Faces;

[jofurr]

[...he's bored.

And amidst his plotting, a bored Norse god is no good.

Lost as he is. Humanized as he is.

It's daytime now, and he paces, able to leave his room but temporarily alone. But he knows Tony has security measures.

He knows it. He doesn't try anything rash. But he does inspect the technology--

And then he makes faces at one of the cameras.

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Or well, that's what it looks like in his head with his glorious helmet.]

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[jofurr]

[And he yells.]

Enough!

[Ah.

His drink is shaking.

Strange--]

Enough.

[A slow breath, and he remains turned away, unmoving--except for the trembling.]

[alloyman]

[ . . .

Tony thinks it's really, really unfair. Loki can press all his buttons and go the long way to get him to break and yet Tony's the one who actually succeeds in finding the trigger point and can't seem to push any further once he realizes what he's done.

Man, it must be great to be the Norse God of Mischief.

In the end, he merely grumbles to himself and heads over to his cooler, pulling the entire bottle of wine from it and he approaches Loki-

Filling up his glass just as he passes to go to the bar.]

Don't think, drink.

[jofurr]

[There is a long moment in which he marvels at the fact that for some reason, his hand is shaking--

And then he downs the glass, not being too concerned for once with being contrary.

...ugh.

Ugh ugh ugh.

He hates this moment. Very, very much.]

[alloyman]

If you want more, just say so. No need to smash the glass on the floor if that's what you--

[Did at home?

Nah, okay, have some tact, Stark.

Even as you figure out if this guy deserves it.]

What you're used to.

[But he'll just sit himself at his bar, staring out at the skyline as he.... thinks.

And wonders in which universe this is fair.]

[jofurr]

[He hesitates.

And then he falls quiet, stepping over to accept another glass.

And a twitch of his mouth.]

I have always considered it a brutish habit.

[...]

There is no need to tiptoe around me as if I shall break. I have not broken yet. Or perhaps--

[...or perhaps he already has. But--]

It does not suit you.

[alloyman]

I'm better at pretending to have manners than you are.

[But he'll refill Loki's glass without question. He offered, which doesn't make it subservient.

It's just being a good host.]

[jofurr]

[He accepts the drink silently, taking a drink before responding.]

Is it all a facade then, Tony Stark?

[just saying. if you're pretending--

Consider it curiosity.]

[alloyman]

Shouldn't you of all people know?

[Tony has more of his own drink to punctuate the end of that question.

He's not sure which facade Loki means. It doesn't really matter to him. He's stopped questioning whatever he feels like doing.

Even when half the world tells him to think more on his actions.]

[jofurr]

[...]

Hm.

Perhaps.

[Another sip of his drink, and he falls silent. He honestly...doesn't have that much to say at the moment. He has too much to think about.]

[alloyman]

[Tony feels much of the same and he knows very well that he had thought just minutes ago that it wouldn't be smart to leave a vengeful Loki with his own thoughts-

But what else can he say?

So he says nothing, only having some more of his drink as he looks out of the window and into the city landscape before them- still rebuilding as it is.

He nudges the bottle that is set on the counter closer to Loki- right in the middle of them.

'Serve yourself,' he means to say. But he doesn't.]

[jofurr]

[And he doesn't serve himself.

He notes the action. But he is taking this glass much more slowly.

He sips.

And after a long moment, he speaks again, voice quiet.]

You are likely correct. [A first, that he would say so--]

Thor will realize his mistake.

[But he does not hope for it.

Because going back to Asgard in captivity is not going home.

And he falls silent again. He's not fishing for pity, and he intends to make that clear--]

You will not have to suffer through my company for much longer.

[alloyman]

[Alcohol really is the best truth serum.

But Tony is surprised when Loki speaks again, glancing over curiously because alright, he's... curious. It's not every day that he gets close to leading to a former god's mental breakdown.

It's not as if Thor was nearly so intricate.

His answer comes after he drinks some more.]

You're going to have to deal with whatever's eating at you, either way. No matter where you are.

[He knows that much pretty well.]

[jofurr]

That is no concern of yours.

[A faint chuckle, perhaps faintly unhinged.]

And I attempted to 'deal with it'.

[...his attempt to deal with it was to prove to his father that he could live outside of Thor's shadow.

...ha. He drinks.]

[alloyman]

[ . . . pffff. Tony can't help but snort as he turns his head away for a moment.]

Yes, I was looking at the results of your attempts to deal with it.

[But he'll just. Have some more of his drink before he mentions how the Empire State Building had to replace all those windows.]

Except as long as you pose a threat to earth, it may be a concern of mine.

[Just saying.]

[jofurr]

I don't care to conquer your petty planet.

[...that might even be the truth.

He truly did never have the ambition he really needed to be--]

[alloyman]

No? You just cared to cause billions of dollars in property damage?

[Idle question.

He's a billionaire and not yet a politician, it's not like he cares all too much about one of the most thriving cities in the world that will undoubtedly get back on its feet just fine.]

[jofurr]

[...silence.

He focuses on his drink.

No...he hadn't intended to cause damage either. But--]

Would you believe me, regardless of what I answer?

[alloyman]

[ . . .

Is this honesty hour with the greatest liar in Norse mythology?

It may be.]

Probably not for a minute or two- or maybe the better part of the night. I'd probably have to sleep on it.

I'll let you know in the morning if I buy into it or not.

[And that answer is as genuine as he can make it.]

[jofurr]

[.....that draws a chuckle out of him.]

You are such a curious mortal, Tony Stark.

You know what I am, who I am, what I am capable of, and yet you continue with this...

[...facade? Is that what it is?]

[alloyman]

[That makes him snap harshly then, looking straight at Loki-]

No, we're not doing this again.

Don't think, drink.

[jofurr]

[...huh.

Strange.

But he's too weary to press (or that is what he tells himself); this mortal form gets tired so easily...

...He drinks, mouth twisted in some sort of disgruntled expression.

But otherwise, he is quiet.]

[alloyman]

[.... but he sighs and his brain catches up his actions and he realizes he kind of just told a Norse ex-god to shut up.

So his mouth runs without his consent after he takes another drink.]

... but to clarify, I don't make the best decisions all the time. But what's it matter if it's just you and me stuck in here?

[jofurr]

[...That draws an arched eyebrow out of him. It's okay, he's used to being told to shut his mouth.

Alas.]

What does it matter indeed...

I suppose it is of no consequence at all. At least...not at the moment.

[alloyman]

[Well... they're the ones guiding the consequences, right?

But Tony doesn't say that. Instead he merely continues to drink.]

Are you really going to leave me hanging though?

[As to why you did it-

They were just at the good part.]

[jofurr]

Yes.

[Unhesitatingly.

...and maybe that's a bit of the tell-tale smirk as he sips at his drink once again.]