Loki, Time's Plaything (livelaughloki) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-12-22 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: jennifer walters, mcu: loki |
Who: Jen Walters and Loki
Where: Las Vegas, NV
When: Backdated to Saturday, December 17
What: Trying Their Luck
Rating/Warnings: FTB Times, but otherwise low
Status: Completed via GDocs
"No, sir, I understand you made a reservation, but the system didn't take into account the rooms blocked off for the Sinclair-Mayfield wedding." The front desk clerk, one of a phalanx of them, looked like he might be about to cry. And that was without Loki causing any sort of scene. He merely surveyed the quivering man with a steady gaze and a Black Card sitting between them. The clerk typed a few more things in and didn't notice the faint haze of green going into his monitor. "Ah, but it does appear one of our penthouse suites is available. If you're willing to pay the difference, the hotel would like to comp your food and drink for the weekend, Mr. Kaiser."
Loki turned to smile at Jen. "Would that do for you?"
Jen raised her eyebrows, unsure of what she had gotten herself into, but certain she could take care of herself. She merely smiled and nodded. “Sounds great. Book it.”
Two key cards and one elevator ride later— with an austere porter whose blessed silence and discretion were handsomely rewarded—and they were entering the suite. Champagne was chilling on the entry table along with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. Loki grinned as he spun around to lean on the back of the plush couch that overlooked a spectacular view of the strip. "Well? Do I meet your expectations?"
“I am not sure I expected such a gentleman,” she admitted as she took in the view. “This is breathtaking.” She settled on the couch and said, “I think the champagne and strawberries are calling our names.”
"I may be a cad, but I was raised by a queen." He winked, because that's just the sort of person he was.
In short order, the champagne was poured and the strawberries were set on the table in front of the couch, on which Loki was seated a respectful distance away. "So tell me, if you don't mind, how does one become a Hulk, and yet retain their delightful and charming personality?"
Jen took a bite of a strawberry and chased it down with champagne. She cast him a glance and chuckled. “I was in a car accident with my cousin. I got some of his blood in me and the rest is history. It wasn’t easy at first, but now I see it as a way to help people.” She raised her brows. “Your turn. What’s your story, Loki?”
"Short, succinct, to the point. It's like you've had some experience with the American legal system." A tease, but not a mean one. "But I believe you'll find my own far less so."
He told her everything, from finding and using the Tesseract and being pruned by the TVA to finding the man at the end of time, the one controlling everything, and Sylvie's betrayal. He didn't skimp on the details, no matter how complicated or emotionally vulnerable it made him in the recounting. His mouth twisted into something bitter at the end. "And that's how I found myself: alone, forgotten, in a twisted up timestream with no way of knowing how it all might end. Then I woke up here, surprise, surprise. Another wrinkle, another riddle, another chance, I suppose."
Jen listened intently. Even before her own brush with being a hulk, she would have believed his tale, as ludicrous as it sounded. She had an Avenger for a cousin, after all. She’d lived through the blip. Why not a TVA that pruned people? She shook her head and moved closer to Loki on the couch. “But now you are here, and you have your brother,” she said, trying to find a bright side. “And we’re in Vegas, a place that just begs mischief.” She smiled gently. “Thank you for telling me. That couldn’t be easy.”
His own expression was tight, brittle, but he smoothed it out after letting out a quiet breath. He didn't have to extend his fingers all that much to lightly glide across her shoulder, now that she was practically right next him. "I've been learning about the power of baring my soul, although I'd still rather be selective with whom I do said baring." Loki shifted so he could reach for a strawberry and offer it up to her. "Cheers to Vegas and mischief and new friends who seem inclined join me in enjoying both, eh?"
Jen nodded. “Probably smart being choosey,” she admitted. “Never know who will use it against you.” She was a lawyer, after all. “But I promise I won’t,” she added as she accepted the strawberry and held it out in a toasting gesture. “Cheers.”
"Wouldn't be the first time." He smiled wryly and then plucked up a strawberry of his own to tap against hers. Once eaten, he settled back, arm along the back of the couch and fingers idly touching and then twining in her hair. "Will your cousin really try to grind my bones to powder again if we had more than just cards-and-dice fun? I'm fine with that, of course—sticking with the cards and dice. I suppose I simply wanted to see what else might be on the table. Or other horizontal and semi-horizontal surfaces"
Jen smirked. “Play your cards right and I’ll handle my cousin,” she said, relaxing into his touch. “I mean what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I’m here to have fun.”
He leaned in the rest of the way and brushed a smirking kiss against the side of her neck. "Then by all means, let's have fun."