[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."

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?"

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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."

[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... ]