، ֓ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

@trickstergcd    (  . . .  )      [        was   it    normal   to   carry   around   as   many   blades   as   she   did ?     no.   did   she   care ?   also   no.    it   had   been   a   requirement   from   a   young   age   to   equip   herself   with   the   necessary   weapons   she   needed,   not   just   to   kill,   but   to   survive.    that   trait   hadn’t   left   her,   even   after   being   freed   from   the   clutches   of   the   red   room.  years   of   conditioning   didn’t   simply   fall   away   like   leaves   in   the   wind.   if   anything,   freedom   had   only   sharpened   her   instincts.   no   longer   bound   by   orders,   she   had   become   her   own   weapon,   and   her   arsenal   was   simply   an   extension   of   that.
            
                      kalina   rose   her   eyebrow   at   the   god   of   mischief,   sharp   hues   studying   them   for   a   moment,   before   she   let   out  a   chuckle,   one   that   sounded   more   of   amused   disbelief.      ]       I’m   not   going   to   / impale /   myself.    I   am   a   / professional /.   each   one   is   placed  carefully.   they   don’t   go   stabbing   people   by   accident.       [      she   said,   pulling   aside   the   edge   of   her   jacket   just   enough   to   reveal   the   precise,   almost   surgical   placement   of   each   hidden   blade.     ]       
            

as someone that has a pocket dimension full of daggers — trust me , you carry too many . are you not afraid to sit down to fast ? 
            
            @killerwidows ] *

“ as long as it’s charming , “ loki said with a tinge of sarcasm , his nose crinkled as he sniffed the mug set in front of him . coffee was so … abrasive compared to tea . nothing subtle about it . “ drinking this black must be a form of self hatred . “ the god mumbled , a porcelain cream canister was summoned from thin air with a shimmery green hue . it poured into the mug until the color when from black to scarcely even tan and sugar was added for good measure .  “ what’s the occasion for your generosity? “
            
            @sstarkism  ]*

*  he nudged the mug toward loki without a word at first, then sat across from him, elbows on the table.  *  not metaphorical—just... awake, unfortunately. you look like hell, by the way. but in a charming, tragic-royalty sort of way.

are you always so metaphorical this early in the morning ? * loki’s voice was quiet , nimble fingers pinched his nose bridge as he exhaled a shaky breath * i’d prefer tea and spite but coffee will have to do .
            
            @sstarkism  ] *

Certainly not but as of late I am a happy one.

I don't think you're a sane man .

It’s true! 

Instinctively the doctor stood, he couldn't take those words sitting especially not during withdrawal. He looked Loki dead in the eyes and this time he wouldn't be the first to blink. " Is this because of what I said earlier? I've been feeling sentimental all week ... it has nothing to do with you. " Another lie, at least this one was a little whiter than the previous.  " If this is your honesty I'd rather you lie to me. " whatever makes you stay - he continued mentally a change of heart for the doctor. If it were any other day, any other moment, he would have chosen differently. His work, students, his neighborhood, all would have taken priority over his decaying personal life. 
            
             " Stay for dinner then, " Stephen doubled down, deciding free time belonged to the devil. Regardless of if it changed later, this is how he wanted to spend his. If Stephen was better at keeping things light -- so to speak, Loki would break. Here was the attempt. " Wong loves to showcase his skills to someone with actual tastebuds. He's wasted on me. "

he was right . loki wasn't kind enough but he had been made better . stephen contributed to the spirit of generosity that possessed him .  more importantly , he had to hold the line for both of them . loki had never spared himself an inch of pain throughout his immortal life . always learning his lessons the hardest way possible . he'd spare stephen of that . anyone of that .
            
            In response to the sing-song whisper , loki couldn't do much but sigh , " I'm trying to be . " it was a lot harder than he made it look . Especially with everyone constantly testing him at every turn he made . Every corner he was reminded of who he used to be rather than who he was.  " no stephen . " he tore his hands away and stood up , was it weakness that caused his hand to rest on the other's head once more ? to disturb the last remaining ringlets and linger there .
            
            to be fair it was loki's first few years of being the bigger person . to finally be someone people want . someone people / VALUE / ! why was it always wrong when it came to him ? 
            
            " as much as I love to see you beg I prefer your suffering a smidge more , " a falsified smirk spread across his face, the cost of morality was dishonesty. even as he tried his hardest he couldn't help but find himself in situations where lying was for the betterment . never his betterment but a betterment nonetheless . " besides I have prior arrangements . my visit was for wong . "
            
            @DRMYSTlC  ] *

Stephen scoffed, his dark eyebrows furrowing as she jerked his head back. " Not like that, " he lied, his pride not strong enough to break off the little bit of distance they had left. Looking into Loki's eyes was a transformative experience. For something to be so transparently the window to the soul, Stephen could not find Loki's. However, it always felt as though Loki could pinpoint his with impeccable accuracy. Stephen faltered, glancing down at leather-clad knees and the dark wooden panels between them.
            " I'm an old fool. Stay with me, " Stephen's trembling hands released Loki's wrists and slid up to cover his hands. Out of every god he begged mercy from Loki was the most benevolent. The trickster heard every plea, every inquiry, every request, that was his weakness. 
            
            "Stay --" he cooed again, leaning forward as a hum caught in his throat. The pleasant icy feeling returned against his forehead. "You're not kind enough to deny me."

@trickstergcd / / * * FR <3 i just can’t remember if we actually ever spoke 

* ;  OMG TYSMM FOR REMEMBERING ME !! :,] i love seeing ogs still active 
            
            @shiftblame  ] *

/ / * * hi :v omg i've always loved this acc <3 i remember it from 2k19

@trickstergcd   *   me :)

tch. who wouldn’t need ONE pair of dress pants ?? 
            
            @winterdwell  ] *

@trickstergcd   *   because i don't ever need them.

I think dying from breakfast would be slightly funny,  anyways.   But—  we’ll make this quick so you can do my hair!   We’re making French toast or maybe pancakes.  I haven’t decided yet,  I’m indecisive.        *     THE APRONS ARE TAKEN UP,  Thor mutters a soft thanks and fetches the bread and pancake mix from the pantry.  The milk and eggs follows afterwards.  In order to extend his time spent with his brother,  he’d cut up some fruits and cook an omelette of some sort.   The æsir offers a whisk and knife to Loki.   *     PICK YOUR POSION dear brother,  you either cut up our fruits or spend your time whisking away at our mix! 

" that is a possibility . I'd live but that's beside the point. " loki swatted thor's hand away from his hair , protecting the structural integrity ( and outcome ) of his hairstyle. it also produced the opportunity to subtly materialize an apron , strings neatly folding around his waist on their own . " fine . I'll do it after breakfast but you'll have to keep them in for at least an hour or the curls won't set. " loki's matter of fact tone was finally defrosting , " what are we making ? "
            
            @AESIRHEIR  ]*

What’s the worse that could happen?   We both die because of a grease fire?   The kitchen burns down in flames?   We’re both pros,  I think we’ll be brilliant.       [THOR DRAMATICALLY STATES,  taking short strides towards Loki.  A hand reaches out to touch one of the rollers entangled in that mass of his hair.    Maybe Thor should get his own rollers..  they’d look nice in his hair,  probably.]        Anyways,  you will be doing my hair with those rollers.    On another note.  I’ll get the ingredients out,  you should wear an apron!   It’s proper protection.

i could say the same to you anthony . * loki shrugged , resuming where she left off in her book before he found her reading spot . * you’re quite the hardworking avenger considering you’re not the leader . are avenger duties ‘ tony ‘ duties ? 
            
            @fathertomany  ] *

@trickstergcd                           well,     you look creepy.     thought you 'ought to know.      but i'm working on something right now.     avengers duties blah blah blah.

i prefer to roam at night , there’s usually no one to bother me . i won’t hold the intrusion against you . why are you up so late ? 
            
            @fathertomany  ] *

/   this is true

* ; i am ur freak 
            
            @motorinferno  ] *