Who: Loki, Thor What: LOKI & THOR SEE THE AVENGERS When: Wednesday evening, May 10, 2012 Where: some cinema somewhere Warnings: tbd
Loki stepped up to the automated kiosk with a pinched look on his face. He'd heard about this thing enough. His name had been zipping around with enough frequency to give him a decent buzz. He knew that eventually, all the talk was going to get to him, so he figured he'd control the situation and see it now, with a clear(ish) mind, while he could still make some sense of it.
He scoffed, choosing the film time on the screen and sliding his card through the reader. If anything, it would be a good laugh. Most everything he'd seen had looked preposterous. How did that man's clothes stay intact once he became so large? How did the other one not snap his neck with those huge horns attached to the front of his head? And these issues were only cosmetic - he didn't have the strength to get into all the "aliens from another planet" shenanigans.
He stuffed his wallet into his back pocket and turned, intent to find a seat in the theater and make whoever was sitting next to him very uncomfortable, when he noticed a set of familiar, broad shoulders. A smile spread across his face quickly. "My! Did you get too curious, brother?"
His hair was already starting to lighten the more this movie reached it's hype. All the buzz was giving Thor a migraine, as if his hammer had swung around and slammed him in the face. It was a good buzz at first, left him tingly, but now what people saw him or Loki as could drastically change them both for the better or the worse.
It was with regret that he forked over ten bucks (or was it eleven?) for his ticket, after being shoved by a few groups of giggling school girls. Girls were into this? Now he really had to see what this was about. Anyone that smelled of cherry blossoms and fruit was an unexpected audience. He could feel himself cringe just stepping into the theater and not even knowing the full reason why.
When that voice carried over behind him, he knew he wanted to slam that face through the wall.
His eyes rolled, chair squeaking (almost moaning) as the big guy turned in his seat. "You're not welcome," he said and then turned his back.
"Oh?" Loki blinked - batted his lashes, really - and placed a hand on his chest. "I wasn't aware that you'd become the sherriff of the cinema. It's a public venue," he said, jumping over the back of the seats and landing quietly into the seat next to Thor, "I'll go where I please."
And hadn't that just always been the case? Loki went where he wanted, when he wanted, and no amount of shouting or shoving could get him to do otherwise. He didn't particularly like being told what to do, sometimes even did the opposite out of spite.
He propped his boots up on the seat on front of him, ankles crossed. "Odd, isn't it? All these people. You look different." Loki himself might have felt a bit taller, but the great thing about being Loki was that gaining power meant getting control over his shape shifting again, and so he pretty much maintained the same form.
That was the biggest problem with Loki. He'd always had his own agenda and Thor had followed him without even realizing he'd been on Loki's leash. To Loki, Thor was nothing more than a big dog that he could control.
He was succeeding. Every minute the lying Asgardian spoke, the more heated Thor felt. They were next to a brick wall. It would hurt once Loki went through it.
Thor's jaw clenched, rolling his reply over and over again on his tongue. Instead he gave Loki a harsh glare. "Lies," he spat not wanting to believe that such things as a film could actually change his appearance.
"Then you must tell me who your stylist is." He brushed a bit of lint from his knee, glancing over at Thor.
"It's interesting you bring up the subject, though, because isn't that why we're here? Perhaps not you, but I definitely would like to see what sort of yarn these mortals have spun our lives into. We're supposedly quite close. I'm sure you find that infuriating." It was a throw-away comment, said so carelessly that he might have been discussing the weather. But they were old, old friends, Loki and Thor. They had a history longer and more complicated that many of the people milling around them knew. And while Thor thought Loki to be deceiving in all aspects, he had at one point considered their friendship genuine.
Loki had a point. With the human interest, pouring them into their own stories they had gotten an influx of power. It felt odd after spending so much time underground. He was curious, its why he had taken time out for the theater. Now that Loki had appeared he was glad he hadn't insisted Sif come.
"I don't imagine you're the hero," he gave a snort, laughing as if the comment were genuinely funny.
He stretched his arms behind him, lacing his hands behind his head. "Why would I want to be? Being the hero is terribly boring. Moral compass and all that." Neither Loki nor Thor were really heroes or villains in their own lifetimes. Those ideas were cast over them later, followed them like shadows they couldn't quite shake.
"No, I don't think I'd like to be the hero at all."
Thor stretched his long legs, feet thumping the seat ahead of him. He didn't stop moving until he was comfortable, which was going to be difficult with Loki within reach. He'd wanted to smash his face between his hands for years now. After fighting the seat and the person who'd wanted to get up and complain (they sat down six seats away when they saw the size of the man they were thinking of taking on).
Thor cleared his throat. "I still want to shove you into the wall," he said with another hearty laugh. If they made it through this movie it would be a miracle of Odin. Thor didn't pick sides, he picked his own way. It may have been why he and Loki had been such good friends in the beginning. If Thor really wanted to admit it, he actually missed it.
Loki frowned slightly, waiting for Thor to stop shifting around like an impatient child.
"Why don't you try it, and see how the crowd takes it? Who will be the villain then?" Loki could play any card well, even the victim. "Of course, then we wouldn't get to watch this film, which is really the reason we both came. And I honestly want to see how that man keeps his neck from snapping with that front-heavy gold cap on." Odd, that cap. Like some sort of magical elk, as if that made any sense to anyone.
Thor wiggled around a little more, the seat groaning with each twist and turn. The lights started to dim so he pulled the armrest down, still not enough of a wall between him and Loki.
"I wait for a good spot in the movie." Then it would just be an added bonus. He paused for a moment, slurping out of his giant cup of soda. "That hat does look pretty ridiculous."
"It's rather packed in here. You'd really chance kncoking me into an innocent?" Loki dropped his feet to the ground, hand busying themselves by tugging at the cuffs of his shirt sleeves.
"I didn't come here looking for a fight. You'll know when I do."
"I thought you liked having fun?" Thor peaked over his shoulder, eyeing Loki harshly.
This whole movie business wasn't something he was used to. He took another huge slurp from his cup. It had been a long time since he and Loki could really sit in the same space. He wondered if this movie had anything to do with it.
"And ill be ready and waiting." The trailers started to show, but Type wasn't used to those, so every time it ended with a new reel he was confused.
"Clearly my idea of fun is vastly different from yours," he replied quietly, the barest hint of snideness in his tone.
Although overly loud for his tastes, Loki was somewhat familiar with films. He much preferred plays, and the idea of taking Sigyn to one flitted through his mind. He made one last check of his phone before turning it off completely. He was aware enough to know anything other than rapt attention to the screen was considered rude, and that included talking.
Thor sneered popcorn soon following his drink with obnoxious sounds. The theater might have been new but food never was and Thor could eat buckets of popcorn.
Once the previews finished Thor assumed the movie started, the whole theater got quiet. As soon as Loki's character appeared, Thor remembered the image and laughed when no one else did.
"Is that you?" He asked through a fit of booming laughter.
Loki only moved enough to look at Thor out of the corner of his eye. "Generally," he said, "you don't speak during films. And it's not like you've room to talk."
Loki liked New York. He liked being close to his allies and knowing where his enemies were located. He didn't want to pick up and move just because Thor decided to shout like a buffoon about their identities.
He flicked a piece of popcorn at the trickster, not at all liking being told what to do. His laughter died when his own face showed up. He made a face.
"Is that me?" The blonde looked pretty. It could have very well been why Thor's looks had softened over time.
Loki wondered how these mortals imagined there was easy access to modern hair styling tools in Asgard. There was absolutely no way anyone's hair stayed so coiffed without an iron and some sort of heavy-duty adhesive.
"It is an actor in a work of fiction," he hissed, "and clearly resembles no one in real life." There was a silent you idiot tacked onto the end of that, because really, he knew Thor was thick, but there was no way he could be this thick. "Beside, did you not hear about the first film? You know, the one actually called Thor?"
"I don't remember it." He didn't. Though her seen it on television once, he obviously fell asleep through it. It also had not had a much hype as this film. And it wasn't just their costumes that were laughable. The man in the iron suit, the star spangled man in spandex was also....strange. Even more odd was they way he and Loki's counterparts spoke. Even he had to turn his head in confusion. Couldn't they just say it without fluffy words. There was already too much talking.