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( open ) surrender all your dreams to me tonight

Who: Loki Odinson

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What: Fancy Opening Night
When: May 11th
Where: The Opherium, Central City
Content Warnings: n/a

( i. grand opening — mingle and drinks )

[ welcome to the opherium. open to all metas, provided you’re up to the dress code. so make sure you’re dressed to the gills with your fanciest clothes or you might just be asked to leave. you’re ushered into a grand hall. there are appetizers like shrimp cocktails and little quiches placed on large tables for you to nibble on and champagne glasses being passed around by waiters. located in the middle is a large chocolate fountain for all you dessert lovers (loki. it’s for loki). grab yourself a drink and go hit up a familiar face. ]

( ii. dance dance )

[ and of course, once the mingling and networking is done, the staff come to clear the chairs away and leave plenty of room on the dance floor. the lights go dim, casting soft shadows against the wall. slow waltzes begin to filter through the hall as gently encouragement to go find a partner, maybe hold them close, enjoy a little . . . company and more.

or maybe you just want an excuse to step on someone’s foot. equally valid. in fact, there might be a little magic in the air that tugs you towards someone you want to be with . . . ]

( iii. star gazing )

[ the party is winding down. maybe you’re ready to go back. curl up on bed after a late night with drinks and dancing. or perhaps you’re feeling a touch of wistfulness, a need to seclude yourself after all that jazz. consider then, finding yourself a nice quiet corner on the upper levels of the theatre, where there are some nice balconies for you to collect yourself.

and there are always the stars to keep you company. ]

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He's sad, it's very inconvenient.

[ Mostly because Tony is from a bajillion years ago in the timeline and Loki can't talk to anyone but Stephen about events back home (and Stephen isn't even from the right universe!), phew. ]

I know you aren't his Hawkguy, [ heh, ] but maybe you could point out there are three Lokis running riot in this realm, summoning demons and opening theatres. Make it sound most dire.

Why's he sad?

( tony could join the freaking club on that one. he purses his lips as he listens to loki and then sighs. )

So, you want me to lie to him?

Those aren't lies, you can dress them up a bit though.

[ He necks his champagne then tosses the glass overhead, off the balcony. Tiny little Crash! ]

I don't know, he won't talk to me. [ GESTURING TO HIS HORNS. ] He accepts my doughnuts and coffee and I assume he has continued living, week to week.

And you think he'll talk to me?

( he and tony had been civil and all but they'd never been the best of friends. )

Just because we did the Avengers thing together for awhile? I don't think he'd even accept donuts from me. Unless he was hungry. Or maybe even if he wasn't.

( because he was tony. )

You were all living in Stark Tower or whatever he's been calling it back where I come from, forgive me for not knowing your merry band is so estranged.

[ He still thinks it's weird that they haven't coalesced into a perky little group in this realm, it feels ... like a disconnect. ]

The "Avengers thing", that's incredible. [ Laughing softly, Loki leans back further on the balcony and turns his face up to the sky. ] Do you truly dislike them so much?

[ ... Soft hic. Oops. ]

What? No, I don't dislike them. We had our differences but I don't dislike them or anything.

( they'd been his family when he couldn't be with his family. some of them saw him more than his own family.

he takes a breath and then blows it out. )

We're not estranged. A lot of crap's happened recently. I don't even know where Tony's come from.

My world, Earth-616. He's my Tony. [ Pausing, he amends, ] You know what I mean.

[ Loki coughs into a fist to try and get over his hiccups, scooting closer on the balcony until his arm brushes Clint's. ]

I have a spell to find out your universal designation, if you like.

My universal designation?

( loki's closeness and those words make him straighten up, a reaction leftover from the past, he's sure, but he doesn't flinch or step away. )

What's that even mean?

There's a whole multiverse of worlds out there, tons of Earths. I've been to a lot of them. Each universe has a designation, it's born with it or applied by its inhabitants.

[ Nudge, nudge! So tense. ]

I can tell you from which Earth you hail if you but let me cast my spell. We don't have to do it now, it leaves most people feeling nauseated. Some other time though, hm?

Some other time unless you wanna drag my nauseous ass home because you cast a spell on me.

( give him a little time before he let's anyone do that, okay. he appreciates you being willing to wait, loki. )

How many Earths you think you've been to?

Haven't tried counting. There's one with dominatrixes out to murder everyone who passes through, latex masks over their eyes and everything. Monsters, actually. That's intense.

Then there's the world where everyone turned each country into an extension of New York and painted the moon with an "I heart NY".

I don't know if the dominatrix one or the one where everything's connected to New York are worse.

( no, he's decided, it's the dominatrix one. he makes a face. )

That ever get to be too much? Going from one universe to another? I think my brain would explode.

I do it a lot. Comes with being me.

[ Loki rubs his arms as they fold on the balcony and looks up at the night sky. Lots of worlds out there. ]

It's nice to go home at the end of it, though.

Better you than me. I don't think I'd survive it.

( he's too human for something like this. even a few trips to various universes gives him a constant headache. he doesn't know how loki does it. )

Home's where the heart is, isn't it? That's the saying.

A heart makes a home, I've found.

[ After a moment he slides Clint a Look. ]

Getting deep and it isn't even eleven PM.

Hey, we can talk about something stupid, if you want.

( because talk of home and everything related to it? that's not something he really wants to visit right now. he doesn't know if he's emotionally ready for too much thought about that. )

You like cheese? I like cheese.

( they could talk about cheese. )

I do like cheese. I especially like it when chipolatas in cheesy pastry look like fingers, but you didn't hear that from me.

[ He slides him a sly look, conspiring mischief in the twinkle of his eye. Don't go to the buffet for a while, that may have been a veiled warning. ]

You like it when the cheese looks like fingers?

( loki, what. what? )

Do I even wanna ask why?

I'm too drunk to answer that with any degree of logic.

[ Laughing, he starts giggling uncontrollably and has to cover his face. ]

Oh, nooo ...

Yeah, I'd say you're pretty drunk. It's almost impressive.

( he'd give you a round of applause if he didn't think loki would just start clapping uncontrollably and maybe fall down. )

You gonna be able to get home without falling into a ditch or something?

Are you offering to help me get home?

[ The waggliest brows of possibly the giggliest Loki ever. ]

Don't waggle your eyebrows at me.

( he doesn't even know what to do with you, loki. )

If you need someone to get you home, yeah, I can do it, if you promise not to waggle your eyebrows at me.

I do what I want, Clint Barton.

[ He leans on him, happy and drunk as he stares off at the stars. ]

Make sure I don't fall off the balcony for the next ten minutes. Vibe with me.

( loki. )

I don't know how to vibe.

( he's old and unhip. he has no idea what vibing even means. )

Do you want me to just stand here?

.... Yeah, that's how vibing works. Essentially.

[ Just gonna nap on Clint's shoulder. Thanks, hawkbud. When he's sober, Loki will do you a favour in kind. ]

Edited 2022-05-29 11:00 (UTC)

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