Well, the fun ends as soon as the pictures are out. [She gives him a quick glance, all mischievous humor, before turning her attention to unlock the door. It swings open and she punches in her alarm code before moving aside so they can both step in.
She sets the second bag and her keys down on the little table in the entry way so she can shrug her coat off and hang it up. Underneath, she's wearing a deep purple silk dress, her back mostly bare save for the laces that criss cross their way down to a bow at the small of her back.]
Indeed it does, my visits will cease. Neither of us want that, do we? [ He could probably finish binging the shows he had been watching, but hanging out with Natasha was more fun.
He was totally watching that code, but if he really wanted in, he could just portal himself in. He wouldn't though. Following Natasha inside, he sat the bag with the second one, a moment spared to look at the dress before he waved his hand. A flash of seidr and a few bottles of expensive champagne appear on the table. ]
You think I would forget? I am insulted.[ Not really, but still it was best to not ask where they came from, since they're all Midgard brands, an extra bottle was at the side, a bottle of Asgardian berry mead. ] I can fetch more if needed.
Aw, are you saying you'd miss me? [She deflects easily, shooting him a grin over her shoulder before she turns to look at the bottles that have appeared. With an arched brow, she points at them.] Tony's bar stock, and Odin's? [It's a shot in the dark, but she's fairly confident of her aim.
Natasha steps out of her heels and nudges them to the side, then picks the bags back up and leads the way into the kitchen, trusting him to follow with the bottles.] I don't think we'll need more unless you're planning on getting shitfaced.
I said nothing. Nice try. [ So that was a yes. Loki didn't have many people he considered to be on friendly terms with. Even if she was a connection via Thor he could ignore that for now. Not like most of his friendship didn't all extend from Thor. Much to his displeasure. ] Something like that, neither will miss it. I could buy it, but it tastes better when liberated.
[ He grinned as he snapped, and the bottles vanished, reappearing in the kitchen, the champagne into her fridge, and the meat onto the counter. Mead was best at room temperature or heated. ] No, I don't intend too, I am quite near my quota of hangovers this month. I took Thor up on a drinking contest. That is one contest I never win and always fall into.
Yeah, you'd miss me. [Natasha is fairly certain he relishes the good natured shit giving she provides. It never comes from a place of making fun of him - more of a recognition that she understands him a bit better now, several late night drinking and movie watching sessions later.
She leans against the counter, arms loosely folded as she listens to him. Her mouth curls in a little smirk.] How many days did it take you to recover from that one? [Thor certainly knows how to put them away. She picks up the bottle of mead to examine the label.] Is this something I can try or will it end with me plastered to the wall?
I did not say that. [ He tsked as he said it. It was just spoken just as playfully as many of the remarks he makes. He's gotten more comfortable around her, watching movies and drinking around her. It was giving her a view into the brother that Thor misses. A side of him that he's still denying his brother at nearly every turn.
Shaking his head at the memory of that hang over. ] Only half a day, but mother is better at healing magicks than I. When I skipped our lessons, she came to check on me. I would have rather had the hangover, to be honest. [ He wasn't upset, he knows Frigga means well. Being reminded that his skills are not the same as his brothers never sits well with him. The label was in Asgardian, but Loki snapped, as it translated itself for her. Aged about two centuries and flavored with assorted Asgardian berries. Something like blueberries and cherries. ]
Most I would say plastered to the wall, with you? A shot or two should be fine.
Didn't have to. I read between the lines. [The banter is playful and easy, and absolutely not something she would have expected the first time she cautiously opened a door for him. But she does quite like spending time with him. He's far more multifaceted than he gives himself credit for. One of these days she's going to meddle and 'accidentally' invite both brothers over at the same time.] Sort of sweet that she came all this way just for that, though.
[Her eyes are still on the label when he snaps, and she smiles as the letters suddenly change into ones she can read. Though she does glance up at his comment.] I can't decide whether I should be flattered or concerned.
[Opening a cabinet, she reaches up and takes out a shot glass and a tumbler. The shot glass she only fills half way - cautious, but she pours a measure of the mead into the tumbler for him until he indicates she should stop. Picking up her shot glass, she takes a sniff of the liquid before taking a sip, and then looks pleased as she swallows it.] Good choice. It sort of reminds me of a sangria made with elderflower liqueur.
Mmhmm, so I see. [ He still wont admit it, but that amused tone says enough. Loki would never admit that he had honestly not expected her to open the door that first time. It was good that she had. She was fun, and he was learning more about Midgard from hanging around her place than his time in New Mexico. He even shared the chocolate covered strawberries with Thor. ] Oh, she didn't, I was in Asgard. She doesn't mind coming to Midgard but her duties keep her very busy.
[ Loki would have felt bad if she had come all the way to Midgard to cure his hang over. He'd admit feeling bad when his mother was the subject, everyone else it would be like pulling teeth. ]
Both, as always is good. [ Loki was able to use the all speak, but for the Midgardians he had his spell to translate for them. One he's used for Jane on one of his books he loaned her.
About half the tumbler and he motioned for her to stop. He didn't intend to get plastered tonight, and that mead would mess him up faster than the champagne. ] Add that to the list for me to try.
Oh yeah? How's visiting Asgard been? [Natasha's certain that he would have been glad of an opportunity to spend time with his mother. But his relationships with the rest of the Asgardians seem...fraught, at best. She makes a mental note to circle back around to that half-formed idea of an intergalactic garden exchange.
She takes another small sip of the mead, mentally cataloging the contents of her liquor cabinet for a moment. Though she typically just drinks vodka when left to her own devices, she keeps a pretty well stocked collection. It's perhaps a bit indulgent, but she does like to make cocktails for the small number of people she allows to come over.] I don't have the right ingredients to do a sangria. But I do have a bottle of elderflower liqueur I could use to make a drink with the champagne if you wanted to try that.
Quite the same as it ever was. We do not call it the realm eternal for nothing. It rarely chases, unless someone causes some mischief.
[ He grins when he says it, though, his mischief is less appreciated these days. And most problems are blamed on him, even if he wasn't there. That too amuses him when it doesn't infuriate him.
Loki wouldn't think her stock indulgent, but he was a spoiled prince. So, his opinion might be biased. ]
If you think it would be good, then I will try that. I do no mind waiting though.
Can't imagine who that someone might be. [Her tone is all banked humor. She can see how he'd easily put a spanner in the works in Asgard.
Her head inclines and she gives a quick shrug.] Wouldn't have offered if it wouldn't be good. Why don't you start getting the food out and I'll make the drinks? [The paper bag is full of Chinese food, and inside the plastic bag is a large box of chocolate strawberries. Seems almost like a tradition by now.
She disappears into the other room momentarily, then returns with the little glass bottle of liqueur.]
No idea at all. [ He teased, the both knew, and it amused him. Loki didn't have to be anyone else but himself when he hung out around Natasha, and that was what he needed at the moment.
Nodding, he tipped his head back and looked at the bag. Flicking his wrist. Instead of helping out like a normal person, the bag was unpacking itself. Moving the food to their usual place. Two of her wine glasses floating down as well, his fingers still in the air until everything was in place. His grin in place again, seeing the strawberries. Yes! ]
[Natasha shoots him an amused look when she comes back to the kitchen to find the food parading its way around in mid-air. Like she accidentally wandered into Fantasia.] Was the food too heavy for you? [The joke is delivered dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching into a little grin.
She gets the champagne and club soda out of the fridge. The liqueur is poured into the glasses first, then she carefully uncorks the champagne and adds that to the glasses, followed by the club soda. The result is a light, bright cocktail, the liqueur adding a subtle flowery, fruity note to the flavor. She hands him over one of the glasses.] What's the verdict?
[ Oh, Fantasia he would probably love. No one had showed him that yet. Tipping his head her way once everything was down, grinning like the cat who caught the canary. ] Of course not, but why do it myself when I can do it with a simple spell?
[ He just liked showing off.
As she poured the drink, he pushed off the chair to meet her halfway. Taking the drink as offered. A drink taken as he made a face. Taking another drink before nodding. ] It is very good, I quite like this, Natasha.
I've been told it builds character. [She meets his expression with an easy smirk, undaunted as ever. Once she hands his glass off to him, she takes a sip of her own. It's not a liqueur that she uses often, but it does blend nicely with the champagne.
Her brow arches when she catches that he's used her first name. And honestly, she can't resist teasing him about it.] Wow, Natasha, huh? It must be good.
So, I've been told as well. Never listened, but been told. [ Loki rather liked the floral notes of the liqueur. A second drink and he nodded Natasha's way. It was enjoyable. ]
Sometimes, I feel it is fine. [ He teased with a playful grin. Though using her first name was a true sign of a budding friendship and trust from him. ]
Do you usually say 'I have plenty of character on my own, thank you'? [She hazards a guess, and there's a playful hint of humor in her eyes. Likely because she mimics his accent when she says it, with a fair degree of accuracy.
Even so, she lifts her drink in a brief cheers before taking another sip herself.] I'll consider this my signature cocktail.
No, I should have, but I generally just roll my eyes and walk away. Or hex them. [ not a drop of shame in it. Though, he's lying partly. He absolutely has said that before.
Though, he gives her a look when she mimics his accent. Amused more than not.
Taking another drink before nodding.] You should! Perhaps later I will share mine.
[It's likely no surprise to him that she's undeterred by his look. Or his claim that he hexes them. She suspects it would be a more playful hex, when left to his own devices.
A brow quirks with interest when he says he'll share his own cocktail later.] So long as it's not something that will give me an Asgardian hangover. [She takes another sip of her drink and then sets it down so she can start unpacking the food.] So, are we going to waste these outfits and stay in all night?
[ He was not surprised, more amused than not. Though she was right. His hexes were often harmless. Or just amusing to him. ]
Oh, it will, but in the morning a hangover cure will be awaiting you. I already have it with me.
[ Reaching into his suit jacket and removing two strange shaped vials that were glowing an unearthly blue, and sitting them down. ] I came prepared this time. And no, I assumed we would be going out on the town, or wherever you desired.
Well, happy New Year to me. [She says it with a smile, eyeing the weirdly glowing vials when he sets them down. For the most part, Natasha subscribes to the 'magic is just science we don't understand yet' theory. But then someone will do something like casually violate the laws of physics or produce something that should by all means radioactive and she has to reconsider her theory.]
I've got a car coming in about an hour, so I'm glad you're on the same page. Grab some food, we can figure out where to go while we eat.
Something like that, yes. [ A playful smile sent her way as he sat up more to grab some of the food. After the first few times eating around her, he no longer hid how much he could eat. He was just as bad as Steve and the others on any day of the week.
As for the magic, he would argue that it can easily be explained in scientific terms, but he wouldn't explain it. ] An hour seems more than adequate, tell me, have you had any more wild adventures since last I visited?
[ The Trickster asked before starting to work on the plate before him. Loki enjoyed conversation while they eat, a side effect of growing up with feasts and banquets always happening. ]
[Natasha has noticed that he's gotten more comfortable as they've spent time together. And she's glad to see it. There's still spaces where she has to wear a mask, to lie because the truth is too hard for some people to swallow. It's exhausting. Being able to increase the number of spaces he can lower his guard even a few inches can only be a good thing.
She gets the food she wants on her plate and claims a seat at the table. There's an amused look on her face, brow arched at his question.]
Depends on how you define adventures. I got a new recruit to challenge Clint to a game of darts. It was really funny to watch.
[ There were still spots his walls would stay firmly in place. At least for a while, the betrayal of the Warriors Three and Sif still hurt. It was to really fully trust friends again. More so after losing those he considered friends for over a millennium. Only to realize they may never have been his friends in the first place.
Natasha, much like Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster, had seemed to realize one key thing. If you feed Loki, and keep him amused, he's not so bad. He was far from being the person he was before his fall, but he was slowly rebuilding.
After a few bites, he arched a brow. ]
Oh, now that sounds amusing, how did they fare against Barton? [ Clint was not someone Loki tried much to talk too, but he had been forced by Thor to apologize at least. ]
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[ He asked as she approached, his phone slipped into his jacket pocket. One ear bud still in. The case of course, was green.
Taking the bag when she handed it over, not even complaining. It's a small price. ] I prefer to look proper when given the chance.
[ It will be a hot day on Jotunheim before he's ever seen in jeans or shorts. ]
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She sets the second bag and her keys down on the little table in the entry way so she can shrug her coat off and hang it up. Underneath, she's wearing a deep purple silk dress, her back mostly bare save for the laces that criss cross their way down to a bow at the small of her back.]
Did you remember the champagne?
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He was totally watching that code, but if he really wanted in, he could just portal himself in. He wouldn't though. Following Natasha inside, he sat the bag with the second one, a moment spared to look at the dress before he waved his hand. A flash of seidr and
a few bottles of expensive champagne appear on the table. ]
You think I would forget? I am insulted.[ Not really, but still it was best to not ask where they came from, since they're all Midgard brands, an extra bottle was at the side, a bottle of Asgardian berry mead. ] I can fetch more if needed.
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Natasha steps out of her heels and nudges them to the side, then picks the bags back up and leads the way into the kitchen, trusting him to follow with the bottles.] I don't think we'll need more unless you're planning on getting shitfaced.
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[ He grinned as he snapped, and the bottles vanished, reappearing in the kitchen, the champagne into her fridge, and the meat onto the counter. Mead was best at room temperature or heated. ] No, I don't intend too, I am quite near my quota of hangovers this month. I took Thor up on a drinking contest. That is one contest I never win and always fall into.
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She leans against the counter, arms loosely folded as she listens to him. Her mouth curls in a little smirk.] How many days did it take you to recover from that one? [Thor certainly knows how to put them away. She picks up the bottle of mead to examine the label.] Is this something I can try or will it end with me plastered to the wall?
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Shaking his head at the memory of that hang over. ] Only half a day, but mother is better at healing magicks than I. When I skipped our lessons, she came to check on me. I would have rather had the hangover, to be honest. [ He wasn't upset, he knows Frigga means well. Being reminded that his skills are not the same as his brothers never sits well with him. The label was in Asgardian, but Loki snapped, as it translated itself for her. Aged about two centuries and flavored with assorted Asgardian berries. Something like blueberries and cherries. ]
Most I would say plastered to the wall, with you? A shot or two should be fine.
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[Her eyes are still on the label when he snaps, and she smiles as the letters suddenly change into ones she can read. Though she does glance up at his comment.] I can't decide whether I should be flattered or concerned.
[Opening a cabinet, she reaches up and takes out a shot glass and a tumbler. The shot glass she only fills half way - cautious, but she pours a measure of the mead into the tumbler for him until he indicates she should stop. Picking up her shot glass, she takes a sniff of the liquid before taking a sip, and then looks pleased as she swallows it.] Good choice. It sort of reminds me of a sangria made with elderflower liqueur.
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[ Loki would have felt bad if she had come all the way to Midgard to cure his hang over. He'd admit feeling bad when his mother was the subject, everyone else it would be like pulling teeth. ]
Both, as always is good. [ Loki was able to use the all speak, but for the Midgardians he had his spell to translate for them. One he's used for Jane on one of his books he loaned her.
About half the tumbler and he motioned for her to stop. He didn't intend to get plastered tonight, and that mead would mess him up faster than the champagne. ] Add that to the list for me to try.
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She takes another small sip of the mead, mentally cataloging the contents of her liquor cabinet for a moment. Though she typically just drinks vodka when left to her own devices, she keeps a pretty well stocked collection. It's perhaps a bit indulgent, but she does like to make cocktails for the small number of people she allows to come over.] I don't have the right ingredients to do a sangria. But I do have a bottle of elderflower liqueur I could use to make a drink with the champagne if you wanted to try that.
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[ He grins when he says it, though, his mischief is less appreciated these days. And most problems are blamed on him, even if he wasn't there. That too amuses him when it doesn't infuriate him.
Loki wouldn't think her stock indulgent, but he was a spoiled prince. So, his opinion might be biased. ]
If you think it would be good, then I will try that. I do no mind waiting though.
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Her head inclines and she gives a quick shrug.] Wouldn't have offered if it wouldn't be good. Why don't you start getting the food out and I'll make the drinks? [The paper bag is full of Chinese food, and inside the plastic bag is a large box of chocolate strawberries. Seems almost like a tradition by now.
She disappears into the other room momentarily, then returns with the little glass bottle of liqueur.]
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Nodding, he tipped his head back and looked at the bag. Flicking his wrist. Instead of helping out like a normal person, the bag was unpacking itself. Moving the food to their usual place. Two of her wine glasses floating down as well, his fingers still in the air until everything was in place. His grin in place again, seeing the strawberries. Yes! ]
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She gets the champagne and club soda out of the fridge. The liqueur is poured into the glasses first, then she carefully uncorks the champagne and adds that to the glasses, followed by the club soda. The result is a light, bright cocktail, the liqueur adding a subtle flowery, fruity note to the flavor. She hands him over one of the glasses.] What's the verdict?
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[ He just liked showing off.
As she poured the drink, he pushed off the chair to meet her halfway. Taking the drink as offered. A drink taken as he made a face. Taking another drink before nodding. ] It is very good, I quite like this, Natasha.
[ Oh look, he finally said her name. ]
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Her brow arches when she catches that he's used her first name. And honestly, she can't resist teasing him about it.] Wow, Natasha, huh? It must be good.
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Sometimes, I feel it is fine. [ He teased with a playful grin. Though using her first name was a true sign of a budding friendship and trust from him. ]
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Even so, she lifts her drink in a brief cheers before taking another sip herself.] I'll consider this my signature cocktail.
I'm finally back!
Though, he gives her a look when she mimics his accent. Amused more than not.
Taking another drink before nodding.] You should! Perhaps later I will share mine.
welcome back!
A brow quirks with interest when he says he'll share his own cocktail later.] So long as it's not something that will give me an Asgardian hangover. [She takes another sip of her drink and then sets it down so she can start unpacking the food.] So, are we going to waste these outfits and stay in all night?
Thank you!
Oh, it will, but in the morning a hangover cure will be awaiting you. I already have it with me.
[ Reaching into his suit jacket and removing two strange shaped vials that were glowing an unearthly blue, and sitting them down. ] I came prepared this time. And no, I assumed we would be going out on the town, or wherever you desired.
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I've got a car coming in about an hour, so I'm glad you're on the same page. Grab some food, we can figure out where to go while we eat.
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As for the magic, he would argue that it can easily be explained in scientific terms, but he wouldn't explain it. ] An hour seems more than adequate, tell me, have you had any more wild adventures since last I visited?
[ The Trickster asked before starting to work on the plate before him. Loki enjoyed conversation while they eat, a side effect of growing up with feasts and banquets always happening. ]
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She gets the food she wants on her plate and claims a seat at the table. There's an amused look on her face, brow arched at his question.]
Depends on how you define adventures. I got a new recruit to challenge Clint to a game of darts. It was really funny to watch.
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Natasha, much like Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster, had seemed to realize one key thing. If you feed Loki, and keep him amused, he's not so bad. He was far from being the person he was before his fall, but he was slowly rebuilding.
After a few bites, he arched a brow. ]
Oh, now that sounds amusing, how did they fare against Barton? [ Clint was not someone Loki tried much to talk too, but he had been forced by Thor to apologize at least. ]
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My math in the pervious tag goofed he should have said 1,941.
math is overrated! i am willing to pretend it said that all along