dothelokimotion | [ penance inbox ]

That should not be too difficult. I'll have it ready in an hour.

Spasibo, Loki. What's your preferred drink?

[ Some seconds later - ]

I should probably ask if you've any allergies, too?

I do not have any . . . allergies. And I enjoy red wine and martinis.

You had me at vodka.

[ Though the God gives an hour timeframe, Natalia allows extra time as a precaution, maybe a courtesy so as to avoid the feeling of being rushed, and is knocking on his shared suite ninety minutes later. And, alright, she also wanted sufficient baking time. ]

[ loki opens the door. he's dressed in a white shirt, buttoned up and dark slacks. if he notices that she took a little longer, he doesn't show it. time's fake anyway. ]

Ah. I have your request prepared.

It's strange not seeing you in green.

[ But she dismisses her comment with a one-shouldered shrug and holds up a royal blue woven basket painted with silvery snowflakes. It contains Russian tea cakes, Russian Christmas morning coffee cake, and vodka. ]

Sorry, but I couldn't find green olives. Figured that wouldn't be too difficult to obtain, though.

[ loki rolls his eyes. ]

I am capable of wearing different colours. And it will do.

[ thor will appreciate the variety at least. and while he may not care for vodka, that's not loki's problem. he takes the basket, placing it in the room before pulling out the snowglobe from one of his magical pockets. it's exactly as she wanted it and it seems to breathe, like a living city would. the sense of motion, of energy is all present. ]

Here.

Tell your other self that.

[ - she teases, moving into the suite and doing the habitual scouting; exits, weapons, so and and so forth.

When Natalia's attention is drawn back to Loki, she can't help but still and stare in wonder. As delicately as a child may, she takes the snowglobe from his hands and watches in a moment of silent awe. ]

Loki, it's...((blinks and finally looks up at him))...it's stunning. Spasibo. Truly.

[ loki shrugs, nonchalant. ]

You're welcome.

[ creation is one of his lesser known talents. when he was younger, he enjoyed them. creating little feats of magic, trinkets and toys. but it was considered childish. worthless. even now, loki doesn't think much of it. ]

[ Were she a selfish creature, she would want to keep it for herself. As it is, however, Natalia tilts it once more. ]

Do you have any more to make? The follow-up, real question being, would you show me?

[ While there is, of course, the interest of a spy involved, there is also genuine curiosity to watch magic at work. Or rather, a God's ability. Maybe it'll be a decent segue into a request Talia's been pondering since assisting Loki during his temporary blindness. ]

[ loki squints suspiciously because it is the black widow making such a request and much like himself, a request like that is for ferreting out information for a weakness. it may not be used today or at all, but knowledge is power and they both learned that lesson well.

but it is magic and he's not even sure how much of she can really grasp. ]

Currently I do not and I suppose you can see it though I do not think it would be very beneficial.

[ With a soft huff through her nose, Talia offers up a knowing smile in turn and goes for honesty when admitting - ]

It's eighty percent intrigue and twenty percent habitual recon. Does that help?

[ loki considers this before shrugging, laconic. ]

Fine. If that's what you want.

Požalujsta.

[ Added quickly afterwards, since there's a chance he doesn't speak Russian - ]

Please.

[ Uncertain as to where Loki would feel most comfortable performing said display, Natalia waits to be directed. ]

[ loki huffs before he holds his palm out. his fingertips glow golden with green highlights. on his palm, a strange sort of dust seems to accumulate. loki then uses his right hand to sculpt what he wants. as he brushes against the dust, it takes form. shape. the glass begins to gleam as it looks like a finished snowglobe, much like the one he had given natasha earlier. ]

[ Silently she watches, blues eyes noting the dance of Loki's had with a sense of wonderment, drawing closer as if the nearness improves visualization. Natalia's seen magic before, experienced it, has teammates capable of it, and yet there are still times when it amazes the Widow. She makes a thoughtful sound and straightens, face rearranging into a careful mask. ]

We may not be friends, but that's still a thing of beauty. Your abilities, would they include altering memories? Or placing some type of mental shield against psychic attacks, things of that nature?

[ loki blinks, surprised before his expression tightens. ]

It does. That was an astute guess.

[ Her look isn't so much apologetic as it is modest. ]

Other Loki, da? But the more important follow-up would be does it hurt? When it's not deliberate, obviously. Because I may or may not be contemplating a way to cash in that favor owed.

[ curse his other self. giving things away like that. ]

It should not. Though sometimes the intensity of the memories can prove to be disorientating.

[ Natalia is a spy with high clearance within S.H.I.E.L.D. ... and she keeps files on everyone.

She crosses her arms with a hesitant frown and furrowed brows, cradling Ray's gift in the crook of her elbow. ] The memory invasion bullshit, and the hallucinations brought on by the Mares, and the club practically every time you enter, I would prefer to have some kind of buffer against those attacks in the future. With the understanding that, yeah, it's fucking Hell and there's probably no guarantee, but something has to be better than nothing, right?

[ loki considers this, assessing her carefully. ]

I can put in a ward, yes. If it is extreme, then there's nothing I can do, but it should dampen the more . . . daily effects that happen in Hell.

Okay. Right. ((nods a few times too many)) Let me sleep on it? Asking you to play Ded Moroz is one thing, but letting someone who is an enemy back home into my mind is a little more difficult to accept. I haven't been around to watch you make progress; you'll understand my reservations, I'm sure.

[ loki gives a little snort. yes, he qualifies as hers, but bold of natalia to think she qualifies as his. he may not trust her overtly much but he certainly does not fear her. ]

I don't particularly care either way. The choice is yours.

Fair enough.

[ Arms uncross and she holds up the globe but is looking at Loki, features set back into gratitude. ] Thank you, again, for this.

[ Natalia means to show herself out, and unless he has more to say, she pivots to do so. ]

You're welcome.

[ as he ushers her out. ]

[ penance inbox ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

action ;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Hover

no subject

no subject

no subject