[ Five minutes later a green-gold flash goes off as Loki teleports into Nico's bedroom with obnoxious flair, one hand clutching two over-stuffed tacos and the other holding a cardboard tray with two take-out coffees. He looks like he's been out all night, dressed in his Asgardian armour and coat, horns glinting in the milky moonlight.
[ nico, curled up atop his bed, has been reading a comic book which he puts aside as soon as loki appears. climbing out of the bed, he tugs on his bed shirt (with skull designs, naturally) so it covers a bit of his black briefs. then, he grabs his pj pants and begins sliding into them as he jerks his head towards the bed. ]
You don't have to whisper. It's just me and Percy now. Annabeth went home and Percy sleeps like the dead.
Oh. Is that not ... ? Hm. [ Expression going slack as he re-squints (less hastily) at the rumpled duvet of the huge bed (no Percy there nopenopenope), he shifts his weight from one bootheel to another.
Then holds out the tray of hot steaming drinks, thrusting it at Nico, his voice softer. ]
No, I'm pleased to see you. Pleased to speak with you.
[ It's not the most dignified position, balancing a three-quarter empty tray of coffee on one knee and two tacos in a fist on the other, but he does his best to lean into Nico's space. Evidence of the outside travels with him, earthy and oaken scents from near the Viper's Nest, a smear of glitter across one cheek from a mid-city club, thick ozone cloying to his coat from marching through the clouds. His eyes are bright in the semi-darkness of Nico's room, old and young and then sparing irritated glances at the mayo that threatens to drip between his gloved fingers and stain his fancy pants. ]
You look nice tonight.
[ It's a genuine compliment that he hopes sounds at least a little sincere, what relief lives in the tail-end of a sigh pushed down so he doesn't have to talk about how wonderful it is that Percy isn't here.
That's really mean. He doesn't even try to care. ]
[ the beginnings of a smile curl at the corners of nico's lips and he reaches out again to grab the coffee tray as well as his taco so that loki doesn't end up spilling anything. he appreciates the compliments, even finds himself flushing a little, but there's still concern in his eyes as he regards loki and breathes in his scent. ]
You see me all the time, you dork. I look the same as usual.
[ the smile grows to demonstrate his fondness for the godling. the expression, however, is fleeting and he takes a sip of his coffee before setting it on the nearby bedside table. ]
Nothing's bothering me. I thought Percy was in your bed and he isn't, it's fine. Hey, it's four in the morning, I had to break into a coffee shop and make those drinks especially, you should take more than a piddly sip.
[ Sucking his fingers clean and shifting around to sit on a bent leg, flapping his coat-tails so they fall freely on the bed and don't get trapped. Fussing. ]
[ percy? in his bed? what in hades... picking up his coffee again, he pointedly takes a greater sip and makes a low noise of contentment before responding. ]
That doesn't make any sense though. Percy and I have never done anything besides kiss that one time. Why would he be in my bed?
[ Although it had stung like whiplash at first, thinking Nico was showing off having someone he wanted in his bed. A pout fights and fails to stay off Loki's lips. ]
[ peers at loki over the rim of his coffee cup, just a tad bit amused. he knows loki can be jealous sometimes, as evidenced by how he'd reacted to dick's friend sending gifts, but being on the receiving end of that is a bit... well, he's not sure how it makes him feel. he'll have to think on it later. for now, he twists a long finger in loki's dark locks and tugs gently. ]
[ It's an automatic response to being rooted out solely for bones to be picked, so to speak, but Nico's touch in Loki's hair keeps him rooted. Drumming his fingers over a knee as he takes in the sight of him, up and down, like a new painting he wants to drink in and remember from a first museum visit. An experience. That's what Nico is in his pajamas and rumpled bedhead, lovely to see. ]
[ noting the look-over he's given with a tilt of his head, he laughs softly. he'd meant the comment as a joke, a reference to the earlier skeleton memes, but the way loki immediately reacts as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar prompts something warm inside nico. he resists the urge to actually giggle, settling for the quiet laugh instead (less embarrassing) and the scrunches his nose while his gaze darts up and down loki's form. another tug is given to his hair. ]
No, no, I was just thinking that your jokes from earlier were pretty... humerus.
I bet I could find a picture of a bone with almost that exact phrasing.
[ Gaze dancing with delight as he grins, he butts his head into Nico's hand like a bull demanding pettings around its horns. Very good, aye, continue. His phone slips into his hand as he starts to search the web, (reluctantly) cracking off a bit of attention from Nico to find a meme that he'll like again. ]
[ craning his head to see what loki is up to, he makes another low noise and starts running his fingers through loki's hair. the delight in those verdant eyes is lovely to see and nico just wants to keep it and loki where they are for as long as possible. such a better alternative to attempting sleep again. ]
It's a good thing you're here. Normally I'd have to share my jokes with the dead and there's usually no-body around.
[ Twisting around to swing long legs up on Nico's large bed, making a mental note to thank Dick somehow, he shoves his head back in the demigod's lap and crosses a knee over another, bootheel jiggling while Loki meme-searches with all the bold attention-seeking of a cat. ]
Ever notice how noisy graveyards are? It's because of all that coffin.
[ alright, so he feels a bit silly with all these death puns, but hey. he normally doesn't have anyone else to share them with and the fact loki seems to enjoy them makes him grin. as loki stretches out, he grabs another sip of his coffee and then continues running his fingers through his hair, giving the godling all the attention he wants. because it's comfortable and nico feels like he's needed this way. ]
Haha! 'Coffin', amazing. I'm loving that a skeleton. [ Might have found his favourite joke for the next decade or so, his tone a heads up as he chortles on his back. ] I didn't expect to laugh so hard over that one, it really gave me the willies. I almost fell off a roof.
[ His clothes shimmer and peel away to reveal a new outfit in their place, slacks and a worn tshirt that reads Asgardia University, even a thin headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes in lieu of his horns; the PJs of a god. These are layers he can shed with Nico.
Bare back-nailed toes wiggle as his legs remain crossed, his eyes never once leaving the screen of his phone. ]
[ gently scratching loki's scalp, easing into a massage, he bends over to look at loki's features upside down. the godling is just as handsome from this direction and nico feels another surge of warmth within him. ]
It is pretty clever. I'll definitely have to come up with more for the marrow. Which I suppose is just about now. Do you suppose dead people prefer skull-tures over paintings?
[ Craning his head sideways to plant a kiss on Nico's shirt where it covers his belly, a skeleton video is put on for them to watch. Giggles bubble up into hearty laughter. ]
[ snorts with laughter, leaning further over to poke loki in the belly as a response to the kiss against his belly. then returns to massaging loki's scalp, slowly making his way down the godling's neck to his shoulders. ]
I'll have you know that I happen to dance a lot better than that now. I'm what goes bump (and grind) in the night.
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do you also have coffee
i can't seem to get any sleep tonight
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[ Five minutes later a green-gold flash goes off as Loki teleports into Nico's bedroom with obnoxious flair, one hand clutching two over-stuffed tacos and the other holding a cardboard tray with two take-out coffees. He looks like he's been out all night, dressed in his Asgardian armour and coat, horns glinting in the milky moonlight.
Pointlessly, he stage-whispers, ] Nico!
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You don't have to whisper. It's just me and Percy now. Annabeth went home and Percy sleeps like the dead.
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[ Smirking at his own quip, he eyes the bed and the body in it, a mild sneer in place before it can smooth out to something a lot more aloof. ]
Well, he's not getting my taco so he'd better stay asleep. You room together now?
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No? He's in his own room. I can sense him, though. [ a pause and then. ] Dick gave me this bed to replace the one you broke.
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Then holds out the tray of hot steaming drinks, thrusting it at Nico, his voice softer. ]
Your coffee.
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Loki? Is something wrong?
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[ It's not the most dignified position, balancing a three-quarter empty tray of coffee on one knee and two tacos in a fist on the other, but he does his best to lean into Nico's space. Evidence of the outside travels with him, earthy and oaken scents from near the Viper's Nest, a smear of glitter across one cheek from a mid-city club, thick ozone cloying to his coat from marching through the clouds. His eyes are bright in the semi-darkness of Nico's room, old and young and then sparing irritated glances at the mayo that threatens to drip between his gloved fingers and stain his fancy pants. ]
You look nice tonight.
[ It's a genuine compliment that he hopes sounds at least a little sincere, what relief lives in the tail-end of a sigh pushed down so he doesn't have to talk about how wonderful it is that Percy isn't here.
That's really mean. He doesn't even try to care. ]
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You see me all the time, you dork. I look the same as usual.
[ the smile grows to demonstrate his fondness for the godling. the expression, however, is fleeting and he takes a sip of his coffee before setting it on the nearby bedside table. ]
Talk to me? Something's bothering you.
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[ Sucking his fingers clean and shifting around to sit on a bent leg, flapping his coat-tails so they fall freely on the bed and don't get trapped. Fussing. ]
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That doesn't make any sense though. Percy and I have never done anything besides kiss that one time. Why would he be in my bed?
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[ Although it had stung like whiplash at first, thinking Nico was showing off having someone he wanted in his bed. A pout fights and fails to stay off Loki's lips. ]
Moving on!
*me not be woops
So. I have a bone to pick with you.
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[ It's an automatic response to being rooted out solely for bones to be picked, so to speak, but Nico's touch in Loki's hair keeps him rooted. Drumming his fingers over a knee as he takes in the sight of him, up and down, like a new painting he wants to drink in and remember from a first museum visit. An experience. That's what Nico is in his pajamas and rumpled bedhead, lovely to see. ]
Anything much.
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No, no, I was just thinking that your jokes from earlier were pretty... humerus.
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[ Gaze dancing with delight as he grins, he butts his head into Nico's hand like a bull demanding pettings around its horns. Very good, aye, continue. His phone slips into his hand as he starts to search the web, (reluctantly) cracking off a bit of attention from Nico to find a meme that he'll like again. ]
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It's a good thing you're here. Normally I'd have to share my jokes with the dead and there's usually no-body around.
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[ Twisting around to swing long legs up on Nico's large bed, making a mental note to thank Dick somehow, he shoves his head back in the demigod's lap and crosses a knee over another, bootheel jiggling while Loki meme-searches with all the bold attention-seeking of a cat. ]
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[ alright, so he feels a bit silly with all these death puns, but hey. he normally doesn't have anyone else to share them with and the fact loki seems to enjoy them makes him grin. as loki stretches out, he grabs another sip of his coffee and then continues running his fingers through his hair, giving the godling all the attention he wants. because it's comfortable and nico feels like he's needed this way. ]
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[ His clothes shimmer and peel away to reveal a new outfit in their place, slacks and a worn tshirt that reads Asgardia University, even a thin headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes in lieu of his horns; the PJs of a god. These are layers he can shed with Nico.
Bare back-nailed toes wiggle as his legs remain crossed, his eyes never once leaving the screen of his phone. ]
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It is pretty clever. I'll definitely have to come up with more for the marrow. Which I suppose is just about now. Do you suppose dead people prefer skull-tures over paintings?
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[ Craning his head sideways to plant a kiss on Nico's shirt where it covers his belly, a skeleton video is put on for them to watch. Giggles bubble up into hearty laughter. ]
Look! Someone filmed you at the club!
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I'll have you know that I happen to dance a lot better than that now. I'm what goes bump (and grind) in the night.
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