Apr 6, 2021
Variant!Loki has a bit of a mess to clean up in New York...
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Variant!Loki has a bit of a mess to clean up in New York...
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Restrained 13
13. Stuck in an elevator
It was almost like they had planned this, Wilson and whomever it was that he was working with; Stark, or Barton most likely. Loki shot a glance at him as the lights dimmed and flickered, and the elevator ground to a halt.
In any other situation, he'd just disappear - 'apparate' as Darcy kept saying, but that required at least a little knowledge of one's current position, and not to be in a sealed envelope like this.
"I'm going to assume this is your fault."
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“And what in the Nine is this supposed to be?” He glared at the doodle on his arm. He was already plotting his revenge, for as soon as she let go of the marker.
"Words, words, words... is that all your mouth is good on, my love? "
“I’m called Silvertongue for a reason, sweetling, if you wish to confirm it for yourself, you know what to do.”
[text] So how do you feel about babysitting? [text] And by babysitting, I mean looking after me. [text] I think I have the flu and James had to go on a mission. Honestly Annie is less helpless than I am rn idk how to look after a baby without infecting her or making myself worse 😭😭😭
[text] I'm not averse.
[text] Do you have everything you need there, or shall I bring supplies?
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Are you actually planning on murdering the Hawaiian witch, or are you going to let her do it herself?
“Oh, she’s more than capable of getting herself into a terminal situation without my help. She is an insect to me; small, annoying, but ultimately insignificant.”
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Loki’s breath inward was pained and rattling, and his breath out was a groan. His eyes drifted open, catching sight of the familiar faces in the corner of his eye.
“Damn...” It came out as a wheeze. His chest seared. “Damn you... damn you all.”
@brooklynislandgirl
What did you give an alien god whom you were pretty sure hated the very sight of you and wanted nothing more than for you to go away? She hadn’t been sure. But when she saw it, she knew, that it somehow already belonged to him. She took it home. She didn’t exactly want to go back to Stark Tower, and the lift down was as terrible as it had been the first time. She couldn’t even be sure he was ‘home’. She left the small black box on the table, a tiny note. “Loki Nökkvé, something to keep your long watches by. ~Beth”
The beads were ancient, even by Asgardian standards, centuries of stories in each one. It was for grounding, for meditation, for strangling someone if he liked. She was pretty sure he’d just throw them away.
Loki hadn’t been far, only downstairs in the gym and swimming pool Stark had hidden away in the lower reaches of the Tower, one of the few places he was permitted to go within the confines of his bar-less prison. He had, however, managed to miss her visit entirely.
He noticed the new arrival in his room almost immediately however, though he was careful to wait until he was clean, dry and dressed before paying it any mind, in case there was something unpleasant inside.
Opening the box, the beads in their loop spilled onto his hand, dangling between his fingers as he brought them up to the light. Considering the note, he huffed a little in neutral surprise, and brought both over to his little writing desk.
Beth,
For the gift, my thanks, though the skull motif is far more my daughter’s than mine. I assume they ought to be twiddled and counted, or words said over them. Regardless, I am surprised at their quality of truth.
I remain, etc.
LF
Folding the return note into the rough shape of a bird, he be-spelled it, and posted through the small opening portion of his window, fluttering down and away into the afternoon towards its intended recipient.