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[ unlike loki, tony did not go on a late night bender and wake up in the morning with a nasty headache. he also didn't make the mortifying discovery that his drunk self went on an emotional texting spree. so unlike the god of mischief, he looks great in comparison. starting a new business has really done wonders for his complexion.

he still hasn't been sleeping much, but having a normal sleep schedule is for the nonworkaholics of the multiverse.

dressed casually in a black hooded jacket and jeans, he slides into the seat opposite loki. ]

Morning. [ this entire situation is weird, isn't it? ] Did you order something to eat yet?

[ He tries to work the Pathetic Mortal Hangover tack and pouts, looking up from under his lashes. ]

I did not. I was awaiting your arrival, to be polite.

[ And starving in the process!! ]

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You didn't have to wait on account of me.

[ he nods toward the menu on the table. ]

Go ahead and order whatever you want.

They teach manners on Asgard. Sometimes.

[ Freyja taught them to Loki specifically, more like. He brings the menu up to pore over, stomach growling as he attempts to ignore it. ]

Three chocolate cinnamon rolls with cream and a berry explosion fruit juice? In large. Oh! [ He spots his one true love!! ] I should like the bacon roll with the ketchup condiment, too! And extra bacon. With melted cheese!

[ ... Glancing up. ]

Please.

[ honestly, he expected him to order more. ]

Sure. [ he motions over a nearby server as he repeats the order to her. adding two cheese danishes and a cup of coffee, he thanks her with an amicable smile before he returns his attention to loki. he didn't come here without reason, so he's just gonna get straight to the point. ]

So, do you want to talk about what happened last night now or after your drink gets here?

Why do you want to talk about it at all? I got drunk, that's nothing new.

[ Sipping his coffee, he tugs his cap down. ]

I didn't intend to text you. If anything, I ought to be congratulated for not texting anyone who actually would have given a shit and made today even more mortifying.

[ Positives!! ]

Yes, that's the problem. You got drunk enough to text me.

[ he splays open his left palm as a holographic screen pops up with loki's drunk ramble on full display. ]

With this. [ he points at it. ] Not what I would call "nothing new", Loki.

[ Where did that screen come from, stupid electric blooded-whatever. He only shies his curious gaze when it hooks on his own babbling text.

I wrote to you because if I wrote to anyone else they would have come over. Your distain is reliable and predictable.

... Is what Loki does not say, no longer being five sheets to the wind. ]

I ... apologise for the inconvenience.

It wasn't an inconvenience, so you don't have to apologize.

[ it was unexpected, but he isn't going to ignore someone who is obviously struggling with some pretty serious issues. ]

You did read what I sent you, right? [ he'll be nice and retract the screen since he already made his point. ]

[ He won't apologise for the next 1000 years so savour whatcha get! ]

You sound like if Odin knew what an email was. Yes, I read it.

[ true. he's sure that there will be no more situations in the foreseeable future where loki will have to apologize to him. absolutely confident in this. ]

And?

[ Green eyes flicker up, peering from under his cap. ]

You don't understand how gods work.

So, explain it to me.

It won't be logical or sensible. You won't like it.

Try me.

[ Pffttt, what a bad idea. ]

You said to be better than the things people say about you. Gods have no history, we are stories.

Did you know that my brother has fought wars that lasted a hundred years, liberated entire realms, and he remembers none of it because the tales never stuck? Centuries are nothing to a god. Over in the blink of an eye ... so, it's as if those things never existed.

[ Loki looks up from his cooling coffee. ]

Stories are just lies, and lies can be anything you can think up if you believe in them hard enough.

That is the byproduct of time though, isn't it? As time passes, most people will be forgotten and, for the ones who manage to make it into history books, they will become the written words of those who have taken it upon themselves to tell their stories.

[ he crosses his hands on top of the table as he leans slightly forward. ]

Even for immortals, memories will become blurred or even lost through the centuries if they aren't recorded. Stories can hold as much truths to them as lies, but they ultimately rely on the perceived speculation of the storyteller. To be defined by these stories is giving the storyteller too much power, isn't it? The perception of you may be external, but that doesn't mean you have to internalize it.

Defining stories is what gives me power, yes, but perception has little to do with it when the lie changes a thing so completely.

[ He doesn't know how to explain other than to reach out and offer up his hand. ]

Feel me. I'm cold, feel it. Because I am ... what? [ Green eyes peer out of Loki's hoodie, mussed hair tangled around his face as he stares intently for an answer. ] Why is my touch unpleasantly cold?

[ did this suddenly turn into a loki laufeyson pop quiz?

he stares at the proffered hand for a moment before he holds up his own. ]

I'll just take your word for it. You're cold. But I assume that has to do with your physiology as a Frost Giant. Correct me if I'm wrong.

I can't believe you're scared to touch me. You're a baby.

[ Huffing, he brings his arm back in and sips his coffee. ]

Yes, one of the Jotnar, but there's another story where I'm a creature of flame who became Odin's blood-brother instead of his son. Why? Why did one story take precedence over the other? Truth is subjective to preference. A living, breathing being is more believable than a ghostly flame, so I am not a floating fire hazard today.

And now what I am is the truth.

Not scared. I just don't find it necessary.

[ he spent almost a year avoiding touching anyone if at all possible, okay? the habit doesn't die just because he's in a whole new world now. ]

So, am I to understand that your existence is dependent on how prevalent a story of you is?

[ maybe he is too logical for this discussion. ]

That's super weird, and yes to the latter. I can't just ...

[ He picks up his coffee cup and declares, ] I am the greatest barista in any world!

[ When nothing happens, he gives Tony a raised brow. ]

I can't be anything irrelevant to who I am, and I am Loki. Do you remember when Thor gave his name to Jane Foster?

It is not "super weird". [ and without missing a beat after loki's little declaration— ] You're weird.

[ honestly, he could use his cup of coffee about now. ]

And no, can't say that I do.

You fly around in metal, you're weirder.

[ The force with which he rolls his eyes could eject them into the next multiverse. ]

Thor became Unworthy, think depression but on a godly scale. The Unworthy cannot wield Mjolnir as its inscription says. His name was not his, for Thor is not a single man. He fights unwaveringly for those in need, his might defends the helpless, etcetera and so on, and so Mjolnir was taken up by one whose heart withstood the legend's call. Jane Foster became Thor, not his proxy, and my brother was the Odinson.

Then when he was worthy again, his titled name returned. [ Loki folds his arms, leaning forward. ] My name is Loki. I am never the same; I am always the same in that. You wanted to know how gods work ...

This is the best explanation I can give, no more.

That isn't weird. That's technology.

[ it's probably best if he doesn't try to rationalize what loki is saying too hard or else they're gonna be here all day.

his logic just makes him naturally argumentative at times. ]

Okay. [ he will try to accept it for what it is. key word being try. ] Thank you for explaining it to me.

[ and thank god the server shows up at that moment with their orders in toll. ]

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