z_jay | Luceti | Appointments

[It's well into the evening, to the point where everyone is nicely lubricated but not actually plowed under yet. Rogue's just gone home thanks to the increasing alcohol levels at the party, so Loki wanders over to poke at Eugene.]

My lady's gone home. But she does wish you a happy birthing day. [He has no idea of any exchanges the two might have had before. At least not on this evening.]

Y'know... [He's always tried to choose his words carefully, but right now-- it's another story.]

I am pretty sure she hates my guts with the fiery passion of a bajillion suns or something but...

[She's been keeping something barely restrained, and in a way, it showed she was particularly strong-willed to hold that resolve. But she'd been mad, as far as he had understood, though some things he noticed despite the context of the situation]

Your girlfriend is really hot. I mean, you're hot-- lots of people in Luceti are hot. Jack and I noticed it after a few days because it was kind of weird, but... she's definitely... damn.

Loki giggled. "I don't know about hating you that much. She hasn't said anything to me. My lady can be rather... intimidating when she so chooses."

He did preen a little, but that was rather lessened by the whole 'lots of people in Luceti are hot.' "Oh, is the number of attractive people that unusual? I hadn't noticed. Are humans normally more ugly?" Grin. "But yes. She is very comely. She caught my eye immediately, you know. And she's mine."

"No kidding, man. I really don't know how to react around her." He blinked slowly as Loki asked about the state of other humans, thinking on it. "Maybe it's more... they're... they're okay with being attractive." Or the attention didn't bother them. It took him a moment to catch on to the other implication that Loki was part of the commonwealth, as it were.

"But you're pretty, too. Your nose is nice, face is nice, eyes, and... hair and all that stuff that's nice..." he trailed off as Loki grinned, imagining Rogue in his own mind's eye. "...She is yours, yeah. You don't-- like, mind... that I say she's hot, right? I mean, it's the truth between us two dudes..."

"Persistent, bold, and willing to flee when you've worn out your welcome, I'd say." It had worked for him. "And she rather likes it when people are blunt and honest with her. Which I find odd, but arresting."

"Nay, I do not mind at all. I think it good that others might find her so comely, for she is, very much. I think all ought to admire the woman I have managed to capture with my wits and charm." He grinned. "And she is not my wife, you know. I might become jealous, but there is fun to be had in that too."

...only saying that because he liked Eugene. And admittedly wanted a piece of Eugene for himself. If he didn't like Eugene, there'd be a dagger showing up sometime soon.

"Well, just because she's not your wife doesn't mean you won't-- like, turn into Godzilla if I say hey, nice rack. Which is also... quite nice. And the space between where her back meets her legs--" he almost began quoting Firefly, but stopped short as he was absolutely convinced Loki wouldn't appreciate the joke.

Too bad. He was gonna have to introduce him to that show.

"God, if I didn't have this soul-gripping fear she would tear my spine out I'd be more blunt. She likes that?" Warrior woman. Dammit, he needed to stop comparing her to Zoe.

"I'm... actually glad she showed up. Even if it was kind of... awkward."

"All of the spaces and all of the curvy bits," Loki said, smiling. "All of her, really. I'm rather partial to everything." He laughed. "I do not own her body nor her honor. If you offend her, I shall trust her to deal with you as she sees fit. And if I should feel jealous, then I think that ought to make for some most excellent sex."

Welcome to Asgardian sexual culture, buddy.

And he could hope, about the sex. He hadn't really felt like sleeping with anyone lately. Not since coming back from the dead.

"She can smell it when you use the... the... bullshit. Yes. Do not be crass with her, but do not dissemble, yes?"

"I was pleased she came as well. She does not like parties. Awkward?"

What words he did have were forestalled before he had the chance to push them out of his mouth. Was he hearing things, projecting and putting Loki's voice to thoughts he didn't even know he had? For a moment he stared before flicking himself in the forehead, and somehow everything cleared again.

"I'll ask for a handicap. I have both legs, but I don't think I'd win in a fight."

But then he turned and sniffed himself, then leaned over and sniffed at Loki, trying to determine if he held the same talent as Rogue. He didn't, but he did smell the alcohol on Loki's breath. "She's more of an introvert? And yes, awkward. Humans are just awkward."

"Oh no. She would dismantle you quite handily, if you offended her." He smiled broadly. "Feisty women, Eugene. They are the best. And shall be the death of me one day, I am sure."

"Mmm, she does not care for crowds. If you wish to know more than that, you would have to ask her yourself."

"Yeah, please don't... make her have your death a priority and mine the next one after that, kay? I think we could be square in this being a bad idea." he did, however, tap Loki's mead bottle, reminding the man to have another drink. He didn't like just drinking alone, he wanted someone else to participate. Preferably in the same room and at the same time.

"She-- well, crowds, yeah. I get that. But honestly, she probably would eyeroll at me and walk away if I asked about her. She makes damn fine pie." Fiesty or not, he had never felt entirely comfortable around her after the fiasco he'd put her through. Call it guilt? But more than that, maybe disappointment.

He needed to drink more to forget that. "What's your favorite part of her?"

"She did quite a bit of rolling her eyes and walking away from me for the first three months I pursued her," Loki remarked. "She is a most determined woman." Part of why he found her so irresistible, really. Hearing no made him want to see if her could change it.

Ah yes, Mead. He took a generous drink.

"But I like all of her parts, for the whole they create is lovely and mine." He grinned. "I think... Today it is her voice. That may change tomorrow. All good things shall have their turn."

In many ways, it was very cute to hear Loki speak of her like this, the evident fondness in his voice. "You," he poked Loki's arm, pausing for dramatic effect, "are such a sap." But in no way was this revelation somehow detrimental.

"Did you write her poetry? I have to admit, if she wasn't scowling all the time, I bet she's got a nice smile." She probably didn't scowl all the time, but Eugene was sure she was always scowling at him. And she could not be blamed.

"I like Jack's smile. Your smile-- I just... like smiles I guess."

"Bah. I merely appreciate my achievements." He snorted. "I do not write. I do read her poetry however. That was how I kept in contact with her when she wanted little to do with me. Sharing poetry is innocent." He laughed. "Well and I truly did have no one else with whom to discuss it."

"Jack has a lovely smile as well." Particularly when naughty things were being done to him.

"He does," his own smile was softly smug, blurred with drink and mirth. Thinking of Jack did make him feel very warm, had him closing his eyes to have no visual distractions while thinking about him. "And nice freckles." he was also aware of how his smile was lovely when things indecent were afoot, "Seriously, I am so lucky to have Jack. Tripped right over him. Didn't have to chase him round, just... it was better to stick together."

"The freckles, I have not seen the full extent, but I imagine they must be nice." Well, perhaps some day. He of course keenly remembered the false lives, but refused to take that as an absolute truth to rely upon.

"I have ever been the hunter, I suppose. That is what makes it interesting."

"Like inverted stars-- wait, that's... too poetic. Or something," he made himself laugh and he tried to conceal it but it was a lost cause. Some things he was learning he couldn't stop himself doing once he'd gotten beyond a point.

"What if she'd never said yes? Would you still be hunting her? That's kinda creepy, man."

"Inverted stars are black holes, I don't think that works quite for what you wanted. Unless Jack's freckles are going to consume the galaxy."

He shrugged. "Had she not said yes, I might still be on the hunt." He held up one finger. "But you must make the distinction. Not saying yes is very different from saying no. A no is to be respected when it is this manner of thing. A not yes might be courted in the hopes it shall become a yes."

Luceti | Appointments

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