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[worldsaway]

"Poor timing. Leave your name so I can seek you out in future."

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[worldsaway]

He seems to have pulled himself out of whatever spiral he was in.

[There's uncertainty in Thor's tone, but he's distracted by the tweak of his beard.

This time he growls in feigned frustration and darts his hands to Loki's midsection in attempt to tickle his tweaking away.]

I was going through some things then, alright? Did you see my hair? What was I thinking?

[ikols]

You, ahaha! Thor, no! Bad Thunderer! [ Jerking away from the tickles he slaps at the offending hand. How dare! ] You needed a comb, you caveman. Your beard could do with a trim right now, in point of fact.

[worldsaway]

[Thor withdraws his hand when smacked, but when Loki continues to sass him he flexes his fingers in threat.]

Have I not lost enough? [He plays the pity card.] If I trimmed it, I'd look like a far more handsome Stark. I prefer to be rugged.

[ikols]

Fear not, Thor, you could never pass for handsome even with two eyes.

[ No beats missed, woop. ]

[worldsaway]

You probably just have bad taste.

[Thor stares, picking up his drink for a long chug.]

[ikols]

I'm not easily impressed, that's all.

[ STARING BACK OVER HIS OWN DRINK, SIP SIP BUTTHEAD. ]

[worldsaway]

I don't think I need you to find me handsome anyway. I can find my validation elsewhere, I'm sure.

[ikols]

Elsewhere, is it? Aye, let's ask someone else.

[ Shapeshifting into a woman as mischief twinkles in green eyes, Loki casts a wrist over her forehead and sniffs dramatically by Thor at the bar. ]

It's true ... he's the ugliest of all the Aesir! So insists Trixie of Earth, whose eyes are the strongest of any mortal in history!!

[worldsaway]

[Thor rolls his eyes when Loki shapeshifts, he's far too used to this kind of mockery.]

Your opinion would be contested by a great many, then. I've been told my selfie game is untouchable.

[ikols]

[ Seriously doubting that when half her phone is beauty edit apps, Loki slips out her phone and backs up on Thor to include him in a new selfie. ]

Okay, okay, big man ... Bring your best! Throw down!

[ Forty-five degree angled chin is go!! ]

[worldsaway]

[Of course, Thor doesn't try at all. He throws up a peace sign and smiles that easy, charming smile, just like he would if he were approached by a fan.]

[ikols]

... No cheating.

[ Stupid charming Thor. ]

[worldsaway]

I'm not cheating. [Thor straightens up, furrowing his brows at Loki.]

How is that cheating?

[ikols]

[ Solemnly, Loki informs him. ]

Your face is very deceitful, there are tricks and secrets within every wrinkle. I know your game, Odinson, and will have at thee if you try that adorable shit again. I own daggers.

Okay! Again, this time with filters!

[ Perking up from the dour intonations, she beams and makes a peace sign as bunny ears pop up over both their heads on the screen. ]

[worldsaway]

You're mistaken, I don't have wrinkles. [Very pointedly.]

Interesting that you tell me not to be adorable, then you pick this. [He points at the camera, but lowers his hand so he can smile in a less charming and completely goofy manner.]

[ikols]

Don't be rude to a lady, oaf.

[ Pinching his chin between thumb and forefinger, she squishes his expression for another photo. ]

Wah, wah, I'm the God of Short-Back-And-Sides and I think I'm cuter than a bunny rabbit!

[worldsaway]

[This is significantly less flattering, because Thor is pulling a face. He embraces the fact that he looks like a fool, at the very least.]

I'll be rude to a lady if she starts it. [Thor narrows his eyes.] I know green is your favorite colour, but this is a bit much.

[All of that envy over his selfies, Loki.]

[ikols]

That's not how manners work!

[ Laughing, Loki stuffs her phone away and orders two more drinks from the bar. ]

Shut your mouth, I won. It was my game and I get to decide who triumphed.

[worldsaway]

That's not how games work! [Thor argues, but he's not sure why he cares about who wins a selfie game.

He digresses.]

It's a nice place you've got here, Lokes. Very bold, it suits you.

[ikols]

You think me bold?

[ Chewing her lip, she shakes her head. ]

Ah, I'm anything but. You're the one who bounces around with lightning on his heels.

[worldsaway]

More than two people can be bold.

[Thor points out, then reaches out to brush a lock of hair from her face.]

Besides, I think you're bold. Bold with your tastes and illusions, you're anything but subdued, don't you think.

[ikols]

[ Leaning into the gentle touch, she brings her hair forward and idly starts a messy knot, failing to braid it properly on purpose. Maybe, as her batting lashes and coy smile suggests, Loki could use some help. ]

How in the name of Ymir do you know anything about my tastes, hmm? Please don't mean in fashion or decor.

[worldsaway]

I know your tastes because you exude them.

[Thor, surprisingly, takes the hint. He's perfectly adept at braiding hair, but he's not nearly so deft and gentle as Loki. He's a little rough and he tugs at her hair as he pulls it into place.]

Don't make me explain myself, you know I'm not good at explaining myself.

[ikols]

I exude them? What a word to use ... Ouch! Gods above, you're not plucking a chicken, be gentle.

[ Her hands briefly cover his, guiding his rough touch into something less like a grip lonely for its hammer. She peeks up at him, black lips pressed into a tight line in scrutiny. ]

I demand you explain, even if poorly.

[worldsaway]

[Thor's pull softens when Loki guides his hands, but there's still something firm and methodical about the way he braids.]

Oh, you demand do you? How bold.