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[ikols]

You haven't even read any of it yet! At least leave concrit. [ Waving his fork!! ] Don't blame with flames, Billy Kaplan.

[noassgardian]

Uh-huh. I'm not leaving concrit, Loki, and these weren't the kinds of Norse stories I thought I'd be hearing tonight...

[Why is he actually clicking on something to read?]

I guess this explains why you know all the ship names...

[ikols]

[ Setting his empty plate on the coffee table he slumps back into the couch to watch Billy, a smile playing on his lips. ]

I've had a lot of down-time over the past year, in between the kidnappings and assorted rubbish.

[noassgardian]

Between video games, television, and writing all of this... when did you even have time to sleep?

[Because it sounds like he's been really busy here. He shifts a bit, reading through some Loki/Sif thing and he can't help it--]

Did you really cut her hair? I mean, like in the myths.

[ikols]

I don't sleep often, it isn't a requirement of a god. [ Mildly smug eyebrow waggles, insert them here.

Loki itches a temple. ]

Mmhm. She had the most beautiful golden hair, shaving it all off was intended as a prank but my former self had a somewhat twisted sense of humour. All of that leads to some pretty dark tales about how Mjolnir came to be and what ensued that mess.

[noassgardian]

I've heard them, yeah.

[He tilts his head back, meeting Loki's eyes.]

She'd kill you for writing these, huh?

[ikols]

Oh, yes. In a heartbeat, absolutely.

[ Hah, ignore the way he rests a cheek in a hand, elbow propped on the back of the couch. He's not blushing, you're blushing! ]

Much sword-hacking, etcetera.

[noassgardian]

Right.

[He snorts.]

But it's worth the risk, I guess?

[ikols]

If you think Sif will ever get herself online, to that specific page, to see those particular stories, you're living in a world where Volstagg regularly exercises.

[noassgardian]

Okay, I guess you do have a point. Not many Asgardians seem to be online...

[Or that he noticed anyway. Thor didn't seem to have much use for it.]

Why do you like it so much?

[ikols]

Why wouldn't I? It's ingenious! Look at how much can be accomplished with Midgardian technology, not a spell to be seen and it's still possible to text someone on the other side of the planet. I can tell you now, Jotunheim has never cracked the secret to a good hotdog with onions.

If I am to dwell on Midgard then I should like to understand as much of it as possible. It's my home, too.

[noassgardian]

I guess most people don't stop to think about it like that... but it is, isn't it? And it makes things so much more convenient.

[Okay, Loki can have his phone back now. Billy should clear the dishes anyway.]

Dinner was great, by the way.

[ikols]

If I ever get un-exiled, you should come with me to Asgardia sometime. We could dress you up in some traditional garb, have a night out on the town.

[ Which would inevitably lead to a lot of drinking, of course, but Loki would shake that up. He remains on the sofa as Billy cleans the plates, letting him do his part in exchange for the meal. ]

[noassgardian]

Would you really take me to Asgardia?

[Because Loki, you can't just say that... not when he'd kind of love to see Asgardia.

You know, if the whole un-exiled thing works out and they're on speaking terms back home too.]

[ikols]

Yes, of course, although it would damage your reputation to be seen with the likes of me. [ The things he would do for you, Billy Kaplan. ] If you could stand that, I would be your host.

[noassgardian]

[Okay so Loki has a point. His reputation probably would take a hit, but... Asgardia. Actual Asgardia.]

I'll handle it.

[And right, back to dishes. It doesn't really take that long to do them for two people and then he's back to join Loki on the couch.]

I did stop by a bakery on the way home today you know. You didn't say what you wanted for dessert so I just grabbed a few small things. There may be ice cream too.

[ikols]

That sounds perfect. [ Shuffling a little over so his bent knee on the sofa rests by Billy, he raises his brows with a confidential air. ] Guess what Asgard always used to eat at their feasts when they were floating above Broxton.

[noassgardian]

I don't know... [He looks up at Loki, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he scoots closer.] What was it?

[ikols]

[ He builds it up with wide eyes and a gasp, then deflates to say flatly, ]

Pizza. Mountains of boxes!

[noassgardian]

[... Okay, that gets an honest laugh out of him.]

Okay, so everybody loves pizza. It's the great unifier. Good to know.

[ikols]

They ordered vans of the damned things, and trucks of beers from the local town. Far swankier than our little party the other night, I'm sorry to say, and all paid for in gold. Never let it be said that Asgard stints on payment!

[ Laughing along with Billy, Loki relaxes by degrees until the awkwardness from earlier feels distant (even if he still wants to kiss him, refraining). ]

Personally, I was always partial to quail.

[noassgardian]

Wow... I can imagine the delivery guys really didn't mind dropping it all off for gold.

[The awkwardness from earlier does feel like way less of an issue now -- and he's glad for it.

Even if he's still not-- entirely sure what to make of Loki wanting to kiss him. Or using a really awful excuse to do so.]

Please tell me you don't mean quail on pizza.

[ikols]

I'd eat quail on anything, don't box me in. [ Pft, you live in a safe little world of no quail on pizza, Billy. ] What about you, what's your favourite food?

[noassgardian]

You have weird tastes. [Must be an Asgardian thing. It's definitely not a Midgardian teenager thing.] I'm afraid I'm not as interesting in the quail pizza kinda way. Give me a good burger or something.

[ikols]

Next time I'll pick up a McDonald's instead of cooking.

[ Poking Billy's shin with the toe of his boot. ]