[Open] This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

[possiblymad]

Who: Loki and EVERYONE
Where: Various (Library, Roof, Mansion, Garden, Kitchen)
When: 5/8-?
Rating: Gonna stick with Teen to be safe.
Summary: Pretty much a catch-all log for anyone who wanted Loki interaction.
The Story:

[Jane]
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't almost tired of everyone showing up all at once. Damn them all for waltzing in, stealing his proverbial thunder, and forcing him into a state of hiding! (Also, for throwing books at him. Yes, this is a thing that he's tired of as well.) He made a retreat for the roof. Hawkeye wasn't there at the moment, he knew that already, and he really needed a vantage point that was high enough for him to keep an eye out for any other offending Avengers. But as soon as he made it into the fresh, crisp, night air, he found he wasn't alone. And it was far too late to slink back into the shadows. Well. Damn again.

"You wouldn't happen to be armed with a book, would you? That seems to be the mortal woman's weapon of choice, as of late." Why yes, that tone is heavily swathed in sarcasm.


[Isaac And look, it's NOT PROSE for you]
[Loki isn't exactly one to break down and give in to mortal urges, but he felt it was about time to ingest something suitable for a change. So, a quick visit to the kitchen was in order. He... really doesn't know what he's doing, so he's just going to fumble about until he happens about something moderately edible and nutritious. He isn't expecting company in the middle of the night, but you never know...]


[Everyone Else]
[Prose or Bracketspam is fine. Feel free to bump into him anywhere and engage him in conversation. He doesn't have much of a routine, but he frequents the library, walks around at night in the garden, generally avoids Avengers and whatnot. Also feel free to assume he's in his Sif persona, because that's a thing he's been doing lately. If you wish for Sif, just mention her in your tag and I'll respond with her icons.

Another prompt could be mentioning/making fun of him for his Disney Sing-off with Captain America, or the like.]

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[first_demon]

She met him in the garden, glad at last to meet the god who was a welcome relief to her precoceived notions of Loki. Lilith nodded at him in approval, walking towards him. "At last we meet."

[possiblymad]

She was just as stunning in person as she had been on screen. And this close to her, he could feel the power radiating from her. Not that he had an inkling for just how much power was there or how it compared to the rest of her world, but it was still there. He returned her nod curtly, a light, approving smile touched his lips.

"At last. You have a much stronger affect in person, Lady Lilith."

[first_demon]

It didn't take much for her to see how powerful he was. It crackled in the air around him, a force that she could feel to her core. He was perhaps even more powerful than she was..something she didn't come across to often. Her smile grew, it only helped to emphasis how handsome he was. Power made him more delectable and he was brimming with it.

"As do you, my lord." She murmured, grinning. "You cut a fine figure, though the video feed couldn't do you justice."

[possiblymad]

In kind, Loki was drawn to power, so what he could feel, even without a keen sense for searching it out, made her that much more appealing. She further puffed his ego with the use of the regal title. Even the humans he'd had under his control on Earth had never called him such. He'd never even thought to insist upon it. But hearing it now, it had a very nice ring to it.

"Then allow me, when next we speak over video, to join you in person." And, as if to demonstrate this, he waved a hand to the side, conjuring another image of himself from wisps of light. He much preferred communicating through illusion anyway. He'd done it once before already, as an experiment, and it had been a complete success. It was how he'd communicated with his mother in the prisons, as well.

The illusion smiled pleasantly, tipping his head up slightly. "Is that be more to your liking, my Lady?" It spoke, the voice even coming from the magical representation while the original stood still and quiet.

OOOOOOOOOH HEEEEEEY THERE NOT ACTUALLY SIF

[sorryitasedyou]

Darcy grabs her taser, throwing it in her bag before leaving her room in search of a certain scientist. Stopping off on one of the landings, she gives a small sigh, figuring she should probably pop into the kitchen and stock up before trying to track down Jane. Better to be prepared and stockpiled with food than deal with a hungry scientist unarmed.

She hums to herself as she enters the kitchen, starting to load a few things into her bag and grabbing coffee when she notices she's not alone. She wouldn't have made a big deal out of it if she hadn't recognized the woman from New Mexico.

"Lady Sif, is that you?"

TTLY SIF. IDK WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!

[possiblymad]

That voice. That wretched voice that raised his hackles and made him seethe inwardly. Oh, how he despised that mortal! But he was not Loki today, no, he was she. He was Lady Sif. And Sif had a slight alignment with this mortal through Thor. So, as she turned, she lightened her features. Sif's smiles were rare, and usually only used in jest, mocking, or for Thor. So there wasn't a smile, just a softness of her usually hardened stare.

"Yes. You are..." The name escaped her, though Loki already knew it better than he wished. "a friend of Jane Foster's. I was not aware so many from your world were here."

Wow Loki, no love for Darcy?

[sorryitasedyou]

"Yeah, Tony had mentioned you were here - I'm Darcy. I don't know if you remember me from New Mexico... It was awhile ago." Though, the memory would stay with her forever - kind of hard to forget a giant metal monster destroying everything it comes across.

"There's definitely a surprising number of us here."

She offers a small smile, feeling slightly awkward without Thor as am introductory buffer.

None whatsoever. XD <3

[possiblymad]

Sif nodded acknowledgement to Darcy's name, looking in thought for the briefest moment, because the memory wasn't that far off. "Yes, of course. You and your small band of..." Well, they weren't really warriors... "companions, aided Thor in his banishment. We all owe you a debt of gratitude." Then a gleam in her eyes showed something of amusement. "You are the mortal with the electric weapon." It wasn't a question.

"Tony Stark is a difficult man with which to converse." She admitted, mostly in hopes of easing the awkward atmosphere. Not that Loki cared if Darcy was uncomfortable. But Sif might, and right now, that's who he needed to be. "Have you been here long?"

[camebefore]

There was something about libraries that Hannibal Lecter liked. While he didn't believe in gods, devils or anything in between, the closest he could come to a sacred feeling was standing in the quiet dusty sunlight of a library. Ages laid within the pages around. Worlds beyond score.

In that silence, Hannibal Lecter sat with a few books open before him. He would check one and then another. His nose would scrunch as he read one passage, obviously disagreeing with it. Referring to a different book, his expression would smooth out and he might nod to himself. It was proof positive to him that winners wrote the history books although he had already believed that. He had simply never thought to apply it to other matters outside of history itself.

Hannibal looked up as what looked like a woman to his human eyes swept in. As a matter of habit, Hannibal rose from his seat and gave her a short bow. Monster in human skin he might be, but Hannibal tried to not show disrespect for a lady. Before his pile of books sat the ever working tea kettle he had gotten from the closet along with a plate of flat crisped bread in strips like one might find at a carnival, powered sugar dusting them. Their taste wasn't as sweet, Lithuanians not the luxurious sort. The Žagarėliai was as close as they came for a non-festival. A minty scent rose from the hot tea.

"If you should like, ma'am."

[possiblymad]

Speaking of monsters in human skin... The beautiful warrior seemed almost taken aback by the sudden show of chivalry from the young man. It was almost flattering. Almost. But there were two monsters in disguise here, and they were both putting on a delightful act.

Sif acknowledged his courtesy with a curt nod, just deep enough to be respectful, but not far enough to be considered a bow. She held herself proudly, as was true to her race, but the line between pride and arrogance was a fine one, though in mimicking Sif's posture, he did it well. She looked him over momentarily when he spoke, then swept her eyes over the table and his various accumulation of things from food to books. Loki had spent weeks here, isolated in his little corner of the library, seeing people come and go while remaining within the shroud of his magic, but lately, he felt he might want to give Sif a few local sightings lest the Avengers become leery.

The Asgardian contemplated his offer, wanting nothing more than to move on, but his aforementioned task required mingling. Giving Sif appearances and alibis to solidify her claim to existence here.

"That is... generous." She almost sounded uncertain of his kindness. Honestly, Loki was rarely shown kindness, so even in the guise of the Lady Sif, it still startled him. "If I would not be intruding, of course." She added politely and cast a glance to the chair across from him. "Might I join you in your studies? This place is vastly different from my realm, yet equally convoluted in its ways."

[camebefore]

If Hannibal thought anything was odd or off on her reply, he made no mention or showed a sign of it.

"You would not be intruding. I would like to think my parents raised me better than to sit ignorant when a lady entered the room. Not to mention be a pig with what I have. Please, sit if you wish. I rarely turn away company."

A few steps, and he drew out the other chair for her to join him if she still wanted. An empty cup sat on the generic tea service should she want some of the minty brew. The books spread out before Hannibal were an eclectic mix in subjects and languages. The Germanic Gotterdammerung libretto half-covered a Polish book about properties and families in the Baltic states. An loose pile of English written world history books from the 1950s onwards was beside that. Two modern French books on surgery were opened to the newest advances in medication and diagnosis. The last oddity was a closed cookbook written in Japanese with a few paper tags to mark pages.

"I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter."

[possiblymad]

Something about all of this just made Loki squirm in his own skin. This level of kindness, those gussied up words, and the talk of sharing and caring... It made his skin crawl, but Sif showed not a blink of Loki's inner turmoil.

"Then I am in no position to turn down such hospitality."

Her eyes drew over each title, almost curious as to how he could link all these subjects in his one sitting. Another short hesitation and she took the proffered chair with a grateful nod of her thanks. She settled herself in and looked up when he introduced himself.

"I am known as the Lady Sif." She introduced smoothly and ran a finger along the binding of one of the books lightly. "You are versed in these different languages of your realm?" The curiosity was completely honest. On Asgard, the books were different. They conformed to your will, stories and glyphs that moved and explained themselves. It hadn't taken him long to get used to the literature here, but there was still a slight roadblock when he encountered books of foreign languages. If the closet was being agreeable, he was able to coerce variants of the same books in a language he could understand.

[hyperkinesia]

Engaging in conversation with Loki isn't anywhere in Bruce's plans. As a matter of fact if he could go through his stay here without ever setting his eyes on the demigod he'd be thankful for it. And it's been only a few days but Bruce is starting to think that maybe he'll get lucky, just this once.

Honestly, he should've known better.

He's walking down a corridor of the library, a couple of books in hand, distracted enough that he bumps right into someone's back when he turns a corner.

"Sorry, I--" he starts apologizing, free hand reaching over should he need to help the other person keep their balance, when he notices exactly who he just bumped into. The hand is whitdrawn almost immediately, and he takes a step back. "... ah."

[possiblymad]

It was the voice that brought forth the uneasy feeling sinking in his stomach. Not another one. The library was beginning to grow more and more unpleasant by the day. Oh, believe him, Banner, you aren't the only one instantly dreading this encounter. If he hadn't been bumped into, he might have just disappeared into the shadows to avoid notice.

Given his stature, he only stumbled, but his balance wasn't entirely lost. The proffered hand was quickly withdrawn, prompting an eyebrow to quirk up towards his hairline in question.

"Like insects, the heroes spill from the woodwork upon the slightest disturbance. They do consider you a hero, do they not, Doctor Banner?" Despite his tone, he showed no genuine hostility towards the man before him, honouring his truce of sorts with Agent Romanoff.

[hyperkinesia]

Except Bruce isn't another one, not really. He still feels like the odd one out, while the others will more easily see themselves as agents or members of this team, and even now he doesn't entirely feel like he's a part of it all. Maybe he's just been used to being on his own for too long, and the edges of him changed too much that he can't seem to fit into any puzzle.

That, and the fact that his edges often tend to change even now, they sometimes grow larger and break everything around him.

"It doesn't really matter what they consider me," he answers quietly, briefly looking up at Loki, but he doesn't keep eye contact. He focuses on anything around, the corner of the shelf, the edges of the books he's holding, while wondering if the demigod would even try anything. He doesn't even know how mad the guy is exactly. "I'm not a hero."

[possiblymad]

"Perhaps not." It was a simple reply, punctuated by the raise of both eyebrows and a pointed look. How mad was he? Well, there were different definitions for 'mad' and he was quite pleasantly overflowing with one of them, just not of the hostility sort. He does take note that Banner won't meet his gaze, not that it bothers him. Most don't. The rest can't. The one that does, well, he isn't here. Because that element of control isn't here, it makes Loki an unpredictable beast at best.

"So, if you aren't here to threaten me, posture, or throw books in my general vicinity, then I have no quarrel with you. Don't look so tense," He leaned in a bit so he could lower his voice and whisper, as if his next line was a closely kept secret. "you're frightening the locals." He backed his statement with a nod to the few book worms with their faces buried in the pages.

He straightened his posture, looking oddly pleased. "If not a hero, what do you consider yourself?"

[handing]

Maybe if he doesn't want angry women to throw books at him, he shouldn't go to the library so often.

Pepper has found the library as accommodating as the rest of the mansion seems to be: more than eager to provide, yet never giving just what she's looking for. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised that she hasn't had any luck finding books on the world they occupy now. There's no history, no politics, not even a myth on how it might have come to be. Then again, she's hardly scanned each of the shelves, and if such books did exist, she imagines they would be quite popular.

So she's there again, browsing the shelves for anything useful or of interest. She's only picked out some fiction for herself, a paperback with little heft, which feels woefully inadequate when Pepper turns the corner and sees a face she only knows from security footage and news broadcasts, but that stops her in her tracks all the same.

"Loki."

[possiblymad]

Loki has found that the best information on this place comes from sources of fiction. It may not be a perfect source, but it gives him an idea of what he's might just be dealing with in the future. It was all thanks to everyone's suggestions and names he could look up or titles he should skim through to get a feel for it. When in a foreign land like this with no upper hand, he needed something. And knowledge was just another form of power if used correctly.

The demigod rounded a bookshelf to come face to face with a lovely strawberry blond. He felt like he should know her face, like it was recognised somewhere deep in his subconscious, but he couldn't place it. When his name left her lips, the feeling doubled. Well, at least he could accurately say she was another from his universe. Probably of the Midgardian realm. He too came to a stop.

"Yes? Have we met?" Because, while some people here recognised his name when he said it, only those of his world seemed to recognise his face, specifically. "Let me guess, you're another of the Avenger's groupies?"

[handing]

If anything can push Pepper out of the mix of shock and fear that has frozen her? It's the indignation over what Loki assumes her to be. Those words and that tone smack of too many insults she's been given over the years, thinly-veiled or overt, accusations of earning her success on her knees or snide comments about picking up the dry-cleaning.

Pepper doesn't forget that she's talking to a man who could easily kill her. She doesn't forget everything Loki has done, all the heartache he's responsible for. But she also doesn't take flack, and she certainly isn't going to start accepting it from Loki, of all people.

"We haven't met, no." Her fingers tighten on her book, and Pepper can't entirely hide the panic that lingers in spite of her determination. But she does her best, standing straight and looking Loki directly in the eye, raising her chin just a touch. "And if you're asking if I'm connected to the Avengers, the answer is yes. My name is Pepper Potts, and I'm the CEO of Stark Industries. Which means, that by all rights, you owe me a great deal of compensation for the expense of rebuilding New York."

Okay, maybe it sounds a little ridiculous to actually say that to him, but it's true. Funding the reconstruction after Loki's invasion had been hell on the company budget, and Pepper isn't happy about it.

[anomaliiiiies]

Jane turned to look at Loki, her eyes rolling in answer to his question. Just her luck, of course, to be interrupted by Loki.

"I'm not going to ruin my notebook by throwing it at you, so you're safe there." Of course she left the possibility of throwing something else at him wide open.

"I heard about the incident in the library."

[possiblymad]

"Yes, I'm sure everyone has been informed. Miss Lewis has not the proper control of her tongue as most with common sense. However, you will notice, I harmed not a hair on her head; Laid not a finger on her." Just getting that out there before the abuse could ensue. Not that he expected that to prevent her from striking him. Again.

"I'm merely here for a breath of air. I have no intention of causing a scene." Within those words a threat was wrapped. Swaddled in a cool tone of confidence and hidden meaning. He really did have no intention of causing a scene, but that didn't mean a scene wouldn't be caused if given no choice.

He looked to her, then those piercing green eyes flicked to the sky, as if seeing something that no one else could. A former pathway from the Bifrost. The one that dumped him on this wretched land.

"If you're searching for him, he isn't coming. Not yet. Not soon. That much, I can tell."

[anomaliiiiies]

"True, you only tossed her in her room. For what, three books?"

So basically, Loki, you won't start something but you'll end it? Won't bring nothing, won't be nothing? She saw where he looked, her eyes flicking back over Loki.

"He'll arrive in due time. I'm not worried about it. But you think you can see the pathway?"

[algidity]

[ Isaac is a night owl, well, that's not entirely true, since he's begun training with Allison's father, his sleeping schedule has been changed arguably for the better. But there are nights where he won't sleep until he's done training with Argent.

So nighttime snacks are definitely a thing. He doesn't expect to see anyone in the kitchen so late at night, so he strolls right past the alien to retrieve an apple. It's only when he's taking a bite out of it that he notices the presence, the scent, and the general existence of the other male. Isaac's head swivels to look at Loki, and for once he's the one that has to look up at someone.

And, oh Jesus Chist, he knows exactly who he's looking at... But instead of saying anything, he simply takes another bite of his apple... ]

[possiblymad]

[Well, Loki is certainly not expecting company either. Nor is he expecting said company to stand there and stare awkwardly at him. There's a moment longer where he is just focusing on whatever it is that he's doing, or trying to do, before he turns just enough to glance at the teen. The... odd teen. Something seemed off about this child, but he gave it no further thought as he raised both eyebrows in an encouraging and slightly expectant expression.]

You're staring.

[Yep. It's a simple observation, but the expectant look seems to demand an answer as to why.]

I am to assume there is a reason for your nonplussed expression.

[algidity]

No -- Yeah, I. [ Squint. ] Just gettin' an apple. [ Clearly that answers every question Loki could ever have ever. At this point he might just think Isaac is simple and leave him be. ]

Didn't think this place would be able to get you too. [ There we go, much better. Well, if it got Angels then maybe it shouldn't be that surprising. At least the Avengers aren't tearing this place up trying to kill Loki. It's also a plus that Loki just seems like he wants a midnight snack instead of wanting to kill or threaten anyone... Huh... ]