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.

} : D

} | DD

} : T

} : V

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

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[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.]

[alloyman]

[ . . . ]

You are quite the incorrigible ass.

[And he'll just.

Go ahead and drink some more.]

[jofurr]

I have been informed before that that stands as my most sacred duty.

[to be an ass.

Yeah.

welp.]

[alloyman]

You do an excellent job of that, at least.

[A scoff and... his glass is empty.

So he will also be a bit of an ass and extends his hand.]

One for one, I poured you a glass already.

[like an hour ago or maybe half of one he lost track of time]

[jofurr]

[...arched. Eyebrow.

So maybe they've been a little chummy but you just stepped over the line quite a bit, Tony.

So he lifts his glass.

And offers it in a mocking, toast-like gesture.

And then he dumps what remains of it over Tony's head, setting it down on the counter with a clink and standing to stalk away to what is his temporary quarters.

Yep.]

[alloyman]

[ . . .

And he pulls out the remote in his pocket that controls all of the devices in the Tower-

Now setting every doorway to send out an electric shock when so much as nudged.]

[jofurr]

[He halts right before his doorway--perhaps expecting something from Tony, or just suspicion in general from his experiences--and chuckles.]

Now we are equals.

[Perhaps he meant to say 'even'--but equals is what slipped out.]

[alloyman]

[He'd already stashed the control away in his pocket and bent over backwards to grab a towel from the other side of the bar and is in the middle of straightening when Loki speaks-]

....

[A huff.]

No... you owe me a drink.

[But that's all he says as he now sets to wiping his face. Though this probably is not the first time he reeks of alcohol this week.]

[jofurr]

[A carefree shrug.]

A drink? Shall I fetch you one from I know not where?

[he's not allowed to leave the building, bro.]

[alloyman]

No no, I don't trust you to know what the good stuff is here on earth-

You just pour the glasses first next time.

[And he... really needs to dry off his arc reactor but he doesn't bother with that just yet.

He'll pretend to salvage his hair for now.]

[jofurr]

[...ah. Well.

A shrug that is mostly noncommittal in nature and he instead focuses on the doorway--

A tentative finger and he curses inwardly at the shock.

alsmdnklas!!!]

. . .

[alloyman]

[Yes okay, he's quite pleased.

So there's just a happy grin as he hops off the bar stool and starts heading for his own room, pulling out the remote and turning mute off so with a few beeps and boops-]

Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!

[And he has no issue entering his own room.

c:]

[jofurr]

[...screw you, you douche.

If he gets sick sleeping on the floor, it's your fault. lolforeshadowing.