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★ — lady-of-loyalty
Dark brows rose lightly at the two people who decided to show up, his face contorting into something of question, yet surprise at the same time. Why were they even there? He did recognize one though. Sigyn. How could he not? They’d been friends since they were children and last Loki knew she had become a healer.. or at least he thought she had, he could always be wrong, of course. There was no saying since he had been a while since he had last seen her. The other, though, seemed familiar, yet he just couldn’t say for sure whether he’d seen him around before. Maybe he was familiar because he was a Frost Giant. Who knew. Loki just ended up shrugging it off. Cursing under his breath, the god glitched, and just ended up taking a deep breath. “Sigyn, and other. What do you wish of me?”
He looks up at his brother as he hears the main door to their floor in Stark Tower close. He makes his way out of the living room, heading towards Loki’s room for he knows that that is where the trickster would be headed. He waits there for a few moments before Loki arrives. Putting on a smile, he looks at Loki. “How did it go today, brother? Were they able to help you anymore?”
“Sadly it was all the same results. Maybe you should come next time; it is possible that you could help.” He replied lightly, taking a deep breath when he just ended up glitching again, then twice. Ugh. He hated this so much. If he couldn’t get rid of it, he hoped they’d at least be able make it so it was less frequent, but even that wasn’t even going to happen. They didn’t know what was doing it in the first place… The thought made him sigh and he shook his head.
Thor was simple in his thinking. He took the face of others’ words as truth, and that included his brother - which was oft why he was at the mercy of his mischief. He bowed his head and gave his brother a gentle smile -
- until his body seemed to lag in their time, not able to full form for one moment, then another. It made him more concerned than suspicious, and he cocked a brow up. “Are you certain it is the truth you have given me?” It had not been long, but Thor had already associated the ‘glitching’, as Midgard seemed to refer to it, with something not quite right in Loki’s actions or words or thoughts. The request, too, was odd, if only because it was strangely non-specific. “What lies within the chest?” he asked, not quite at the point of following Loki’s orders blindly. He wished for his comfort, of course, but he had flashes of the Destroyer in his mind, flashes of his friends exhausted and almost-dead, and he could not trust Loki with all his heart as he once had. Not yet.
There was silence and Loki sighed lightly as he gave a small shake of his head; once again glitching. “You do not trust me.” He replied a matter-of-factly, though the hurt was a bit more evident then the prince would have liked. “Tis fine, I can do without my stuff upon that insufferable Realm anyways.” No, that was also a lie and he glitched again, quickly turning away from the other. That chest was something he needed. It would help him get his children back but he couldn’t tell the other that. No, he’d go tell the All-father because he feels that it’s better to betray the ones you love just so someone can be.. proud? He wasn’t sure if that was the right word, but he knew the other would never truly help him. He was worthy and he was still loyal to the All-father himself. Sad, if you asked him.
“Also, if you think that that chest holds weapons, you should knew that all my weapons and potions are all in a different spot. They are not needed to be kept in a magical locked chest. You of all people should know this.” That wasn’t a lie, and Loki was already ready to leave because he kept glitching again and again and it was annoying. He did it ten times as much with the other then with someone else, and he hated it.
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“Brother,” Thor greeted with a nod of his head. It was strange, this magik that affected him this way. Fascinating, and yet while it inspired awe within him, it also made his stomach tight and ill. T’was not right. “I hope the accomodations made for you by the warrior brothers of SHIELD are to your liking?” He preferred to say it was his SHIELD brothers and not the Man of Iron, if only so Loki would not feel like he owed anyone. It was a room in Thor’s floor in Stark Tower, but unfortunately Thor had had no say in its decorations or amenities. They shared the rest, the kitchen, the living room, but it seemed strange with Loki around after so long. Good, but strange, as if there was some resentment he had yet to be forgiven for. “Do you sleep well? I could bring you your old furs from Asgard. Would that bring better comfort?”
“I sleep fine Thor.” A lie. “I am capable of sleeping through the night. You should know that.” Another lie. He didn’t sleep fine. He had nightmares about so much, and the glitch seemed to make it worse. While he only got a couple minutes of sleep before he’d wake up screaming, yet the only one who ever heard him was JARVIS. That machine that Loki actually liked. Liked more then anyone else because of his sarcastic and funny remarks to the Man of Iron. He thought it was rather genius, yet that wasn’t what he needed to think of now. It didn’t matter. He didn’t sleep and the other, he hoped, was still stupid enough to see right past his lies like he usually did. Loki had usually been a talented liar, but ever since this glitching problem had started occuring, his lies had been noticed right away and it got on his nerves. With that in mind, Loki glitched once, twice. He cursed himself under his breath and just shook his head lightly. “I want nothing from Asgard. If you wish to get me anything from it, you can get me my small chest within my closet within my chambers there. Bring it to me and I’ll be comforted best.” Or, at least thats what he believed.
Loki stared at his twin with his eyebrows raised. He had been walking around the outer reaches of the Palace on Asgard, not practising his magick at all. Then he somehow ended up standing in front of his handsome twin, with no idea of how he had ended up there. He was pleasantly surprised to see that this twin was his exact replica, in every way, and that unnerved him a little bit. Perhaps it was his twin who had moved him there to be with him, he was not sure, so when his twin asked him who he was he shook his head.
“I am Loki, of Asgard,” He said, as he bowed his head to his twin and kept his hands by his sides in a non threatening manner. “May I ask you where I am and how I came to be here? Also, why do you look exactly like me, in every way? How is that possible, twin?”
A small brow raised on Loki and he glitched again, a little as to this whole situation. The other was Loki? No. He himself was Loki. Not Loki of Asgard, but he was Loki. The thought made him glitch once more and he took a deep breath. He hated it when he did that, and truly, it did hurt a bit as well. Whether or not he’d ever figure out why he continued to do that was beyond him, but he hoped that he would soon. He’d rather not be stuck doing this for the rest of his life. The sooner he got rid of this glitching problem, Loki would get his magic back, and he’d be able to do whatever he wished; It was something the he wished would happen already.
“My name is Loki, as well. I believe that might be why we look a lot alike if you are truly who you say you are. As for where you are, you are in Stark Tower, in the Kitchen.” He had replied smoothly, cursing under his breath when he glitched again. Because of this, he ignored the others other questions.
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