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[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.

[ikols]

[ Loki blinks, watching him steadily. He can be those things (very easily), so with a tilt of his chin toward Tony he asks, ]

But you'll offer me doughnuts and let me sit on your desk because my horns aren't two feet off my head?

[voicelog]

I'm offering you doughnuts and letting you sit on my desk because you aren't a bad kid. Nosy and a little annoying, but not bad.

[ he's had worse company. ]

[ikols]

Kid?

[ He unfurls, sitting upright. Swings his legs free and hops down, taking slow, measured steps toward Tony's desk, no one to be well-behaved for anymore (so long, Peter) making him more reckless with how much he can get away with, especially with Tony. Seeing how far he can push Stark has only been curtailed by the soft heart that told him Don't piss him off for no reason, come help me make dinner. And he is gone. ]

I'm so bored, you have no idea. Flies on the brain, they're never still, I don't even know .... what I'm going to do.

[ Coming to a halt, he shrugs to mirror the way Tony did it to him. His eyes stay unblinking. ]

[voicelog]

[ he watches him slink over with a slight arch to his brow. right. loki doesn't like being called a kid. ]

If you have so much free time on your hands, [ he regards him with an unperturbed smile. ] I have some volunteer work you can help me out with. Should help with some of those flies. [ he gives his temple an indicative tap. ]

[ikols]

Volunteer?

[ It's a dirty word. ]

[voicelog]

Yep. Volunteer work. You know, that thing you do when you freely offer up your skills to perform services for the community out of the kindness and generosity of your heart. I'm sure it's right up your alley.

[ he's a real comic, this one. ]

[ikols]

[ What a patronising asshole. Loki gives it some thought, deciding, ]

If Squirrel Girl does it, I could be convinced.

[voicelog]

Sure. I'll shoot her a text.

[ so that at least one more person on this earth will know that he isn't actually dead in an alley somewhere. ]

[ikols]

Why do you have her number? You're like two dozen years older than her.

[ Snerk. ]