VOLCANO QUEST!

[story_and_teller]

WHO: Loki & Loki
WHAT: SHENANIGANS.
WHEN: Presently, at the present time, whenever that may be.
WHERE: An island.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Lokis perhaps count as a warning by themselves.


[ The day dawns bright and clear over the docks in Sorcerytown, the thick golden light of dawn glittering on the water. In the distance, the peak of a mountain on a distant island can just barely be seen through the haze of the horizon from where Loki - taller, (slightly) sexier edition - sits, with his legs swinging out over the waters of high tide.

He's waiting. Though hopefully not for long. ]

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[ikols]

[ The teleportation means she has to rub her eyes when the brighter climes of Tomorrowland engulf them, the diner as familiar as their home. In their very own booth, she tips her head back on the cushioning and closes her eyes, keeping them like that when ordering bacon and waffles off the server. ]

Everything is terrible.

[ She's not prone to exaggeration, what do you mean. ]

[story_and_teller]

Surely not everything. Almost everything, yeah, sure.

[ He orders the same, along with two of the diner's Special Hot Chocolates, thick and rich and piled high with whipped cream. ]

Bacon's not terrible.

[ikols]

I don't see any bacon in front of me yet.

[ Like the world(s) will end if that sore fact isn't rectified soon. ]

You eat mine. I'll waste away.

[story_and_teller]

What, and make me go on some epic quest to restore you?

[ He sticks his tongue out. And winks. ]

[ikols]

[ The look she gives him is more than sceptical. You wouldn't do that, no one would. Still moping when a plate of bacon waffles is slid in front of her, she sighs dramatically and pushes it in front of Storyteller instead. ]

[story_and_teller]

[ He pushes it back over to her. ]

Because I would. I'd rather not have to though.

[ikols]

[ It's only a murmur, but, ] Maybe I should have stayed dead, it might have been better than this.

[ This weakness, helplessness. ]

[story_and_teller]

[ Oh no.

Loki moves, scooching into the seat next to her, and wrapping an arm around her again, and nuzzling into her neck, murmuring back. ]

Never.

[ Threads his fingers with hers, and gives them a squeeze, sharing his own power as he does. ]

[ikols]

[ She turns her face to hide in his hair, collected into his arms like a doll that moves when prompted. If she soaks up the energy he offers then it's accidental, pulling her hand back into her own lap as soon as she realises. ]

No, I'll do it myself. Don't give me anything, you need it — you don't know how badly you do.

[story_and_teller]

Here, in this place? I have plenty. I'm the God of Stories now, Loki. This place is stories.

[ He gives her another comforting squeeze, barely looking up to give the waitress a nod when she brings his waffles and their hot chocolate. ]

[ikols]

It doesn't matter, they'll take it from you somehow. They'll try. You stupid, sweet thing, I don't know how you ever came from me.

[ Clinging to him like a dead weight, Loki resolves to stay where she is even as she gives up enough room to let him eat. If he wants. ]

[story_and_teller]

[ A stasis spell will keep their food nice and hot, thank you, because keeping Loki close his more important right now. ]

You mean they'll try. [ There's a hard edge to his voice. ] And they'll fail.

[ikols]

[ But stasis spells taste chewier, oh no. Her fault.

The steel in his tone is comforting, especially when she isn't sure that Thor wouldn't have any problem dragging her off again if he found them. It would be worse than the first time because she would know exactly how many people would stand up for her at the end of it; zero.

Except Storyteller if he could keep her here. She sighs against his neck, curling her fingers into his again but minus the magical sideshow going on between. ]

I think I need a time-out.

[story_and_teller]

I got the TV to give us Netflix.

[ He makes the offer, and strokes her hair again, over her shoulders, down her back. ]

[ikols]

See? Sweet.

[ Reluctantly, and only for him, she reaches out and breaks off some waffle to tap him on the lips with. Here you go, she's sorry for being a miserable bitch. ]

[story_and_teller]

[ He opens his mouth for the bite, mmm.

And then returns the favour. ]

Only for you.