[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.]

Comments

[first_demon]

She enjoyed potential and truly saw it in this partnership. Being surrounded mostly by idiots (save for a few exceptions), it was gratifying to find someone who not only thought like her, but seemed to recognize potential just as easily. He was clever and seductive, something that she always found irresistible in men. It would make their partnership more intriguing and exciting. She would never know what would happen next.

His open delight made her grin. Good, there was no need to worry about being spurned for her demonic nature. Others would fawn over Lucifer and wait for his decisions, but she couldn't wait. She lived too long on her own and waited far too long to enjoy her own apocalypse. Why not bring it to Wonderland?

"A pity so few can understand what beauty springs from death." She laughed, placing her hand in his as he offered. The kiss only made her chuckle. "And how fortunate for me that I now come under the protection of such a powerful and ingenious god. There are those that are present who wish me ill and would harm me if they could." She pouted, provocative to the last.

"I have already begun, in a sense." Lilith told him. "There is something my kind can do, damning a soul and corrupting him, turning him demonic like me. But it is only a start. My particular wish is to repay the Duchess for her...kindness."

[possiblymad]

He didn't know about death, but chaos? Yes, chaos had an elegant and unpredictable beauty about it. "Then we are one in the same in that regard." After the polite kiss, he lowered her hand, letting it drop from his on her will. "There are many here that wish me ill. It took all of their combined efforts to stop me once before, but one of their biggest advantages, my brother, is not present. Point out these individuals, and I keep them under control should they pursue you."

"Creating demons, are we?" He asked, impressed. Now that was certainly a start. "I believe we both wish to repay her." Can you hear the distaste in his voice?

[first_demon]

Death and chaos often ran one and the same for her, but there was no need to get into that. It would be apparent as time went on. She kept her hand in his longer than necessary, granting him the feel of her hand for more than politeness, seeking to continue to charm and tantalize him.

"I thank you. Though it always seems to be the way of things. Genius is never appreciated and seen as evil. Suddenly we are hunted down as monsters. Fools."

She grinned at him, "Have you ever had thoughts of leaving an...impression among those here? The Duchess? The Queen?"

(I thought I relpied to this D: )

[possiblymad]

When she didn't immediately let go, he brushed his thumb over the top of her hand, whether out of some subconscious action or light appreciation is unclear. But he neither brings notice to it nor dwells on it while his expression remained completely controlled.

"Pursued as villains to prevent any sort of rejection of their imposed thoughts." He agreed.

"A lasting impression?" To be quite honest, he hadn't. He merely wanted his light revenge and a way back to his realm, but this was a very tantalizing idea indeed. Lilith might consider this a win in her book, as she's already corrupted what little bit of progress he'd made in the lines of 'not evil' since his arrival. She brought him right back to the realms of darkness with mere suggestions.

It's okay!

[first_demon]

She will happily take that as a win. There is nothing more that she enjoys than corrupting what little good someone has inside. And corrupting Loki, that's a very large victory in her eyes.

"It's art, isn't it?" She grins, considering the idea. "To instill chaos and overthrow that existing hierarchy. It's a chance to show those of insignificant rank that we are light bringers, bearing the mantle of genius as we sew discord in the land. It's fun, even if they call it villainy."

[possiblymad]

"They are free to call it whatever they like." He replied with a bit of a shrug. Honestly, when did he care what others thought? Well, save for one. "It is art. I'm quite fond of this idea." He had no delusions of being a light-bringer, at least not in any more than a literal sense of the meaning, but he did enjoy the company of someone who didn't try to bring about 'good intentions' in what he does.

[first_demon]

She does love it when a man doesn't care about what others say or think, following his own genius and desire in spite of it all. It certainly appeals to her own need for chaos and anarchy. "You and I are going to get into a great deal of trouble together." She said, looking up at him.

[possiblymad]

"Oh, I do hope so." He smiled, looking right back at her with a mischievous gleam to his green eyes.

[first_demon]

Reaching up, she caressed his cheek, grinning at him seductively. "Good. I think that we will do well together."