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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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Is it?

[ loki leans against the stone railing. he likes parties. he likes celebrations. he likes the theatre, the arts. he likes to be this, charming, entertaining host, full of charm and jokes.

he wants, he wants. always with the wanting. ]

I suppose I am enjoying my third chance at it.

[ 'Is it?' Weird question. ]

The way I figure it is whatever happens, the living part means you can still try to figure out how to do what you want.

[ A pause. ]

Or be what you want. I've always had to pull double time on that one. [ For more reasons than one. ] It's still a work in progress. But I think I'm getting there.

Coming back felt like a fresh start.

[ A pause. ]

After some stuff that made me feel like I didn't have a say.

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[ he waves a flippant hand. ]

That sort of . . . "stuff" will always be around. And I'm not keen on fresh starts. It always feels like all or nothing. I rather keep my past, ugly and bruised, than to pretend it never existed.

But I recognize my own agency as well. Moving forward is natural.

I don't mean pretending it doesn't exist. Just...

Agency. Yeah.

[ He nods his head in a slow little surfer's nod. ]

[ "Agency" is not a word he uses much but it's a good one for this. ]

For me, it was like a forced pause. It gave me a second to get out of my own head, you know? When I was lodged pretty deep in there.

After I died and came back, I guess I just realized I had more choice than I thought.

[ He briefly looks over at the other man curiously, wondering about his "ugly and bruised" past, but is far too polite to ask, and he looks back out from the balcony instead. ]

Dying would do that.

[ of course loki lost more than simply his life. his voice goes a little wry. ]

Like a wake up call.

Yeah. A wake up call.

[ He turns to look at Loki again. ]

I'm Kon-El, by the way. [ He holds up a hand to shake. ] My friends call me Kon.

[ loki glances at the hand momentarily before shaking it. he feels cool to the touch. ]

I am Loki. Odinson.

[ Kon's is just on this side of slightly unnaturally warm. The Supers have a very close relationship with the sun. ]

[ Kon squints. ]

[ Loki could just be someone's parents really liking their mythology buuuut... ]

Parents were mythology nerds or are you the actual god?

I'm surprised you didn't know.

[ since the lokis are . . . around. ]

I am the Loki. One of them, at any rate. There are two others.

I'm pretty new. I haven't met a lot of people yet.

[ That's a lot of Lokis. ]

You're supposed to be like a trickster, right? I don't know a lot about Norse mythology. I know a lot more about Greek gods, mostly against my will.

My ex is a demigoddess. Her grandpa is Zeus.

[ Shocking that Zeus'd have lots of descendants around, isn't it? Just shocking. ]

[ ah, zeus. his lip curls a little. ]

I am the God of Mischief. A trickster, yes.

How's that working for you?

[ It's an actually earnest question, not a sarcastic one. He has no idea what it's like to be a good (just fairly powerful) let alone being the god of a thing. ]

It sounds like something where it's easy to get typecast.

It happens.

[ to his chagrin, many times over. now he's more calm about the whole thing. ]

But it is mine still.

It's not a bad thing to know who you are. Or at least what you are. [ He taps his chest, at the symbol that currently isn't there. ] I usually wear a symbol when I'm superheroing. Kind of a family thing.

But I inherited it a weird way. I'm kind of a non-traditional addition to the family.

It means something important and gives people all these expectations. But it's important to me, and it was something I came into the world with an attachment to, so it's been like a whole thing of...

How do I make this mine? Like fit the role and the expectations but still be myself? Be a version of myself I like?

Like I said before, it's a work in progress, but I think I'm getting there.

I suppose I know a little about that. I was . . . adopted so to speak. It took a long time for me to accept that.

[ the lying didn't help. being told for centuries that the frost giants were monsters definitely didn't help. and while loki hasn't cleaned all of it away, he has come to terms with some of it. ]

So what are you "getting" to be?

Something more than my DNA. Or like...a bunch of other people's parts.

[ A pause. ]

I'm a clone. Half my DNA is alien and comes from one of the greatest superheroes in the world, half is human comes from one of his worst supervillains, his archenemy.

Superman told me I could wear his symbol and do good guy stuff, Lex wanted me to destroy Superman. And he wanted me to hurt people.

[ He talks about it like it isn't one of the worst things ever to happen to him, but the truth is... he's largely moved past it. To the point he can casually talk about it. It's still a whole thing, trying to not feel bad because of the Luthor connection but it's something he's coping with. ]

So it's figuring out how to wear the symbol my way. And be something that isn't just an extension of either of them.

[ this prompts a wry chuckle in loki. ]

So you had one good "father" and a terrible one. In that sense, you got lucky.

I had two terrible fathers. They simply wished for my death at different points in my life. I suppose I have largely accepted one over the other. I am an Odinson.

No father. Supes and I... it kinda hasn't been that way. He's one of the best dudes I know but I sort of was mostly raised by my friends, to be honest.

At least until he had some family take me in. So biologically, sure, but...

[ Pa's been more of a father figure. For a while Dubs was, but Dubs...just left. Like Guardian. Pa is the one that's stepped up the most, though. He's the one that stayed. The only time he'd left was when he was temporarily dead but reality fixed it. ]

I hope you know your dads suck. Nobody deserves that.

I'm aware.

[ it's said casually, nonchalant. ]

I don't have much luck with father figures anyway.

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