It Is What It Is [tag: Tyr]
Loki didn't get to enjoy Halloween last year. It both did and did not have to do entirely with the situation in his pantheon at that time. He couldn't fault any of them for what had happened, but he did miss out on the opportunity for socially acceptable shenanigans. And while right now his plans included being home in order to give candy to kids that came by -and he hoped it was in hoards because he loved kids, decorating, watching scary movies and trying to talk Sigyn into modeling that set of black lingerie she had taunted him with a photo of when he had been out too late with Hermes. He was not going to rule out the need for some sort of costume, though. There was absolutely no telling what his friends were going to come up with last minute.
Especially Bes. Okay and maybe Hermes. Alright, Mac, too... Hell, all his friends. But if they went anywhere, he was bringing Sigyn with him. Which meant she'd need an outfit too. Something she would actually wear around other people. And as far as Loki was concerned, that excluded damn near everything commercially available. Hmm.
He wasn't even in the store to look at costumes, he was fairly certain he could make something better himself anyway -he was creative enough, he was there to look at outdoor decorations and props. Sigyn had given him only one stipulation as far as what he was and was not allowed to do to the exterior of the house for the holiday: nothing pornographic. Loki had rolled his eyes. Sometimes his sense of humor could be called into question as far as its taste, but there were children that lived nearby. Some of them small enough that he didn't want to scare them either. Pornographic outdoor decorations were the furthest thing from his mind.
Sigyn may have also given him a sternly spoken rule about Hermes not being allowed to help him. He almost, almost, sent Hermes a message to say that Sigyn said no just because she had told him he couldn't have Hermes' help. But, he didn't.
There were a couple giggling girls following him around the store. Mostly, with his hand tucked into the pockets of his black leather jacket, Loki just ignored them. He had nodded once, acknowledging that he saw them, and knew they were following him, but that was about as much attention as he was giving them. If they wanted something, they'd say it eventually. Currently they were trying on rainbow colored wigs and plastic glasses with plastic mustaches attached to them and being rather... silly. Loki, however was looking at the Avengers costumes with a puzzled expression.
He hadn't seen the Thor movie, sure he was mildly curious, but it seemed like it would annoy him. He didn't understand comic books and didn't understand why there were so many inaccuracies. He didn't see the Avengers movie either for the same reason. The Iron Man movies, however, he loved. Which was when he thought he should suggest a Tony Stark/Pepper Potts costume combination for him and his wife. Sig could dress respectably and look exasperated at him the whole time, which was accurate and in character. He'd just need to grow a douchebag goatee and take to drinking martinis. Done and done.
But that wasn't what confused him. What confused him was the rather... green... and black Loki costume he was staring at. He was even cocking his head to the side in utter confusion. Oh, he'd heard it was ridiculous, but he hadn't actually seen it until now. “Why are there horns?” He asked aloud, mostly to himself. “What purpose do the horns serve? The physics alone... fuck, my spine would hate me...”
That was as far as he got when Loki realized that the giggling girls had quieted enough to alarm him. When he looked up, he was greeted by four sets of eyes and the young women they belonged to. “Uh.. hi?” He said noticing that they were now about four feet away from him, staring and looking like they were going to explode in excitement. “Can I help you?”
There was some whispering before one girl was nominated the speaker for the group and the words flew out of her mouth with a speed and pitch that astonished him. “AreyouJonBonJovi?”
“What?”
The girl took a deep breath and repeated herself, “Are you Jon Bon Jovi?”
Loki's brows narrowed again in confusion. Was that why they were stalking him around the store? Did they think he was some celebrity? Huh. Okay. “Last I checked, no.” He turned away from the mind-boggling Loki costume and started to walk away, figuring that had dismissed them.
No such luck, they followed. “But... you look just like him....”
“That's nice,” he said in a dismissive way, trying to give them the hint without being rude. Rounding a corner aisle, he stopped again and turned around to face the quartet that was still following him. “Look... girls. I appreciate that you think I look like some celebrity, but, I'm not him. You need to stop following me around the store. You are all very pretty, but you are all also very young...”
“Brandi turns 18 tomorrow,” one of the other girls spoke, like that was going to change his mind.
Sighing, Loki raised his hands. “You are all very young. And even if that wasn't an issue, I am married. Happily married and...”
One of the girls argued, “You aren't wearing a wedding ring...”
Shaking is head and tossing his hands in the air, Loki sighed again and contemplated just leaving the store outright. “Stop following me, good day.” Then, he walked down another aisle, not really paying attention to whoever else might have been around. As long as the girls stopped following him, he was happy.