my secret identity?! hmmm you drive a hard bargain, but for my ship...
i'm willing, but only after we hash out the details,
because i need this dildo to sing when he thrusts so he never wants to top again and jizz rainbows. it's gotta look his aesthetic so it lulls him into a false sense of security and then won't let him take it off until he finishes, for the ultimate bottom making humiliation.
oh and you have to keep it secret of course. i'm dead if akechi ever finds out who i am
rude but fair i am still curious to know your method though! i'm doing a great deal of work for you, so it follows i should know the full extent of your plans
fiiine it shall take me a week or two to prepare the enchantment something visually appealing to akechi, with singing and rainbow jizz mechanics as well as an auto-lock feature was there anything else?
[While there is a part of them that longs to stand outside the door, they sit on their bed instead. It shall make the knock more exciting that way. They're almost like a child waiting for it to be an appropriate time to wake up on Christmas Day and check for presents.]
[When Sumire arrives, she knocks on the door and waits. She's a shy, rather quiet but cheerful 15 year old girl with a bright smile and very sad, traumatized eyes. But the thing is, she comes over very often to check in on Yusuke and bring him food and make sure he's alive, deliver messages from Ren or Akechi. So, seeing her at the door might not be shocking at all. Might even be disappointing at first.
Still, when the door opens, she'll smile, cheeks warm, and give a bow, ever polite. But instead of asking after Yusuke, she addresses Loki.]
[The knock! Yes! Loki jumps to their feet and answers the door, and there is...
This girl. Their excitement disappears into something more akin to this, but as they think it over, it does make sense. Someone would have to be fairly close to Ren and Akechi to write the fanfics the way they did, and to even want to write them.
When their brain recovers from the adrenaline rush that amounted to nothing, they open the door fully for her to enter,]
Loki is fine. [No honorifics necessary. Their eyes narrow at her, still considering the situation.] Are you truly going to deliver it yourself? That could backfire on you, you realize.
[She steps in and moves to sit on Yusuke's bed, she knows he wouldn't mind in the least.]
I do, though not right away. I was thinking either an accidentally cursed object or finding a package at my door addressed to him.
[Looking at Loki, she smiles, something warm and friendly and maybe a little mirthful. It's hard not to note the disappointment but she's not bothered in the least by it. It's not as painful as the disappointment of failing to qualify with her gymnastics or something.]
You're disappointed. I am rather the obvious answer, huh?
[They sit across from on their own bed, kicking their legs in the air absentmindedly, trying still to get that energy out.]
You are, but I suppose I don't know what I expected. I didn't make any guesses, thought I would let myself have fun with the surprise.
[Which meant the excitement built into something not at all proportional to the actual event. Whoops!
Loki holds out a hand and a green glow overtakes their palm, quickly replaced with the as requested strap-on. It is reminiscent of Akechi's Loki, with wild black and white stripes in an abstract and dizzying pattern. Other than that, though, it's completely ordinary.]
You'll have to handle the gift wrapping yourself, whatever story you end up going with.
OH! He will love that so much more than he'll ever admit. Even if it doesn't do anything, he'll give me one of his tsundere insults.
[She takes it and examines it with only a bit of shyness she's feeling poking through. Loki can probably tell she wants to die a little inside seeing and handling her first dildo.
Mostly she's seeing that it's average, proportional, good heft. Akechi will like it and be sorely disappointed when it does something disastrous. But really, what else does he expect from a Loki themed dildo? The onus is really on him.]
I have a few ideas. Either in person myself or anonymously. Either way, I think Senpai will have fun. I'm thinking after the next fic when I don't write about BenRoro. Allow him some healing before I do more.
[She pauses and then looks at Loki with wide eyes.] I do love him! Like dearly as a friend, I just... think he could use some sibling energy to soften the shell he has around himself.
[If they're embarrassed by any of this, there's no tell in their expression. If anything it's not the fact they're handing a dildo to a teenager, that's whatever, it's that her reaction makes them feel... old. The same way Billy makes them feel old. They had not felt old in some time before arriving here. Nostalgic, sure, but it's a very different feeling.
Akechi makes them feel like a mother hen, so perhaps it's only fitting.]
I try to tease him myself, of course, but I imagine the effect will be greater when coming from a peer. He thinks of me as above you all, for some strange reason.
[says the literal god]
By the way, you're welcome to write stories about me, if you wish. So many others have.
[Placing the dildo in her bag, she secures the flap before looking at Loki again for a long moment. She wonders what it's like to be a god, to be powerful like that. To be beautiful and acceptingly chaotic, they seem so otherworldly and ethereal. What she and the others must seem like to them. Maybe they are above everyone but...
Loki not only likes her stupid bad writing, but even allows her to write about them. It makes her expression soften into something fond and warm. Maybe treating Loki like they are above everyone else is making them feel other? So Sumire decides not to.]
I don't see why he treats you as above the rest of us, you share a room with Kitagawa-kun of all people and I bet you're no better than Akechi-san is at braiding hair.
[That gets Loki to burst into a peal of laughter, their laugh a witchy and rough sort. Eventually they calm down enough to address the matter,]
Heh, Sumire dear... I'm an Asgardian. A god of the Vikings. I'm an expert at braiding hair.
[True, their own hair is messy and free, but that's because that what fits this particular story. They're the trickster, not bound by rules. Still, pretty much every Asgardian child knows how to braid hair. And you can bet Loki's braided Thor's into ridiculous shapes and knots.]
Hmm, I don't know. Akechi-kun is pretty good at braiding hair, he might give you a run for your title.
[She giggles, clearly poking fun. Akechi is middling at braiding hair. But then she gives Loki a curious look, as if trying to decern something about them but clearly not too hard since they are an enigma even to the people have known them for years.]
Are you really a god? Or are you believed to be a god by people who were lesser in power and age? [A pause.] It's just, I knew a man who thought himself able to shape the world like a benevolent god, but he wasn't even if he had the abilities to back up his claim.
You lie to me, Loki, God of Mischief?! How dare you!
[They giggle as well, continuing and upping the ante.
As she shifts gears, though, Loki mirrors her, their expression more thoughtful. There is a simple answer they could give to this question that she wouldn't like, that isn't necessarily what she's asking. A man could very well become a god, if enough people believed him to be one. So, they'll go about it a different way.]
My father created humanity. That's standard godhood stuff, yeah? Suppose you could start arguing we're simply another species, get into all the alien theories and the like. And that's one story. One story amongst many others. Above all, we are beings of story.
It's possible then, that we did not exist until someone told our tales one day. That it was humans who created us, and we sprung to life from their belief, filled with memories of all the years prior. That's another story.
It doesn't really matter, though, does it? The fact of the matter, if you can call it a fact, is that I am a frost giant born in one realm and raised in another by a man who once slept with the Earth herself. I have memories that stretch back to the invention of the wheel. I wield magic strong enough to shape reality itself. I have witnessed the end of the universe, and its rebirth. Am I a god then?
What do you think? And would I lie to you? That is, after all, what you're claiming.
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i'm willing, but only after we hash out the details,
because i need this dildo to sing when he thrusts so he never wants to top again and jizz rainbows. it's gotta look his aesthetic so it lulls him into a false sense of security and then won't let him take it off until he finishes, for the ultimate bottom making humiliation.
oh and you have to keep it secret of course. i'm dead if akechi ever finds out who i am
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[They are turning around several options for mischief in their head, which include several targets for their mischief as well.]
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if you deliver it, he'll know something's up
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i am still curious to know your method though! i'm doing a great deal of work for you, so it follows i should know the full extent of your plans
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it shall take me a week or two to prepare the enchantment
something visually appealing to akechi, with singing and rainbow jizz mechanics as well as an auto-lock feature
was there anything else?
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just have fun with it, i know you understand chaos better than anyone, i can't think of anyone else i would want to be my partner in crime
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one week then. i'll give it to you in person and put this mystery to bed
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thanks bb rly
~one week later~
where shall i meet you for the exchange?
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-> action
[While there is a part of them that longs to stand outside the door, they sit on their bed instead. It shall make the knock more exciting that way. They're almost like a child waiting for it to be an appropriate time to wake up on Christmas Day and check for presents.]
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Still, when the door opens, she'll smile, cheeks warm, and give a bow, ever polite. But instead of asking after Yusuke, she addresses Loki.]
Um, it's a pleasure to work with you, Loki-sama.
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This girl. Their excitement disappears into something more akin to this, but as they think it over, it does make sense. Someone would have to be fairly close to Ren and Akechi to write the fanfics the way they did, and to even want to write them.
When their brain recovers from the adrenaline rush that amounted to nothing, they open the door fully for her to enter,]
Loki is fine. [No honorifics necessary. Their eyes narrow at her, still considering the situation.] Are you truly going to deliver it yourself? That could backfire on you, you realize.
Sorry for the delay
[She steps in and moves to sit on Yusuke's bed, she knows he wouldn't mind in the least.]
I do, though not right away. I was thinking either an accidentally cursed object or finding a package at my door addressed to him.
[Looking at Loki, she smiles, something warm and friendly and maybe a little mirthful. It's hard not to note the disappointment but she's not bothered in the least by it. It's not as painful as the disappointment of failing to qualify with her gymnastics or something.]
You're disappointed. I am rather the obvious answer, huh?
you're fine!!
You are, but I suppose I don't know what I expected. I didn't make any guesses, thought I would let myself have fun with the surprise.
[Which meant the excitement built into something not at all proportional to the actual event. Whoops!
Loki holds out a hand and a green glow overtakes their palm, quickly replaced with the as requested strap-on. It is reminiscent of Akechi's Loki, with wild black and white stripes in an abstract and dizzying pattern. Other than that, though, it's completely ordinary.]
You'll have to handle the gift wrapping yourself, whatever story you end up going with.
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[She takes it and examines it with only a bit of shyness she's feeling poking through. Loki can probably tell she wants to die a little inside seeing and handling her first dildo.
Mostly she's seeing that it's average, proportional, good heft. Akechi will like it and be sorely disappointed when it does something disastrous. But really, what else does he expect from a Loki themed dildo? The onus is really on him.]
I have a few ideas. Either in person myself or anonymously. Either way, I think Senpai will have fun. I'm thinking after the next fic when I don't write about BenRoro. Allow him some healing before I do more.
[She pauses and then looks at Loki with wide eyes.] I do love him! Like dearly as a friend, I just... think he could use some sibling energy to soften the shell he has around himself.
[A pause.]
And a little chaos is always fun.
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[If they're embarrassed by any of this, there's no tell in their expression. If anything it's not the fact they're handing a dildo to a teenager, that's whatever, it's that her reaction makes them feel... old. The same way Billy makes them feel old. They had not felt old in some time before arriving here. Nostalgic, sure, but it's a very different feeling.
Akechi makes them feel like a mother hen, so perhaps it's only fitting.]
I try to tease him myself, of course, but I imagine the effect will be greater when coming from a peer. He thinks of me as above you all, for some strange reason.
[says the literal god]
By the way, you're welcome to write stories about me, if you wish. So many others have.
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[Placing the dildo in her bag, she secures the flap before looking at Loki again for a long moment. She wonders what it's like to be a god, to be powerful like that. To be beautiful and acceptingly chaotic, they seem so otherworldly and ethereal. What she and the others must seem like to them. Maybe they are above everyone but...
Loki not only likes her stupid bad writing, but even allows her to write about them. It makes her expression soften into something fond and warm. Maybe treating Loki like they are above everyone else is making them feel other? So Sumire decides not to.]
I don't see why he treats you as above the rest of us, you share a room with Kitagawa-kun of all people and I bet you're no better than Akechi-san is at braiding hair.
[A tease, good natured.]
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Heh, Sumire dear... I'm an Asgardian. A god of the Vikings. I'm an expert at braiding hair.
[True, their own hair is messy and free, but that's because that what fits this particular story. They're the trickster, not bound by rules. Still, pretty much every Asgardian child knows how to braid hair. And you can bet Loki's braided Thor's into ridiculous shapes and knots.]
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[She giggles, clearly poking fun. Akechi is middling at braiding hair. But then she gives Loki a curious look, as if trying to decern something about them but clearly not too hard since they are an enigma even to the people have known them for years.]
Are you really a god? Or are you believed to be a god by people who were lesser in power and age? [A pause.] It's just, I knew a man who thought himself able to shape the world like a benevolent god, but he wasn't even if he had the abilities to back up his claim.
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[They giggle as well, continuing and upping the ante.
As she shifts gears, though, Loki mirrors her, their expression more thoughtful. There is a simple answer they could give to this question that she wouldn't like, that isn't necessarily what she's asking. A man could very well become a god, if enough people believed him to be one. So, they'll go about it a different way.]
My father created humanity. That's standard godhood stuff, yeah? Suppose you could start arguing we're simply another species, get into all the alien theories and the like. And that's one story. One story amongst many others. Above all, we are beings of story.
It's possible then, that we did not exist until someone told our tales one day. That it was humans who created us, and we sprung to life from their belief, filled with memories of all the years prior. That's another story.
It doesn't really matter, though, does it? The fact of the matter, if you can call it a fact, is that I am a frost giant born in one realm and raised in another by a man who once slept with the Earth herself. I have memories that stretch back to the invention of the wheel. I wield magic strong enough to shape reality itself. I have witnessed the end of the universe, and its rebirth. Am I a god then?
What do you think? And would I lie to you? That is, after all, what you're claiming.
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okay so what's it do? :eyes: