are you doing here?

[notawitch]

[That's a weird reaction to someone who totally almost conquered Earth, assuming that's what this guy remembers him from, so Loki gives him a really weird, long look before turning back to his drink.]

I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure.

1 LMK if this isn’t okay.

[morethan084]

[There are a lot of emotions that rush through Daisy the moment she spots Loki in this bar. Fear, anger, and disgust to name a few. Of course she knows who he is, the whole world does. Well, all of her home world does anyway. For her, it’s a little more personal because she knows what he did to Coulson. Quickly downing the rest of her drink Daisy moves over to where he is.]

Looking for your next victim?

[Probably not the best place to start, but somehow, she doesn’t care.]

just come at him tbh

[notawitch]

[Now this is what he expected from the humans of the universe he knows. The vitriol puts a grin on his face. Always good to meet a fan.

He directs it right at Skye, whom he doesn't recognize, but it hardly matters--as dazzling as he can make it.]

Do I have a volunteer?

02

[areou]

( listen, clarisse loves some good mischief every now and then when it's at someone else's expense, so she's not particularly that interested in getting loki to stop. it's pretty fucking funny, honestly. maybe she should be heroic or something? but it's not like anyone is being harmed, so ... you know, no harm done.

it doesn't take a genius to figure out who's doing it, especially when said person happens to be in the same place he was last time clarisse made the rounds of this particular park. she stops to take a breather, snickering to herself when a small child suddenly becomes a pint-sized bodybuilder. )

Nice. ( hi loki. ) The only thing missing from this show is popcorn.

[notawitch]

[Oh, finally, someone he actually halfway maybe kind of doesn't hate. At the very least, the smile he flashes her is one of the least insincere he's sported all day. The little things!

Anyway, at least someone can appreciate his cutting and sophisticated sense of humor.]

I'd conjure some for you, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be edible.

@ harley

[notawitch]

[They arranged to meet up at a cafe, because that's where mortals go on dates these days, right? And technically speaking this isn't a date, just an agreement to see the sights, but like Loki's going to pass up a chance to potentially annoy his brother by flirting with the same people he does.

He's in Jane Foster's form again for this, partly because it seems the easiest way to make himself recognizable and partly because he still finds the idea pretty funny.

He also makes sure to go early, because it's a power move, though the servers give him dirty looks when he only orders water.

Look, it's not his fault coffee is gross.]

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley makes sure to go late, because it's a power move, except she didn't make sure to do anything so much as forgot about plans until the last minute, but y'know WHATEVER. She stops at the counter to order an affogato, hold the espresso, before scanning the room for him.

And scanning again to find a familiar disguise. Harley takes the other seat at the small table and smiles with a brow raised. ]

Oh, we're still doing this thing? Okie dokie.

@ magnus

[notawitch]

[From what he'd gathered, this whole setup was supposed to be secret. How cute. Of course, he can hardly fault them for not being able to keep it from him.

Still. He was hoping the answer to this little mystery would be something more interesting.

He's here mostly out of idle curiosity, not having much interest in the thing itself--fighting for entertainment, really, he'd never seen the appeal of it even on Asgard, but some things seem to be a universal constant--but he can see the appeal of gaming the system, as it were. He doesn't have much need for money, but at least it's a way of tracking his successes.

He's about to try and ingratiate himself more concretely when he spots someone who seems vaguely familiar, though he can't quite place where from--but if the familiarity is mutual it might provide the opportunity he needs.

He sidles up next to Magnus and grins at him over his drink.]

Come here often?

[burlyboy]

[ Well, there's a new face. Magnus turns, looking Loki over for a moment, then smiles, his mouth only just visible beneath the wooden mask adorning his face, showing off a mouth full of teeth that have seen better days; as is fitting for any fighter, he's missing a few in the back, and he's not without chips here and there. Most people don't tend to come up to him when he's here - he's known as one of the ring's most formidable fighters and his schtick tends towards being as intimidating as possible - but he can never help himself from being friendly when they do. ]

I should be asking you the same, but if you don't know my face by now, then you don't come here often. I'm one of the fighters here. [ He sticks out his hand for Loki to shake. ] I go by Draug 'round here.

01 FINALLY...

[killtime]

[ Andy sympathizes with having the urgent need to be constantly drunk while also having physiology that makes it particularly hard to be constantly drunk. Even though she doesn't work at a bar anymore — long story, the moral of which is you'll lose your job if you punch too many drunk people — she's still at a bar at least every other night. That's where the similarities end though: Andy doesn't own any nice clothes, and the only reason she's even at this high-end place is that Loki is there, and true friendship means putting up with pretentious establishments when the ocassion calls for it.

That doesn't mean she'll dress up though. Her flannel is fraying around the hem, and that shirt is the same one she borrowed (stole) from Rex's closet weeks ago. The jeans have holes at the knees. She also might be sneaking in a pocketknife in her boot. Maybe. Overall, armed and a mess. Like usual. And probably sticking out in this crowd, noticeable a way out before she approaches offer a dry greeting: ]

Please don't tell me this is your usual place.

[notawitch]

[Loki looks her up and down with thinly veiled disdain, but he doesn't say anything because she's a friend and he's so very polite that way.]

I usually prefer something a bit more sophisticated.

[But that's all he's going to say about that.]

Would you prefer somewhere else?

@ thor thundermuscles (age plot)

[babyicicle]

[He's less disoriented than he probably ought to be, finding himself in a place like this. Something tells him not to dwell on that for too long. Maybe it's just survival instinct; his mind instinctively focusing on the things that matter, rather than dithering about the details he can't control.

Still. He probably shouldn't feel used to the place already.

Any related worries, however, go right out of his head when he rounds into the kitchen area to find--his brother, or someone who looks disconcertingly like him.

His hair is crudely shorn. There's something in the way he stands, his posture, that implies exhaustion. Haggardness. His clothes are flimsy and impractical (likely Midgardian, if that's really where they are).

And he's cooking.

The fuck.

Maybe he's more disoriented than he realized, because where Loki might try to feel the situation out before calling attention to himself, his words tumble out before he can stop them.]

What in God's name are you doing?

[thunderriere]

[ "Cooking" is a generous way to describe Thor in the kitchen. Having grown up a prince, he'd rarely have the need to use the palace's grand kitchens; having grown up a warrior meant knowing how hot to burn the fire and how long to cook the meat out in the wilds. Two years of traveling between the stars and fending for himself meant a lot of just throw it in the fire practice, but not a lot of practice with things like oils, or spices, or fucking pans.

So it's actually only with some avian guidance that he's able to successfully not burn down the kitchen: on one counter is enough raw meat to reconstitute about half of a pig; on the stove he's got three different oil pans frying the various cuts, Muninn on one of the handles monitoring the progress; on the other counter is a plate that's meant to be where the cooked meat goes, but instead he and the ravens just eat what's finished straight from the pan anyway, so the dishes remain clean. Good work, Team Thor.

At the sound of the most familiar voice in all of existence — and a tone that's, honestly, not really unusual either — Thor turns casually, Huginn on his blind shoulder, and nearly gives Loki a habitual denial of anything unordinary.

Instead: ]

What happened to your hair?

@ raina

[notawitch]

[Well, then, here he is. A strange bar in a strange city, and while that would apply to pretty much every single bar in Midgard, he's apprehensive about this particular meeting.

Maybe it's because this woman he doesn't know seems to have an interest in him specifically, and while he can be an egotist he's not so much not to recognize red flags.

But there's also no way he wouldn't be able to overpower a solitary human if it came to that, and he's certainly not going to run away in the face of that.

So he goes (in his own form, no less), and orders a fancy drink just so show how at ease he is.

And he waits.]

HELLO. You beat me!

[flowerette]

[ Loki is always an unpredictable entity. There was just as good of a chance of him not showing up here as there was of him being here. But Raina had hoped the meeting would be just intriguing enough for him to show. And as she saunters in through the door, she smirks to herself. Seems it was.

A click of heels brings her to Loki's side and like she had promised, everything is floral about her. From her dress to her perfume to the actual flowers decorating her hair. ]

I hope I wasn't the only one looking forward to this meeting.

[ Raina slyly remarks as she looks over at him. ]

GUESS WHO'S BACK (BACK AGAIN) ANDY'S BACK (TELL A FRIEND)

[killtime]

[ Yeah, so. The Shimmer was some shit that happened. Andy had gone in, suited up and armed to the teeth, ready to defend family to the death as one does — though maybe her bravado meant a little less, considering the badly kept secret that she may or may not be immortal. People have definitely been finding out about that. Two secrets she's kept better than that one: First, her real name. She can count on one hand the number of people that know (with fingers to spare). Second, how old she is exactly. You say immortal around here and people thing you've got a couple centuries under your belt. Which is laughable when she's riding close to 7,000.

The first thing she told Loki when they met. A show of good faith, camaraderie with the guy that agreed with her on stabbing as a gesture of friendship. The second... Well. The second he knows now too. And not just the number. The memories — centuries of them. All the fucking wars. And the rare quiet moments between them. Those moments that she's hoarded close to her chest all these long, painful years. But she got something back for those memories too. Things she isn't sure he wants her to know either.

This might end in a stabbing yet. But a drink is a better place to start any conversation that's bound to be shitty. She doesn't really ask to meet — just migrates between his usual haunts until she finds him. Even dresses a little better than usual, to get past the door. A nice leather jacket, hair up. Even a boot with a hint of a heel. Enough that the bouncer doesn't throw her out, so she can help herself to the seat next to Loki. ]

So. [ Without greeting or preamble: ] We should probably talk.

twelve MILLION years later

[notawitch]

[Well. If this isn't poor timing. Here he was, enjoying a nice drink by himself (in one of the seedier places so he can get properly shitfaced, which is irrelevant to recent events, thank you), and here comes Andy to ruin his little bubble of peace.

Such as it is. He did come here to get shitfaced. And under most circumstances he'd find her arrival pleasant, as she is one of the irritating people he's encountered here--

But these aren't most circumstances, and "talking" is the last thing he'd rather do about any of it. Why can't anyone else see the value of just ignoring uncomfortable topics and pretending they don't exist?

Maybe now he can kind of see where Odin was coming from.

He turns to Andy now, as casually as he can feign, but there's tension in his shoulders and in the way he's tapping absently at the glass of his drink. It isn't at all that he knows her memories; they were certainly a surprise, and more... visceral than he'd expected, but it was not too different from when he'd rifled through the Valkyrie's mind to really put him off guard. There was just... far more of it.

No, it's his own contribution to this mess that he doesn't want to talk about. Even Thor doesn't know the full details of Loki's fall from grace, but this near-stranger does. Hardly important information to anyone but him, but it doesn't sit well, knowing someone has witnessed his greatest shame without his permission. Even if she didn't do it on purpose.

He takes a drink, if only to put something in between them for a moment, like a shield.]

Should we?