Loki Laufeyson (adoptedjotun) wrote in payline, @ 2014-02-01 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, loki laufeyson (au) |
Who: Loki Laufeyson(AU) and OPEN
When: 3 AM or later; sometime after Dinah Lance (AU) convinces him not to start a riot
Where: As far back into the Irish pub as one can get
Rating: Medium-ish
Warnings: Likely violence since this is still Loki
Summary: Watching the network quietly can only be so entertaining, but he's learned quite a bit. Mostly, Loki's biding his time.
Status: Open, incomplete
When Tony Stark had so flippantly offered him a drink, Loki had been sorely tempted to laugh in his face. Yet at least six weeks later, he'd had to at least inwardly admit that while Midgardian spirits were hardly as strong as the mead in Asgard, they were one of the few reprieves from the level of general asinine stupidity that he witnessed day to day. He didn't miss Thor's woman constant urging him to make himself useful and he missed Darcy Lewis' habit of prattling on about some tumbling thing on her computer even less, but even those were preferable to this false realm's communication.
People were bored or wanting to go home, or perhaps just so over-saturated with food and drink that they left nonsensical messages about food and sex, but it only served to prove to him that Midgard was as lost as it ever was. But he had gone over everything - it seemed as though most of his enemies were there. The songbird hadn't been lying about his brother, but she'd neglected to mention that both Jane and Darcy were present, but it seemed they all already had their own Loki. A Loki with his magic intact, no less. As interesting as that was, he knew he could use it.
It left him with a means of survival if it were absolutely necessary - not because he believed his other self would hold any sympathy, but because he was still well-versed in the art of lies. He'd not announced his presence to anyone and unless the remains of his magic decided to betray him as was their current wont, there was no reason these cattle would be able to tell the difference. It was a means of gathering information for the time being. He could no more maintain a duplicate than he could throw anyone from a window, much less Tony Stark. Now was a time to remain silent and Loki knew that.
But he swirled the whiskey in its glass nevertheless, watching it closely. His temperature was normal. The illusion over his jotun appearance was in place and yet he barely trusted it to stay. It only happened when he fought. Or grew angry...and that was certainly Odin's cruelty at work. Yet sooner or later, he knew the frost would spread, the glass would break, and there would be more ice. It was really only a matter of time, so Loki kept drinking. He was almost hoping for some form of confrontation. If nothing else, watching the effects the touch of a jotun had on Midgardian flesh had its merits.