ᛚᛟᚲᛁ has a silver tongue. (the_trickster) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-01-27 18:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, gamora, loki odinson |
Who: Gamora and Loki
What: Magically delicious disguises.
When: A couple of days after this message
Rating: Green.
Gamora sat very still and very straight on the couch in her suite. She had positioned herself so she could stare at the door, and placed her phone on the cushion beside her. It was time to meet the sorcerer who seemed to be the end-all of illusions, but could also be trouble, by all accounts. Or, by Stephen Strange’s account, and Gamora had come to trust the sorcerer-slash-doctor a great deal.
This was why she had chosen to set up their meeting on ‘her turf’, as it were. She had messaged this Loki with the details, from hotel name to room number, and told him to announce himself via text message before knocking. If he thought her measures ridiculous, that was his business. She needed to feel safe more than anything else.
He had thought about it on his way over, since he could have sent multiple clones of himself capable of interacting right into her room from another realm entirely, if he wanted to. With enough care when traversing the paths, he might have been able to get into her room from another realm entirely. He had no reason or intent to do so, but word of his deeds had certainly preceded him. No doubt the work of that second-rate sorcerer.
Oh, the trials and tribulations that he had to go through, while striving for redemption and greatness. He supposed it was important to some to have a false sense of security, even if he felt it deep down into his cursed bones that no one in this realm was even remotely near being safe. It was a nice comforting illusion that it was. Who was he to correct it?
Now standing before Gamora's door, Loki reached into his coat pocket to take out his phone. He tapped a fingertip over the letters on the screen and hit send.