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iwouldnttrustme
~Comment with your character or start a thing (which would be easier for me until I get the hang of him)
~Profit!
~Random Scenario Meme here if you need prompting
iwouldnttrustme~Comment with your character or start a thing (which would be easier for me until I get the hang of him)
~Profit!
~Random Scenario Meme here if you need prompting
thor 2 au aw yeah
Date: 2013-11-12 04:10 am (UTC)Yay.
To be fair, she could get that parents could only take so many people crashing in the house at once. Really, she could. Any maybe tasing the first guy that pulled a sword hadn't been the best move. But, all logic be damned, this blew. Jane was getting tenderly tucked into bed by her bad ass new muscle god, and Darcy was busy playing 'how many times can the cup bounce off the magic yellow force field before it explodes' game.
So far? The answer was 153. 153 times. She sighed as the cup/goblet thing bounced back to her for number 154, and, finally, at long last, gave in and actually looked at the man in the cell across from her. The 'as seen during the invasion of New York' man. Thor's own baby brother.
"Hey. Hey. Ever heard of 'I Spy'?"
awww yeaaaah
Date: 2013-11-12 04:47 am (UTC)154 clanks from the cup, however, was testing his patience. It was a thoroughly irritating sound. He didn't quite know what the point of it was either but it was almost a relief that it stopped. At least if she was talking to him, he could get some information as to why she was here.
"I have not," he frowned across from her. "And I am not interested in the games of mortals."
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Date: 2013-11-12 04:54 am (UTC)The sarcasm. It is strong in that question. Because while she's been in this place for all of an hour, she picked up on the fact he'd been there before her. Possibly had been there since a certain someone- aka him- had decided to invade America. So, given she was bored out of her skin already, she was ready to bet everyone else here was one million times beyond that.
"I describe something I can see. You have to be smart enough to guess what it is. That's I Spy."
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Date: 2013-11-12 06:36 am (UTC)"Mortal games simply fail to prove fascinating in any measure." He raised an eyebrow, "And in this case, entirely pointless."
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Date: 2013-11-12 01:23 pm (UTC)With a groan at the mere thought of that, she crossing her arms behind her head and slouching against the wall. No. Keeping the psycho talking sounded way better.
"Even if you get to go first?"
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Date: 2013-11-13 07:15 am (UTC)Loki eyed her a moment and then gave her an amused smirk. Alright, if she wanted to play he would make it impossible to win.
"Very well, a moment," he considered his surroundings. "Is color enough of a descriptor? In which case, your search is for something properly red."
Don't mind how all the furniture and objects laying around his cell suddenly decide to be rainbow colored instead of their proper shades. They also rotated to other colors at random. He made the game more exciting, see?
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:14 pm (UTC)Jane better stop exploding people soon. Or Darcy was going to find a way to get out here and cause an inter-dimensional incident in revenge for having to deal with this place for a whole day.
"So Let's see. Technically doing what you agreed to do to in the dickest way possible."
Another sigh.
"You know, you totally wasted your time with the whole world conquering thing, right? Have you seen America? With that kinda winning personality, we'd have voted you in."
Dark-verse AU thingy
Date: 2013-11-12 04:29 am (UTC)Clint's cure at Natasha's hands had been genuine, in that Clint himself hadn't known that he was as good as a mole, it was also the reason that the former-archer was now blind. Someone, it seemed, had taken offense to a certain remark about arrows and eye sockets and maybe sleeping better at night. It was also why Clint rarely slept well.
The only problem with that particular revenge, or perhaps the best part, was that Clint didn't know it was revenge, as far as he knew, this was the way things had always been.
Right at that particular moment, Clint was perched on the edge of his cot, just waiting, he wasn't sure if Loki was awake yet, and he could tell by the temperature that it wasn't yet time for breakfast, as he was fairly certain that the sun wasn't even entirely up yet.
muhahaha I have to say I never expected to play Loki in this verse. HOW THE WORLD TURNS AMIRITE
Date: 2013-11-12 05:24 am (UTC)None, though, were as special as Clint. There was life in him. So he wove a well crafted lie and embedded it in the man's mind, then let him be free. There was no reason to control someone who thought this was the way the world worked. No reason to control a man that believed his lot in life was to be Loki's pet.
As a precaution, he kept the Avengers as separated as possible though he allowed Clint his visits with the soldier. Only brief ones but he thought they could both use the company considering Captain America's new-found profession.
Loki slept well when he did and for once he didn't take the man to bed with him when he went. Of course, when his eyes fluttered open, a bit earlier than normal, they immediately looked to see if Clint was on his cot and he was pleased to find the answer was yes.
"Good morning," he greeted.
And here I thought I was going to have to con someone else into playing Loki for it! BWAHAHAHA!
Date: 2013-11-12 06:01 am (UTC)"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Clint always asked, because he himself rarely did, and less-so when he'd been remanded to his own bed for the night. This time it had been for something he still wasn't clear on the reasoning of, but he knew better than to argue, at least.
Because of this uncertainty, he also wasn't sure whether he was going to get breakfast or not, if the restless night had been punishment enough, though he wasn't overly concerned, as he'd find out soon enough.
lawl!
Date: 2013-11-12 06:46 am (UTC)His punishments were often arbitrary. This time he simply was too close to the other Avengers for Loki to be comfortable. He wasn't going to tell him that though. The night was enough punishment so he would have breakfast but he wasn't the only one punished. Loki went without on nights like these.
A game then, or at least a choice, which was enough of a game for Loki. They were rarely fair.
"I will allow you to decide whether you have been punished enough," he told him. "I leave the fate of your breakfast in your hands but in order to receive it you must also service me satisfactorily."
Something else he was more than welcome to refuse but it meant no food until dinner.
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Date: 2013-11-12 07:08 am (UTC)Except that he soon found that he didn't have enough information, and so he bit the inside of his cheek just briefly before he asked: "What would satisfy you this morning?" He didn't usually ask first, just gave his yes or no answer, so either he was catching on, or it really was simple curiosity to help him figure out his decision one way or the other.
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Date: 2013-11-13 04:37 am (UTC)Loki raised an eyebrow, "Now what fun would it be if I told you that?"
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-13 06:27 am (UTC)"Is this going to take terribly much longer?" he asked instead.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:40 am (UTC)And at the moment he still wasn't sure what he'd done wrong that had warranted sleeping alone, and therefore didn't know if the punishment for it was over yet.
In either case: it wasn't long before he was folding easily to his knees beside the bed, almost close enough that he'd be leaning against Loki's shins if he shifted his weight sideways (and given the way one of his knees had popped as he'd settled, he was probably resisting the urge to do just that and take a little weight off that ache.)
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:51 am (UTC)He could keep on wondering too because it was unlikely that Loki would tell him. It would just make him second guess every choice he made and that was just fine by Loki.
The god reached out and brushed his fingers through the man's hair. It was as affectionate as he managed to get though it was still likely disconcerting. He didn't care about the man's discomfort.
"What did you have in mind to earn breakfast? I want to hear it before you begin."
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:58 am (UTC)"I don't know." He replied, quietly and figuring that honesty was probably the best course of action at the moment. The second-guessing had already begun, because he knew from experience that just because Loki had reacted favorably to something once didn't mean that he would again.
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Date: 2013-11-13 07:28 am (UTC)He quirked an eyebrow at the admittance. Clint was rarely so comfortable with being honest about these things. Loki was in a good mood though and he did so like his plaything.
"Come onto the bed and we shall decided something."
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Date: 2013-11-13 02:39 pm (UTC)"Alright." He replied to the request, or the permission, whichever it was. He unfolded to his feet again, wincing only a little when his knee popped again and making sure to keep the edge of the bed against his arm, so that he knew right where it was so that he wouldn't overbalance himself and end up on the floor again as he climbed up on it.
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Date: 2013-11-14 06:10 am (UTC)Loki shifted slightly, spreading his legs and gripping Clint's arm firmly to direct him to kneel between them. It was quite the sight; he could appreciate how handsome the mortal was at least. It was a minor factor in his decision to make Clint his personal toy.
"Now, how shall you earn breakfast?"
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Date: 2013-11-14 06:22 am (UTC)For the moment, however, he just settled where he was guided, kneeling on the bed was somewhat more comfortable than kneeling on the floor, and at least now it was easier to tell where Loki was, and one hand settled lightly on his master's knee, edging slowly upward when he wasn't immediately batted away, "I'm sure I'll think of something."
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Date: 2013-11-14 06:54 am (UTC)His attention shifted, however, to one of interest. Loki hated going without but sometimes it was necessary. Clint just needed to make up for it this morning. No problem.
"Mmm..." Loki settled in more comfortably. "I should think so. I am not terribly difficult to please." A lie, but one he believed.
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Date: 2013-11-14 02:53 pm (UTC)There was a twitch of expression at the statement, one that before all of this would have been a wry smile leading to an out-and-out grin. The 'Sure you aren't.' was almost audible, but what he actually said was: "And I'm good at improvising."
His fingers had finally met the edge of the loose tunic that Loki wore to bed -when he wore anything at all- and he toyed with the fabric between his fingertips for a moment before rolling his weight forward a little so that his fingers could continue their trek, slipping beneath the fabric a moment later, finally trailing along the jut of Loki's hip, which was when his other hand started a similar movement on the other side.
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Date: 2014-02-01 11:48 pm (UTC)“Yes, you are,” Loki praised with a nod. He liked it when his pets were happy and he was getting what he wanted. He settled into the bed and made an approving sound as Clint got started. He was going to let him do what he wanted this morning. Loki was just going to lay here and enjoy himself.
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Date: 2014-02-05 12:27 am (UTC)Which was why, fingers curling and uncurling against Loki's hips, kneading there for the time being, he asked: "Hands or mouth?" he'd been reprimanded for trying one when Loki had wanted the other, or both, or for using both when Loki had only wanted one, and at a time when he was already uncertain, he wanted things to be as clear as possible.
Let's go...fight club! (At least she's not a gremlin? >.>)
Date: 2013-11-12 08:23 pm (UTC)The wild, high violin was the only sound from the fighters, and when that died away there was a soft, ominous pattering like rain. Then the watching crowd drew a breath, some cheering, some angry at the loss of their betting.
Did it matter?
She dropped her arms, violin hanging by her knees as she headed, mechanically, for the exit. She wasn't sure how long she'd been here, but she wouldn't put it past most of her family to have sent her here as a punishment. The bodies she stepped over hardly mattered, just cooling obstacles to a shower, string polish, and maybe a meal. People should know better than to get into the ring with her by now.
This is good, yes!
Date: 2013-11-14 07:10 am (UTC)These fights were the perfect recruitment opportunity to find recruits. He needed people without qualms about killing their own kind because if they would kill their own they really wouldn't care about killing anyone else. It was incredibly perfect for him.
She wouldn't hear him approach. He would wait until she was out of the shower and dressed again but he would silently just be there. "I require a moment of your time."
*snickerfit*
Date: 2013-11-14 07:53 am (UTC)...she couldn't hear the angels screaming anymore? It was all just long, and tiring, and she figured when they found someone who could kill her it'd be over.
Granted, she hadn't expected said someone to 'show up' in her little apartment of a cell. There'd been a 'patron' or two who'd tried that route early on but that was several weeks past by now. She let the towel she'd been using to polish her violin with drop when she heard the voice, and she had the bow set to strings before she even bothered turning around. "And I require privacy after a fight," she noted, cold and melodic.
w/e :3
Date: 2013-11-12 09:58 pm (UTC)I had to AU things to get these two in one place.
Date: 2013-11-14 07:27 am (UTC)It was certainly better than sitting around the palace. Of course, he wasn't staying. No, he would just snatch a mortal up and have a bit of fun with them. Nothing terribly permanent just enough to put the fear of god into them. It would be good practice for when he ruled them all.
His footsteps were silent as he made his way down the stairs. He was looking for someone that at least promised a bit of fun. None of the soldiers he passed were remotely close. The deeper he went, the more interesting things became, and they called this science. What nonsense.
He stood and watched, patient as he selected his quarry. The scientist. Yes, that was a great selection. With a quick flick of his hand, the lights went out and he smirked, stepping up behind the man to grab him, tugging him through a hidden gap between the worlds. Heimdall would hardly approve using the Bifrost for this.
Howard would find himself in a dark room. No light to speak of but there is definitely furniture if he tries to move around. "Welcome to the home of the gods."
again, w/e
Date: 2013-11-12 10:15 pm (UTC)