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    “I…” Peter was paused as the other intervened to try and stop him from just running off, and he was struggling to grasp at the concern coming from the other. It wasn’t something he was used to. Hell, he wasn’t used to having these kind of feelings to begin with, and looked back at the other with his tear-streaked face. “I don’t want to bother you with my stuff… I don’t think a God wants to deal with some boring human stuff, right?” He was trying to joke about it, wondering if the other was even in the mood for that, which he seemed to somewhat be. Peter shrugged at the mention of Vision, and felt a bit of the weight off of his shoulders as he thought about the cape-wearing android. “Oh, god, yeah. That guy gives me the creeps…” | @princeoftrickery​ |

Loki flashed a smile at the joke, sad as Peter looked while delivering it (seriously, this was way beyond puppy-dog eyes). Fortunately, his strategy seemed to have worked, meaning that this was the part where he got serious again, probably. “Once I saw him trying to have a conversation with the refrigerator...” Okay, serious time starting now.

“I don’t mind it, though. I mean...it must be tough being the only kid around here. Cap is great, but he isn’t exactly...in touch with the youth. I, on the other hand, have used the internet tons.” He remarked, rather proudly. It was not consciously that his expression finally fell somber, something more sincere and almost hesitant. “And I mean...I know what it’s like, having nightmares all the time. It’s harder when you’re this age. You can’t just run and hide in big brother’s room. Or--er, your father’s. Or whatever.” Hm, death sounds grand right about now.

    “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” He didn’t really know what to say, and he felt like such an idiot for disturbing someone’s peace over his childish problems. He should have just tried to suck all of his problems up, and get over them by himself. But he didn’t know what had brought him out here, what had really set him off enough to just break down pretty much in the center of the kitchen area of the headquarters. He kept his head down as he turned to head off back towards his room. “Sorry to bother you, but I’ll just go now. I– I need to study.” He felt completely cold inside, like his body couldn’t process what his mind was going through. It was all traumatic instances that he should be able to soldier through, but the boy couldn’t just let them go. | @princeoftrickery​ |

"Oh...” Right, study, on summer vacation. Loki knew that it was a lie, anyone would have, and he knew that the thing to do was to let him walk away and deal with it in privacy. So why was he walking towards the back of Peter’s head and not towards the pantry?

“Wait, Peter.” He sped up his stride, falling in next to the boy. “You can talk to me, you know. I may have come from Loki, but I carry none of his memories, so I’m basically just like any other teenager! Whose brother has a magic hammer...” Great, this is going great. “I mean, if you want, I can at least....be there. Nobody wants to be alone. Well, except for Vision, but he’s weird.” 

Peter was trying his hardest to get over whatever this was, and his mind was racing with thoughts he didn’t want to have. There were flashes of so many things, memories, fake or real, nightmares or dreams; It didn’t matter to a mind that was fluttering with a crazed sort of emotion, erratic. He was standing at the counter, head in his hands, trying to calm himself down. These flashes were getting worse, and he was seeing the dead, imaginations or real happenings of his past, the boy was a complete mess. He had been trying to sleep it all off, but they were only worsened by those attempts. Now, he was standing here, unable to stop the trembling shakes and his loud sniffling. The voice behind him suddenly snapped him into trying to cover all of this up, and he turned partially with a slight wave towards the other. “Ah-! Oh!! Um….. No, uh… Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would show up here. It’s, um, kinda late?? You’re up pretty late, huh???” | @princeoftrickery |

“Yes, pretty late...” He repeated, still a bit dumbfounded to have walked in on this scene in the Avenger’s kitchen of all places. He doubted that Peter had just gotten yelled at for taking from the cookie jar, and at this time of night there was only one truly obvious scenario.

“Didn’t sleep well? Or did you see the fat-free chocolate cookies. I know, who would think that’s a good idea?” Yes, make a joke. Isn’t that was Midgardians did, make light of things at inappropriate times? Loki wasn’t exactly used to comforting anyone. Usually he was the cause of their tears.

He was hungry, and the kitchen was stocked with a wonderful array of Midgardian snacks. Sure Asgard had magic, but did they have poptarts? Yet he hadn’t even gotten through the living room before stopping dead in his tracks. It was hard to tell who stood leaning against the counter with their face in their hand, but the science pun on his shirt kind of gave it away.

     “Er...Peter? Don’t tell me somebody ate all the poptarts...”

A FACT ABOUT YOU THAT IS NOT ON YOUR “ABOUT THE MUN” PAGE I don’t have a mun page but hello I’m Cori and I love villains and am in 7003959394 fandoms.

A FACT ABOUT YOUR MUSE THAT IS NOT ON THEIR “ABOUT THE MUSE” PAGE I don’t know what to say that most people don’t already know about Loki, be it from the comics or the movies (and I do have a verse page talking about all of the above, but no about page). Did you guys know...that ODIN ISN’T HIS REAL FATHER? #Spoilers.

A WAY THAT YOU AND YOUR MUSE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON: I am sort of a mischievous dick (though ofc I can’t hold a candle to the GOD of mischief). Also dark hair and green eyes?? Introverted, prone to jealousy, prone to feeling inadequate, kinda selfish...lot’s of positive traits here haha. Clever, there we go.

A WAY THAT YOU AND YOUR MUSE ARE COMPLETE POLAR OPPOSITES: Shockingly I have no intention of committing mass genocide, taking over any thrones, or harming my brother (who, consequently, doesn’t exist).

ONE MAJOR PET PEEVE OF YOURS (DOESN’T HAVE TO BE RP RELATED): RP-Related, people announcing short absences for mundane things (going out to dinner/cleaning their room). I get it but the idea of it stresses me out haha. Non-RP related uhhh...people saying/typing things COMPLETELY out of context so that you have to ask for elaboration frequently.

Quite literally just five minutes into taking a break, going off to grab some more sugar for tea, and actually getting a gift for the boy he was tasked with watching. Doctor Strange found himself at odds with something even stranger than his own name, as he passed in through the door. The bag he was holding immediately dropped, and gloved hands already working their way into producing something whip-like. It’s golden self wrapped around the monster, while he simultaneously opened a portal and whisked the damn beast away with one swoop. Sighs. Tries to gather himself enough so as to not yell, but that was just barely contained as he stomped forward with carefully chosen words that were absolutely not filled with bristling anger.    “Just what in the hell were you doing?! You could have gotten yourself killed, you know that?! Even for a Godling, that is possible! Actually, quite possible for someone not used to his own skills, and in need of great training to hone all of that in!?! I was gone for not that long of a stretch, and you’re already back to trying to destroy something like New York again, are you??! Seriously, Loki?! What were you THINKING!!” | @princeoftrickery​ |

He had the perfect one-liner, ready to go. It was so perfect that even Tony would have approved, even despite how little he seemed to approve of Loki’s general existence in any form. After all, the set-up was almost comical: ‘I go away for five minutes, and you summon a transdimensional beast into my living room!’. Comedy gold.

Of course Loki felt bad, he had done something he shouldn’t have. He had made a mess of things, and of course the deepest trouble was the last to surface. He had breached Strange’s trust, something hard to gain as anyone, let alone as the God of Mischief. But the boy could have handled all of it, and probably with a good degree of snark and/or sass, had it not been for that one single comment. One he had heard from almost every mouth that had cursed him thus far (which was a lot of mouths, by the way).

     “I...”

His mouth gaped open, then shut as his gaze dropped to his feet. It wasn’t me, that wasn’t me! He thought it desperately, and yet Loki knew what everyone thought when they heard it. More excuses, more lies from the lie-smith. No one would ever trust him completely, that was becoming more apparent with each passing day on Midgard. The boy swallowed hard, but his eyes stung and his vision blurred and he was determined to show only the top of his head to Strange (maybe he could make a run for it?)

     “I’m...sorry...”

His voice was a pathetic waver, and he couldn’t manage another word because ugh he was crying in front of mister important sorcerer that Thor had begged to take Loki under his wing for a bit, just until things simmered down in Asgard. And just like every other arrangement, it was only a reminder of how poorly he was regarded in either realm.

Dr. Strange did, however, probably mind that his library was now covered in goo and debris. Not to mention the giant creature gurgling unintelligible noises as it tried to grab at the boy with the frighteningly emaciated limbs that stuck out from a monstrously gelatinous body. But Loki could handle it. He had brought this problem on and he would resolve it on his own---

Was that the door?

     “HELP!!”

T’challa’s gaze was focused now on the visible figure ahead, and it was becoming clearer the sharp image of this gleeful man. He would be a fool in thinking that this was true happiness on the other’s face, for there was a secret twist that gave him a bit of uneasiness in his gut from the look of it.    “…No, I never had the chance to meet him, but have heard the stories. You… must be Loki. The one who terrorized this world once. What business do you have here?” He knows I am the Black Panther. That’s a little unsettling. So, he’s kept an eye on this world, after all. He was keeping his distance, for he didn’t know what someone like Thor’s famed brother was really like. To bring about the destruction of so much, I can’t imagine… | @princeoftrickery​ |

     “Well met, T’Challa.” 

Despite having had contact with the Avengers, the Black Panther hadn’t seemed all that interested in joining them, and Loki had wondered how much he knew of the events in New York. Slowly, Loki stalked forward, beginning to circle the other. His hands were folded neatly behind his back and there was no visible weapon at his disposal, but that was never a guarantee with the illusionist.

“Ah, right down to business, is it? Well, I just happen to have landed here on this very remote part of the Earth and I find it a lucky coincidence considering what you have housed here. A certain weapon.” 

He stopped, tilting his head and adopting an expression of false concern. “Sorry, that’s rude isn’t it. It’s a person after all. Good ol’ Cap would surely take offense, but he’s not here is he? Curious that you would do him a favor, the rogue Avenger, after you publicly endorsed the very accords he forsook.”

The time for partying and celebrating the flourishing country of Wakanda was great and all, but even their leader knew when time must be given for other assignments. A disturbance in the nearby forests were one that he felt to investigate, and so he suited up and traversed to the particular spot where their sensors had picked up something odd. It was some sort of anomaly, and T’Challa wasn’t about to let this get noticed by the hands of Stark and the other Governments outside their zones. Jumping from tree to treetop, he settled at the outskirts of some massive clearing and found a place that was where the anomaly was last seen. As he neared the center, it seemed like something more of a deep underground cave was there, and layers upon layers of tunnels that never ended. Curiously, he went on in, and was surprised to find that there was way too much room down here, as though it were done by the machinery of man, walls perfectly chipped away.  Could this have been from a fallen ship?? But it’s so deep?… Kneels down to examine a spot closer, gloved fingers tracing along the clearly heated edges of one part of the wall. His touch alone caused a reaction, and the wall lit up with a pulsing sort of energy that faded as soon as it showed. This light streaked down the tunnel, showing more and more of the entrances and other parts of the tunnel system. That was when he thought he saw a glimpse of some figure. Stands immediately, and his senses were already on high alert.     “Who goes there?” | @princeoftrickery |

Loki remembered his youth in Asgard, where being Prince meant access to many thing the general public could only dream of. The best weapons, the finest horses, and the service of Heimdell should you need to travel further than the confines of the realm. Now he had been reduced to tricking his way on board stray vessels, trying to keep himself busy off of Earth. Yet after a betrayal gone awry he had been ejected in a small escape ship towards that very planet. 

A cave was not very telling of his location, but a human certainly would be. Bathed in shadow, Loki observed the newcomer, slowly realizing just who it was. Yes, he had kept up with Earth’s affairs...particularly those surrounding the Avengers. He knew the guise of the Prince of Wakanda well from the time of the so called ‘civil war’.

     “Black Panther.”

The voice observed slyly, and it was no surprise to see Loki smirking as he emerged into the light. His bright eyes studied the man’s masked form, circling him slowly wit his hands folded behind his back.

     “I do wonder if you know who I am. I don’t       believe you ever met my brother. Thor.”

He could have put on a guise, an act of innocence and ignorance. But why? There was even a chance that T’Challa did know of him, and if not...well, Loki was afraid of no mortal. He had no reason to play it safe, not here.

The door immediately opens when the knocks finished and those words were spoken, Strange just simply was not having it today. There obviously had been so much going on, and he had heard of the devastating events that surrounded those two Gods he had let out of his sight. So, there simply wasn’t enough time to kick around the can here, and he kept himself turned away when the other finally entered. A sigh leaving him, cloak hovering and keeping him in the air as he was trying to meditate here. Though, any of that was thrown right out the window the second this one stepped into his lavishly decorated pad. “If you’re going to ask something, then just do it already. I’ve already gotten plenty of requests from your brother, and of Tony Stark, so… I’m not exactly a man that enjoys dealing with too many parties, understand? I may, or may not, have the appropriate patience to deal with the God of Mischief…” | @princeoftrickery​ |

The smile at his lips was one of pure amusement, for nothing could bring Loki so much joy as the misery of one who had caused him misery (no matter how slight). He entered, glad to be invited in and allowed to take in his surroundings this time. Eyes meandered over the various artifacts, committing them to memory just in case. After all, ‘just in case’ had gotten him out of more binds than he could count.

“It’s not an uncommon sentiment, I’m afraid, and I don’t quite understand it. I always thought myself to be rather charming company.” If Strange had expected Loki to cater to his impatience, he was in for a rude awakening (but he surely must have expected it). 

“Well, if you aren’t too busy floating about, perhaps we could have a word in private.” His eyes traveled pointedly around the cavernous main hall. “Though it doesn’t seem as though you have any company. Staff, friends, lovers---How lonely!”

Thor had about enough time to think and ponder on what their next course would be, and he was growing restless with rebuilding what was lost. To start over was something he had helped in, and yet even Kings needed time to relax. His sort of relaxation was by taking himself and his brother off to another world, and of course it was for some needed supplies. This was definitely not an excuse to get himself into trouble, and go on some more wild adventures with his sibling. No, of course not!!! Looks over once they stepped off their ship, borrowed from Tony Stark himself, and he smirks as the scent of the forest was so clearly around them. “This should be fun. I’ve heard of energy crystals somewhere in these lands that may be of use to us back on Earth.” | @princeoftrickery |

Leave it to Thor to grow bored with the throne, though he imagined that Odin was much the same in his youth. Thirsting for adventure, unable to idly watch as the kingdom moved on in clockwork precision (and monotony). Loki had expected a hunt, perhaps, or the ordering of a tournament. What he hadn’t expected was to be asked on a mission with Thor, alone. 

His brother may have grown wiser, but he was still a fool, so eager to ignore every sign of danger and pray that this time, Loki would prove him wrong. Admittedly, the trickster couldn’t deny the scent--not of the forest but of nostalgia. Of times long past where the two had gone off to complete great tasks, Thor armed with sword (or later, Mjolnir) and Loki with his magic and cunning. Together they had been unstoppable, so long as they did work together.

“Yes, but if that’s so then I’d imagine they’re currently of use to someone here.” He mused, wondering how developed this planet was outside of the isolated forest. “Is there no civilization nearby, or did you just think that it would be fun to take a camping trip?”

He knocked. That was the polite thing to do and considering that he could very well be attacked or at least restrained on sight, Loki was going to make sure to put forth every appearance of being cooperative. It was a habit ingrained in him by now and despite how insincere his intentions may be, he could put on a convincing show. He wasn’t called the lie-smith for nothing.

     “Anybody home?”

The grinning clown found it entertaining with the way the boy was being gripped by his fear, and it was glad that the fear was him himself. When his balloon popped, blood oozed and exploded out onto the bedsheets and floor. The clown looked sad, mocking of course, and he dropped the remaining string to mix in with the bloody pool.     “Aw no! You popped my balloon! How else am I going to do great      parlor tricks, and surprise more kids!! Who’s gonna eat the cake      and candy, if they haven’t their fun balloons to play with??      What a boring time!” Then his grin was back, and he saw the other already making his move to get away, but the door slammed shut in his face, and the clown’s laughter filled the space. Where the blood had pooled on the sheets, it started to simmer and boil as if it were too hot. The bed then ripped apart in the middle, and made a space for him to walk through. Those eyes looking more feral by the second, and even started to look a little odd as one was partially looking off to the side. He was thrilled to have this child to himself.      “You wouldn’t want to leave me alone, would ya? I was a sad clown, but       now I’m happy! Happy you are here with me…” | @princeoftrickery​ |

Okay, no spiders. It was much worse. Loki wasn’t exactly afraid of blood, but neither did he welcome it covering most of the visible surface of his room. It was grotesquely out of place against the cleanliness of the furnishings, and the boy’s stomach lurched at the sight.

     “I’m not sure, why don’t you go ask them!”

He responded, as he frantically made for the door. Against all common sense, he looked back (you never look back) and saw the blood simmering just before the bed seemingly dissolved in two like some disgusting, festering sore. With a silent heave, Loki turned from the advancing menace and tried the doorknob. His heart was hammering against his chest, and if the door didn’t open he was set to use everything from magic to his fists (which admittedly weren’t going to do much, but didn’t adrenaline do something?).