[True to their word, Loki will be waiting for Tony in the common room. They're lounging on a chair in an absurd way that cannot possibly be how chairs were meant to be sit on. When Tony enters, they give him a lazy wave, though the intent behind their eyes is more focused, attempting to size him up.]
Are you certain you're ready to play in the big leagues, Tony Stark?
[ With a sigh that's more resigned than annoyed, Tony's shoulders drop slightly when he spots Loki. ] Honestly? [ Because the longer he's here, the more he understands magic, or at least understands that he doesn't understand a fucking thing. ] No, not really.
But I'm not exactly spoiled for choice at the moment, so I'll take what I can get.
Tony takes a few steadying breaths to calm himself. He stands a little straighter on the final inhale; the air feels warmer, like dew being warmed by the early morning sun. Tony can practically taste a hint of something floral, like a rose or a dandelion, as he speaks. ] Tell me: Are you going to give away the next thing I make you? [ Yes, he's still pissy about that. And because he's hardly expecting this to work, he'll tack on something fun and funny for himself, too. ] If you are, I at least want you to blow me a kiss to make up for it.
[They smile, but they do not move to blow a kiss or otherwise. Oh, they're charmed, for sure. From the beginning they decided they would allow him to do so, which they know he's not expecting. It's not what Strange would have done.
But there's things to learn here as well. All the loopholes Tony has left for Loki to escape into.]
[ The truth, so plainly stated from Loki of all people Asgardians, disarms Tony. Enough that the mystical charm stutters and falls away. ] Oh. [ He almost sounds... Disappointed. Like he thought he might actually get to see the inner workings of some grand plan. ]
So you just did it because it was... [ He seems to remember then, that he has a magical muscle he was supposed to be working out. ] What? Convenient?
A whim. [ He echoes with a scoff. Tony hates that he can relate.
A whim, like Strange's dandelion-fueled lust for him. Tsk. ] Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no Narcisso. [ Is it possible Tony's actually learned a lesson about not using his powers for evil? ] The only thing I wanna charm outta you is intel, anyway.
[ A beat, and something he might be able to use Loki for pops into his head. ] Do you know what a symbiote is? [ Tony inhales deeply, turning the magical charm back on. After all, he was here for practice. ] The other me that's running around, he said his armor had the same properties as one-a those. Some kinda alien. What can you tell me? [ Something about it had never sat completely right with him; like a pebble in his shoe he was having trouble finding. And maybe this Loki came from a universe where that was more common knowledge. ]
[Before gathering intel. Since that's what they're doing. They sigh and back off, honestly a little offended Tony's using his charm on this. Questions they would answer honestly anyways! Sure, he's getting a chance to stretch his magic muscles, but it's no fun on their end.]
Aye, I do. They're alien beings created by the god Knull. You're likely better off asking a spider-person about them, they tend to have more frequent crossovers. I would think you're capable of putting together the context clues as well. Symbiote. Symbiotic relationships. Symbiotes bond with a host and the two become a sort of enhanced being. It's very gloopy gloppy.
I imagine the other Stark has synthesized his suit to interact with its host in a similar manner, like a second skin. Streamlined intuitive biotech. Impressive, but not my style.
[ At least it all lined up with the limited information the other him has given him, the less limited information he's managed to figure out for himself. Still, the idea that he'd essentially turn the armor into a, what? Parasite, practically, sounded... Terrifying, frankly. ]
Alright, do me a favor and resist this one, and I'll take you out to dinner. [ A beat. ] And a drink. [ Because what the fuck else was he doing with his time? Might as well get to know his newest recruit a bit better.
With a sharp inhale that tastes like a floral perfume Tony gives Loki the first dare that pops into his head with a roll of his eyes at himself. ] Kiss me.
Well- [ It's a scoff more than a word. ] He's certainly better at resisting than you are. [ But, nonetheless, it's a fair lesson; he's never been especially precise with his charming abilities. But then, Loki's always been better at teaching lessons through methods besides careful instruction.
And unfortunately for Tony, this has become enough of a dare, enough of a contest that he sees a point he has to prove. ] Again. And this time try not to kiss my like my nonna.
[Because they could, if they had wanted to. Hopefully that much is clear and Tony doesn't assume their magic is a level below Strange's.
They are a bit surprised when he tries the same command again, blinking before they accept what the green-colored text has told them to do. This time, Loki raises a hand to cup his chin, tilting his head upwards as they give him a proper kiss. It's quick, still a sense of teasing behind the action. Rather than treating him like a child, they've opted for him to be the pure maiden and for themselves to be the mysterious knight.]
[ Tony's lips part slightly as Loki pulls back. He's quiet for longer than he probably should be. ] No. [ He says as he pulls his own head back further. It hardly compares to- ]
You'll be thrilled to know, you're just as annoying as the one-a you I know.
No. [ Not that he's opposed, exactly. Clearly. ] I- [ Honestly considering his track record with the other Loki though, what with the immediate penis joke and all, Tony really can't talk. ] Am a bit more used to him trying to throw me outta windows, but- [ He can adjust. He's flexible. ] Just... That was a- One-time experience. [ Tony, they kissed you twice. ]
I can throw you out a window too if that's the sort of foreplay you prefer. Everyone tends to forget I have super strength, so it could serve as a reminder as well.
[They shrug, amused by his awkwardness.]
Anyhow, I think you've learned your lesson. Or, a lesson at least. There's backdoors in magic same as there are in computers, yeah? I didn't give you a full taste of my own sorcery, admittedly. You're not quite there yet.
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Technically yes.
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what have you and strange been doing so far? i don't want to retread old ground.
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Nothing out of the ordinary.
[ Uh huh... ]
I've mostly just been trying to get past his mental defenses at this point.
And he taught me how to do his shield thing.
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my magic's rather different from his, but i suppose it's best you learn that firsthand
where you would like to meet? are you free now?
ahhh how forward of me! (,,>﹏<,,) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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Meet me in the common room in an hour?
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[True to their word, Loki will be waiting for Tony in the common room. They're lounging on a chair in an absurd way that cannot possibly be how chairs were meant to be sit on. When Tony enters, they give him a lazy wave, though the intent behind their eyes is more focused, attempting to size him up.]
Are you certain you're ready to play in the big leagues, Tony Stark?
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But I'm not exactly spoiled for choice at the moment, so I'll take what I can get.
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Charm me.
[It's a challenge. They want to see what he'll do, especially after how he charmed Thor.]
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Tony takes a few steadying breaths to calm himself. He stands a little straighter on the final inhale; the air feels warmer, like dew being warmed by the early morning sun. Tony can practically taste a hint of something floral, like a rose or a dandelion, as he speaks. ] Tell me: Are you going to give away the next thing I make you? [ Yes, he's still pissy about that. And because he's hardly expecting this to work, he'll tack on something fun and funny for himself, too. ] If you are, I at least want you to blow me a kiss to make up for it.
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But there's things to learn here as well. All the loopholes Tony has left for Loki to escape into.]
I don't know.
[The truth.]
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peopleAsgardians, disarms Tony. Enough that the mystical charm stutters and falls away. ] Oh. [ He almost sounds... Disappointed. Like he thought he might actually get to see the inner workings of some grand plan. ]So you just did it because it was... [ He seems to remember then, that he has a magical muscle he was supposed to be working out. ] What? Convenient?
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[Which is why they don't know if they'll do it again. It depends entirely on what he makes for them and if an opportunity presents itself.
They move to get up from their seat and approach Tony properly, leaning in with a curious and goading expression.]
Is that all you want from me, Stark? I had hoped for more.
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A whim, like Strange's dandelion-fueled lust for him. Tsk. ] Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no Narcisso. [ Is it possible Tony's actually learned a lesson about not using his powers for evil? ] The only thing I wanna charm outta you is intel, anyway.
[ A beat, and something he might be able to use Loki for pops into his head. ] Do you know what a symbiote is? [ Tony inhales deeply, turning the magical charm back on. After all, he was here for practice. ] The other me that's running around, he said his armor had the same properties as one-a those. Some kinda alien. What can you tell me? [ Something about it had never sat completely right with him; like a pebble in his shoe he was having trouble finding. And maybe this Loki came from a universe where that was more common knowledge. ]
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[Before gathering intel. Since that's what they're doing. They sigh and back off, honestly a little offended Tony's using his charm on this. Questions they would answer honestly anyways! Sure, he's getting a chance to stretch his magic muscles, but it's no fun on their end.]
Aye, I do. They're alien beings created by the god Knull. You're likely better off asking a spider-person about them, they tend to have more frequent crossovers. I would think you're capable of putting together the context clues as well. Symbiote. Symbiotic relationships. Symbiotes bond with a host and the two become a sort of enhanced being. It's very gloopy gloppy.
I imagine the other Stark has synthesized his suit to interact with its host in a similar manner, like a second skin. Streamlined intuitive biotech. Impressive, but not my style.
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Alright, do me a favor and resist this one, and I'll take you out to dinner. [ A beat. ] And a drink. [ Because what the fuck else was he doing with his time? Might as well get to know his newest recruit a bit better.
With a sharp inhale that tastes like a floral perfume Tony gives Loki the first dare that pops into his head with a roll of his eyes at himself. ] Kiss me.
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And they lean down and kiss the top of his head. It's tender and gentle, almost motherly. He left too many loopholes once more. Not enough intention.]
So? What do you think of my methods in comparison to Strange's?
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Well- [ It's a scoff more than a word. ] He's certainly better at resisting than you are. [ But, nonetheless, it's a fair lesson; he's never been especially precise with his charming abilities. But then, Loki's always been better at teaching lessons through methods besides careful instruction.
And unfortunately for Tony, this has become enough of a dare, enough of a contest that he sees a point he has to prove. ] Again. And this time try not to kiss my like my nonna.
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[Because they could, if they had wanted to. Hopefully that much is clear and Tony doesn't assume their magic is a level below Strange's.
They are a bit surprised when he tries the same command again, blinking before they accept what the green-colored text has told them to do. This time, Loki raises a hand to cup his chin, tilting his head upwards as they give him a proper kiss. It's quick, still a sense of teasing behind the action. Rather than treating him like a child, they've opted for him to be the pure maiden and for themselves to be the mysterious knight.]
Are you happy now, my dear?
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You'll be thrilled to know, you're just as annoying as the one-a you I know.
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[And then immediately finding them annoying, as is the course with kissing Loki. They'll take annoying over evil, though.]
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[They shrug, amused by his awkwardness.]
Anyhow, I think you've learned your lesson. Or, a lesson at least. There's backdoors in magic same as there are in computers, yeah? I didn't give you a full taste of my own sorcery, admittedly. You're not quite there yet.