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[ikols]

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.

[voicelog]

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. ]

[ikols]

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?

[voicelog]

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.

[ikols]

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.

[voicelog]

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. ]

[ikols]

Don't thank me for things, that's weird.

[ His gaze snags on Tony's hands amidst food being delivered, drifting back to his face. ]

That's it, "okay"? [ The most sceptical scrutiny. ] I word-vomit and you act like Barton faced with Sudoku?

[voicelog]

Excuse me for having manners.

[ once all the food and drinks have been laid out on the table, he thanks the server before he picks up his coffee. ]

Yep. That's it. [ he shrugs his shoulder. ] I won't say that I entirely understand it, but I can accept it.

[ikols]

You can't out-rationalise me so you won't even try, okay. Got it, milksop.

[ That's such a weedy way of losing a not-argument. A debate! That's the word, it didn't pop up immediately in relation to ... Stark. Wonder why. ]

Alright, explain to me how your suit works. Equivalent exchange, your turn.

[voicelog]

Milksop?

[ real mature, loki.

also he didn't realize this was meant to be a debate. ]

How about no? [ slow coffee sip. ]

[ikols]

It's an insult of the gravest measure.

[ His nose wrinkles, a pout taking over. ]

You're horrendously rude, I hope someone has reminded you of that since last you emerged from your Iron Man-cave.

[voicelog]

Just eat your cinnamon rolls, Loki.

[ iron man-cave. please. ]

[ikols]

I think you'll die wherever you're holed up, then Thor will arrive in timely fashion, or Captain Whupass, and everything will become 'Loki, why did you let Tony Stark die!' and I will stand there with my arms spread asking Those Who Sit Above what I did to deserve this.

[ Munching a cinnamon roll!! ]

[voicelog]

[ he is gonna take a bite of his danish while he listens to his dramatics. ]

I'm pretty sure no one is gonna hold you accountable for what happens to me. Between you and Spidey, he has the greater chance of getting grilled and, yes, that is saying something.

[ikols]

They will though, [ the whining, ] they will blame me and they won't believe me when I insist I did not wish harm to befall you.

[ He lets out a breath, tearing apart his roll into even tinier pieces on his plate. ]

You have me in a constant state of stress!

[voicelog]

Last I checked, I'm not your responsibility. I don't need a chaperone either.

[ he is a grown ass man, loki. he has managed to survive this long without anyone watching over him, so he thinks he'll be fine here. ]

[ikols]

[ Lowkey muttering: ]

... You sort of do.

[voicelog]

[ he heard that. ]

I don't.

[ikols]

We are not friends so I will never lie to you, [ that sure is something to wrap your head around, ] so trust me when I tell you that you are acting like a man terrified of so much as ending up in a newspaper after being literally all over his homeworld's media practically since he was born, and it is sus.

[voicelog]

I'm not terrified, Loki. Publicity doesn't scare me, but that doesn't mean I have to covet or want any part of it when a better alternative is available. Just because I'm not jumping out of my seat for attention doesn't mean there is something wrong with me. I have no choice but to be in the spotlight back home and I've long accepted that facet of my life. The circumstances are different here though. Being splashed all over the covers of newspapers and tabloids based on my every action doesn't serve any purpose for me in this world. It would just be a nuisance to what I'm trying to achieve, so why would I go out of my way to put myself out there?

[ it would be the equivalent of shooting himself in the foot for absolutely no reason. ]

This isn't home. I won't turn a blind eye to injustices, but the problems of this earth aren't mine to shoulder. I can afford the discretion and the privacy here, and I actually enjoy it. [ it's like a rare reprieve — one that he didn't think he would regain after everyone in new amsterdam came to know him because of the aeries. after all, tony absolutely loathes the media disregarding how well he can navigate it. ]

[ikols]

[ Thor wouldn't act this way. Thor would be a hollering heroic type and appreciate the attention from mortals, they helped him enough in the past for him not to shy away from their many uses on the sidelines; Loki knows, he pushed some of them in his brother's way. Tony isn't Thor, not by any means, so hearing him speak so rationally should make a lot of sense. ]

You ...

[ You feel like a tangle of lies. That's not exactly encouraging to say, he doesn't want to run him off. ]

You say this simple life you are leading is what you want, so why do I feel like you are somehow living in the eye of a storm?

[ He's good at reading people, the best in Asgard (save perhaps Heimdall), so Loki doesn't sound conflicted by his assessment. ]

[voicelog]

Take a look at where we are, Loki. We're all living in the eye of a storm right now.

[ it would be weirder if they were all acting well-adjusted. ]

[ikols]

Don't you dramatically one-liner me.

[ Flicking a hunk of cinnamon roll at him. ]

[voicelog]

Now who's being a baby?

[ ☕️ ]

[ikols]

[ Gods, he wants a shower. Loki wants to not be himself as he internally squirms under that blue gaze, flicking through his options. ]

Bathroom break. [ His chair scrapes back. ] Don't touch my buns unless you want the full wrath of two realms upon your head.