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audio, several days later—

[voicelog]

[ there's some static before the feed clicks on. ]

Yep. Hey. Not dead. What's up, Loki?

rUDE TONY

[ikols]

I was about to sail a toaster across a pond and set it alight in your memory.

👉

[voicelog]

I guess I've been kind of absent, huh?

[ he doesn't even sound sorry. in fact, he seems to be in pretty high spirits. ]

[ikols]

Are you high?

[voicelog]

Nope. Not high.

[ikols]

Did you discover a new type of chemical or atom never before seen on an Earth? Why do you sound so ... happy?

[voicelog]

No, I haven't. But now that you've brought it up, I might take a crack at it.

[ he's just messing with him now. ]

Do I sound happy? [ yes, tony. yes you do. ] Good to know.

[ikols]

... I don't for a minute believe you got laid.

[voicelog]

You're right. I haven't gotten laid. Not that it's any of your business.

[ikols]

I'm coming over, sit tight.

[voicelog]

That isn't necessary.

[ikols]

Oh, you're welcome.

[ A green portal burns into existence in Tony's new workshop and Loki hops through, hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he peers around. His horns are off and it looks like he's walking through from his own apartment. ]

Ooo, I like this.

[voicelog]

Augh. Can't you respect a man's need for privacy, Loki?

[ hates when he does that. not gonna take any measures against it though. ]

Or at least use the door.

[ikols]

Your doors are probably booby-trapped to catch gorgeous young godlings, I'm not taking any chances.

[ He tip-taps his nails across desks and surfaces, peering at whatever Tony has left out. His interest is very real, even if he darts a look back at the man like an afterthought. ]

What are you working on?

[voicelog]

I'm working on a lot of things.

[ a lot of things. various community projects, new design concepts for wellness and a sprinkling of personal side projects. ]

You don't have to come and check on me, y'know? I'm doing great. [ and he surprisingly means it (and even looks it). ] So, if you're here out of concern, then I appreciate it and you're free to go on with your day.

[ikols]

I'm here because there's cool shit to look at.

[ BRB time to investigate every project left out, try to unscrew some nuts, t-t-tap the nose of a metal mask. ]

Can I have something?

[ What's this he's picking up? Is it a glove? A tube? Can he shake it oh wait he is. So many pies, so few fingers. ]

[voicelog]

This isn't a museum or a playground for you to run around in.

[ he is gonna pluck whatever loki just took ahold of out of his hand. ]

If you want something, you can help yourself to some doughnuts. [ said doughnuts are in a pink box on top of one of the counters. ]

[ikols]

It kind of is but okay, party-pooper.

[ He hoists himself up to sit on that counter, legs swinging as he takes a doughnut to break apart, munching it piece by piece. T-T-Tap on a keyboard nearby ... ]

Did you turn into a werewolf or a vampire? Or have any other yous arrive? Bunch of me swung through this dimension when the rifts were going wild, apparently the girl got chatty with a bunch of folks. Were you sequestered down here the whole time the world was on fire above?

[voicelog]

No, no and no.

[ something quite significant and pivotal did happen, but he isn't about to bring it up. ]

I wasn't splattered all over the front pages, but I was around. Little hard to ignore when the multiverse's going haywire.

[ikols]

I can't fault you. I fucked off too.

[ He brings his legs up, sitting cross-legged as he picks at his doughnut. ]

Besides, you're never splattered over any pages anymore.

[voicelog]

Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way.

[ it has been nice being away from the spotlight. can't say he misses it. ]

So, [ he rests his arms on top of the counter across from the one loki is currently perched on. ] what's been going on with you?

[ikols]

[ Loki chins a hand, elbow on a knee, and looks about as innocent as can be. If he wasn't, you know, him, it would be a credibly open expression. ]

Living my quiet underground life, like someone else I could mention.

[voicelog]

Really? [ doesn't sound like him. ] A quiet underground life doesn't seem to fit your style.

[ikols]

What is my style, genius?

[voicelog]

[ SHRUGS. ]

Drama. Chaos. Mischief.