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Loki Laufeyson, according to Tumblr tags

  ‘tis with thoroughly SUDDEN intent and a flare of surprise that contracted pupils fasten to the other, dark centers nigh swallowed by metallic hues which swiftly observe the ensnared & ancient gem. blinking, CRAVING; a froth of laughter is urging abruptly behind his lips, stifled by a MERCILESS smile. indeed, such boldness and ambition had not been anticipated where Silver presumed apathy at best to reside for such base things as demolition and chaos, confessed as much while graceful limbs UNFURL from his shady perch.

    ❛ my, Sim, I hadn’t known your interests were so depraved.❜

  his palms ITCH as unfaltering strides advance him, and errantly he soothes them against the metal staff, a savory inhale drawn from the humming power beneath gliding fingertips. INSISTING their spidery grasp around Sim’s own wrist, towing forward, entreating poisonous breath against the hollow of his dear twin’s ear —

        the swiftness with which silver rises and the sudden deranged interest glinting like         light over shattered glass is enough to set his teeth on edge. he will not yet call it         fear, but certainly wariness. the sceptre’s influence subtly influences the inherent         possessiveness lurking within his psyche and his fingers tighten around the staff         reflexively.

     ❝ i enjoy the element of SURPRISE, ❞ he offers with a shrug of nonchalance, yet he is         anything but relaxed. there is too much interest honed within those unnatural silver         eyes, hungry and covetous as they fixate upon HIS prize. muscles grow taut beneath         those grasping fingers, jawline rippling with tension. TOO CLOSE ! not only to his         own moon-kissed skin, but to the gem, the cerulean glow beckoning him to violence         and glory.

“We do have stories with magic, but none of them are true. They are considered fiction, the magic metaphors for other things.” Mauling over the idea of it, Adam stopped in his tracks, close to the entrance of the room where they had come in from. He’d had an unsettling feeling about it since they’d arrived. But he wouldn’t question it. It had to be paranoia. Or maybe he would test it, later, when Loki was asleep. “I wonder..Do you think the possibility of magic being mentioned in Earth’s fiction derives from your people visiting our realm?”

Loki’s eyes tracked the pacing of his new companion, sharp and alert. There was always something predatory about his gaze--not necessarily that of a predator on the hunt, but a fierce creature backed into a corner and prepared to fight its way out at any cost. Wounded, he would still prevail and if not, then death would be an apt price for freedom.