Maybe not a tiger — [ because he can sense that would unnerve william. ] — but I am a shape-shifter. If there is a shape you wish to see, it is not a hardship.
[ william probably didn't mean for that to be thought-provoking but loki pauses over it all the time. when is he at his most comfortable? loki is a chameleon boy, always shifting in some way to suit the situation.
when is he truly himself? like this? or as a jotun? what is he most comfortable with?
finally, loki puts it aside. he'll have to think about it later. ]
[Always interesting to see where the edges he didn't (couldn't?) understand were. Always interesting to wonder what Loki was wondering in any given moment of quiet.]
Good. [A shift, from holding hands to holding arms, snug and comfortable, as he gently tugs them toward his-- well. Old room.] Whatever it means in a moment, hm?
[There's no hiding the absolute delight he feels about being exactly here. Stolen from his reality isn't ideal, but married to someone he loves beyond reason and about to settle into something akin to a little home of their own?
True. [Just recently, even, but that doesn't bear mentioning as he drifts to a pause outside the room that's no longer going to be his.] But new ones are a bit exciting, surely.
When everything's gone pear-shaped, it's all we have, isn't it?
[There isn't much to collect, of course--some clothes to be pulled neatly together, a few bits and bobs from the planets they've visited. The real prize that needs moving is his ship in a bottle, held close to his chest as he checks the nooks and crannies.]
[Something shifts, although not so much as to dislodge William's easy smile.]
I've found, at any rate. You're far cleverer than I. [A soft laugh, largely at himself.] Half the useful skills I have come from losing limbs or being under constant fire.
[ loki looks like he wants to protest but it dies on his lips. his melancholia, it seems, cannot be banished so quickly, though he tries. tries and dies. what he's best at. ]
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Maybe not a tiger — [ because he can sense that would unnerve william. ] — but I am a shape-shifter. If there is a shape you wish to see, it is not a hardship.
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when is he truly himself? like this? or as a jotun? what is he most comfortable with?
finally, loki puts it aside. he'll have to think about it later. ]
Then I shall be myself.
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Good. [A shift, from holding hands to holding arms, snug and comfortable, as he gently tugs them toward his-- well. Old room.] Whatever it means in a moment, hm?
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It does vary from moment to moment.
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[If only here. If only in the comfort of this unconditional acceptance and devotion.
And maybe, if they're lucky, beyond that.]
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One can hope.
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[There's no hiding the absolute delight he feels about being exactly here. Stolen from his reality isn't ideal, but married to someone he loves beyond reason and about to settle into something akin to a little home of their own?
He's over the moon.]
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Perhaps it'll go far.
[ further than loki realized before. ]
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The universe is vast.
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Yes. That seems to be the right word for it.
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I'll keep a look out.
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Lucky. Completely lucky.]
You laugh now. [And hopefully forever.] But the danger is all too real.
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I've faced worse troubles.
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[ he sounds curious rather than mocking. ]
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[A kiss for his husband's fingers before he lets himself into the room to gather the few belongings he considers his own.]
To examine oneself, if nothing else.
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Perception is key, I suppose.
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[There isn't much to collect, of course--some clothes to be pulled neatly together, a few bits and bobs from the planets they've visited. The real prize that needs moving is his ship in a bottle, held close to his chest as he checks the nooks and crannies.]
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So it seems.
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I've found, at any rate. You're far cleverer than I. [A soft laugh, largely at himself.] Half the useful skills I have come from losing limbs or being under constant fire.
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They are yours. So they have . . . meaning.
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