Loki | MCU (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} subtletrick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
The shift in positions - the shift in power - did not initially seem to impact Loki. He sat, hands still folded loosely on the table, and his expression remained as cool and unphased as ever as she whispered in his ear, maybe even a touch of amusement there, a subtle twist of the lips, a subtle narrowing of his eyes.
“I see.” He nodded slightly, though it wasn’t quite agreement (it wasn’t disagreement, either, because she had a point - if the power he could sense here was to be turned against him, if he unleashed his own power here, there would be no survivors). It was… acknowledgement, at best.
She was good. He was better.
His response was brief, and in the space of the even and measured breath that followed, he reached inwards towards his magic, towards the space between spaces. A tug here and a fold there, and Loki was no longer seated beside the woman, but rather in the seat she had just recently vacated. He tilted his head slightly, adjusting his neck (more for show than anything, as if to say ah, yes, that’s better, as if making a show of becoming more comfortable), then reaching across the table to collect his own cup and lift it to his lips for a sip of the sickly-sweet drink, letting the silence hang.
She could not take the position of power over this conversation without his permission. He would not be contained.
After he set the cup back on it’s small plate, he folded his hands again.
“Now, then. A friend, you say? Or do you perhaps intend to take more of a prison guard role, ensuring that I take no steps out of line with whatever it is you expect will occur? I have no great love of being smothered, my friend.” The end carries a bitter tone, an almost mocking lift to the words. There was little Loki enjoyed less than feeling caged.