#allistrange

oh mood

//honestly scott walking into the sanctum and seeing books, artifacts, and ancient shit all over the floor and stephen standing in the middle of the room “damn bitch you live like this?”

it’s the cloak. completely, one hundred percent, no doubt about it. its the only reason Strange finds himself looking up at her.

   he certainly had his moments with the cloak of levitation, the times when it decided where they should go. for example: drag him halfway across the ground, before levitating him several feet in the air obviously for the drama of it all. which that part he doesn’t mind. the part he does is when she goes to lift herself off. the cloak decides to wrap itself around one of her wings to keep her grounded for as long as it could. (hint: it was him who conveyed the idea to ground her that way)

   the part he did not take into consideration was landing himself as gracefully as usual. instead with a poor imitation of the cloak style landing. Stephen opens a portal right in front of her intending to land on his feet like a cat.

   the intent is there but the execution? disagreeable. Stephen ends up biting the dust, his face, his lips, colliding with the top of her shoe. talk about heel fetish.

   well, at least the view looking up wasn’t all that bad.

                              ‘fuck.’

She’s struggling with the cloak still, trying to get it off so she might fly out of here. If there was anyone around here who could overpower her, it was absolutely Stephen, and his goddamned magic, but it seemed his handkerchief had a different plan in mind. But Kee’s struggling comes to an end at the sight of him, splayed out on the ground, mouth squarely on her shoe. She’d be lying if she said she couldn’t appreciate the sight. There was nothing quite like a man kissing her feet when she hasn’t even asked.

“What, right here in front’a everyone?” she asked, and squatted down to get a good look. It left her completely open to the cloak’s antics and any other oncoming trouble, but she was entirely unable to resist the opportunity to gloat.

“I always knew ya liked me, Doc,” she crooned, dropping her voice low and intimate. “But if ya wanted t’ kiss my feet, all ya had t’ do was ask.” She wasn’t dumb enough to reach down and touch him, and risk further danger while her wing was still mangled -- which simultaneously hurt like hell and made things a tad bit awkward, considering the sort of sensitive her wings were.  

 the calm in Stephen’s being as he watches Loki slide down the side of the slanted glass windows – it’s almost cathartic. as far as he’s concerned the Asgardians were supposed to be very far away from Earth, at least this one.

   still, to add insult to injury (he’ll use the excuse ‘im helping’) Stephen starts the process of opening a portal for the Trickster God. dump him right in front of him.

   so it goes – with most things that involve Loki, Stephen is sure in assuming. don’t go as planned. the other must remember his punishing 30 minutes of falling and is fully aware what Stephen has in mind because somehow - somehow the other man uses Stephen’s portal to pull him in. now they’re both falling, Loki looking at him with an expression that challenges him. ‘well, fix this.’

   he does just that. or more the Cloak of Levitation springs to action first. wrapping around his shoulders, flying through the portal before it closes. and if it’s out of some stupid, idiotic instinct. he grabs the God also.

   “let me just ask you this once,” it’s awkward. Loki is as tall as the Sorcerer Supreme, “what the Hell is wrong with you?” Stephen clutches the man to himself, they’re face to face, levitating. a thin line of disapproval all over his features. “if you stab me, i will drop you.” he’s heard too many stories to not be wary about sharp objects around the other.

Many in the past had likened the god of mischief to a cat. He was proud, entitled, beautiful and predatory. He also liked to pretend that nothing undignified could ever happen to him, which meant his current witness had probably been very sensible in keeping Loki under thumb. Annoyed though he was, Loki was consoled by the fact Strange had to go to such trouble to stay a step ahead of him. That, and so far he hadn’t been dropped into another half hour plummet.

He scowled at Strange, remaining still in his grasp, his thoughts spinning through possibilities of the next course of action. Loki was stronger. Depending on this magical cloak’s strength, perhaps he could wrap his arms around the sorcerer and drop them both. Then we’ll see who survives a fall out of the two of us. But he didn’t.

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         The action had clearly taken the trickster by surprise. Brows furrowed deeply, and the Æsir went as still as a board, freezing in the other’s embrace, as the fellow sorcerer leaned forward and pressed his lips against Loki’s own. It was soft, chaste, but MEANINGFUL all the same. 

Loki found himself slowly relaxing into the embrace, his hands coming to rest idly on Stephen’s waist. He could feel the power radiating off of the other sorcerer, feel the way their magick’s seemed to spark and flicker as they came into contact. Pulling away slowly, Loki raised an eyebrow at the mortal, before murmuring. 

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“OH!” what a strange occasion to see hêlêl truly at a loss for words, with fingers burying into the fabric of her dress and wide eyes looking at the sorcerer. she saw much & usually expected twice the amount, but to get kissed as a thanks had not been part of it. all she had done was to help out with some copy of books stored in the vatican’s deepest archives, and she wouldn’t mind doing it again. it was just ... ever since the emerald’s demise she had not felt any lips on her own anymore.

so she couldn’t help but to blush, couldn’t hide the shadows of wings rushing over the walls, before she eventually found her voice once again. now she understood even more, the doctor truly had his charm.

   Devani doesn’t consider herself an alien on a good day, but it’s very hard to ignore when there’s some sort of rift dumping other flying scaled things onto the streets of New York.  She appreciates a decent aerial fight as much as the next dragon, but not when she’s relatively outnumbered.  Spins, ducks and veers to ambush her targets from far greater altitudes than they can apparently reach.  Instinct tells her the gravity is different where they’re from and she can see them straining with a smug look.      She latches onto one, grabbing its feet with hers and dropping.  Grips it’s maw shut with her own and shoves the creature down as she pulls up at the last second, not turning to watch it hit the ground.  Swoops on another from below, tearing into soft underbelly and throwing it into a cluster of its companions.      “You wanna help?” the dragon shouts down at the sorcerer once she spots him, angling her wings to buzz him dangerously low.  “Can you shut down that...whatever that portal thing is?  I can’t block them from the other side.  Who knows what atmosphere their planet has.  If these things are related to me, I will be very pissed off.”