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[deathkid]

Nico here, except I'm not. Leave a message. ☏ ✆ ✉ ⚐ ۞

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[deathkid]

[ the lack of announcement makes him initially think it's percy and he hesitates leaving his room. he peeks out the door to gauge which of his roommates it is and finds, to his relief, that it's neither. instead, it's one (1) norse god, lounging about as if he owns the place. if nico's surprised, it doesn't show. he merely sighs and pads out to the living room, leaning over the couch back so that he can peer into green eyes. ]

Hey, how did things go?

[ he makes a reach for the remote as he speaks, hoping to turn off the television rather than let dumb info-mercials play in the background (it's the bacon bowl commercial again. why is it always the bacon bowl commercial?)

[ikols]

[ Sadly relinquishing the control, he tips his head back to look up at Nico and gives the sort of non-committal shrug a god in their finery probably shouldn't. ]

He's intimidated by you and didn't know what to do with me. I thought you and I could get pizza or something.

[deathkid]

[ whoa what. nico stares for a few seconds, even blinking as he tries to make sense of what loki just said. intimidated? he can possibly imagine why. it's not like he's a threat to loki and dick's relationship. or so he thinks. ]

Intimidated by me? But- It's not like I'm competition or anything. [ a beat and then (because the pizza is forgotten for the moment). ] Is that really what he said?

[ikols]

It was the general vibe. He said you're good for me but not him, so I stopped elaborating. I'd like pepperoni on mine, extra bacon?

[ Keeping the same musing tone throughout, skipping from topic to topic. ]

[deathkid]

I suppose he doesn't know about Percy, then. I tried to tell him that I'm in love with someone else and how it can be with gods.

[ a sigh as he pulls out his phone and orders the pizzas. good thing demigods love pizza. he has it on speed-dial. ]

[ikols]

He might have thought you meant me.

[ Snagging Nico's beltloops to tug him into his lap, sorry about the cold scalemail. ]

I told him how trustworthy you are, how you didn't take advantage of me when I was at my lowest.

[deathkid]

[ a blink as he settles into loki's lap, squirming slightly to get comfortable. ]

What point would there be in doing that? It wouldn't have changed the way you feel about Dick and would more likely make things worse.

[ pragmatic as usual. granted, it hadn't crossed his mind at the time, but if it had, he'd see the poor logic to it right away, like he does now. ]

[ikols]

Because it was important to me, Nico. You respected me.

[ His belts criss-cross underneath Nico, making it difficult with the armour to settle him comfortably, but Loki doesn't change into something else. He keeps him close, just as they are. ]

[deathkid]

[ a slow shake of his head. the mail might make things a bit uncomfortable, but he senses that loki needs the closeness, so he lifts his hands to card fingers through dark hair. ]

No, I mean what point would there have been in trying to manipulate you. But yes, I do respect you. I respect Dick as well. Therefore it makes little sense for me to try and steal you away.

[ikols]

You're too good to even consider how easy it would have been for you to have me there, in the surf and sand, aren't you? I had no direction, no anchor, no ... sense of worth. You were at liberty to manipulate me into doing or being anything for your own pleasure, and instead you tried to mend my relationship with my boyfriend.

[ He tugs on a lock at the front of Nico's head, dragging on him playfully. ]

[deathkid]

[ leaning forward a fraction, he watches loki before closing his eyes and licking his lips. ]

I'm sure it would have been easy if that was what I wanted. I'd rather have you when you want me, Loki. When you're you. Not a broken shell in need of the one he loves most. [ trailing his fingers along loki's jaw now. ] Besides, I've been that empty shell before too. And even if it was Percy doing it, I wouldn't want to be taken advantage of like that.

[ikols]

... You also told Dick that he needed to break off things with Wally.

[ Leaning into Nico's touch, Loki's smile grows. ]

You're really fighting my corner here, aren't you?

[deathkid]

Eh? But the presents that guy was sending were upsetting you.

[ a groan and not a pleased one as he leans forward to press their foreheads together. a pained expression crosses his features. ]

And you being here probably makes Dick suspect the worst. If he doesn't already hate me.

[ikols]

You can't tell someone to ignore their best friend, who also wasn't aware he was being inappropriate ... although in my opinion, he was, but I'm biased on my own side. So.

[ Pressing his nose into Nico's cheek, he wraps him up in a hug. ]

You're the only person I can talk to about this, I wasn't sure where else to go. I'm not good at having friends.

[deathkid]

[ wraps his arms around loki in return, squeezing him tight despite the scalemail. he even presses a soft kiss against loki's cheek, demonstrating that it's okay. ]

The way you put it made it sound like he was a romantic rival, but I'll forgive your bias this time. And you know you can talk to me any time. I'm not the best at having friends either, but... hopefully I can at least provide some comfort.

[ikols]

He is. Dick insisted otherwise and claimed he was wounded that I would ever consider him so weak as to cast me aside so easily ... yet I've decided to stay at the townhouse with Billy for a while, to avoid seeing any more of West's gifts. I mean, I do live there, but now I'll definitely be there.

[ Jiggling Nico on his knees. ]

You should come and play on my consoles, I've a vast collection of games.

[deathkid]

Do you always get so jealous of your lovers?

[ his ears warm as he says that last word, not accustomed to using it. even when will calls him his "boyfriend" he would get flustered. still does. ]

Yeah, that sounds fun. I might even show you a thing or two.

[ikols]

I used to be the God of Evil. Jealousy really doesn't rank very highly against that, I never switched off the part of my brain that says, 'Hey, perhaps not caring would be better', only the bit involving raining down immediate carnage.

[ Loki slips off his helm, twiddling around with it and then poking Nico's nose with the tip of a horn. ]

He wanted to be loved by everyone, you know? The First Loki. Unconditional adoration. I've got a better POV now.

[deathkid]

Your desire seems more focused, but it seems like you still want unconditional adoration, at least from one person. Love is dangerous though, Loki. And because you're a god, there are consequences for loving a mortal. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how often it ends in tragedy.

Like I told Dick, you need to fight as much as he does. You can't settle for being Cupid and expecting him to be Psyche, taking on all the burdens. Likewise, he needs to have faith in you and not give into distrust.

[ a pause as he huffs, scrunching his nose when it's "booped." ]

Listen to me, talking like I know better than a love god. But... I like to think I know some things.

[ikols]

You're very wise. Truth is, I'm not sure I care about being loved much at all, at times. I'd rather be out there turning tricks, uh, to put it one way, but not that way. I don't expect him to fling himself into paroxysms over me, I actually wish he wouldn't because then he'd be much healthier for it.

I kind of want to go find a rainbow to run on and see where it ends, or search the ruins of the other nations for leftover prizes, or ... or sit with Sleipnir and taste new meats together from the vendors. I have no idea how to stop Dick being miserable when I'm still angry and find it difficult to concentrate on dealing with a topic I don't enjoy.

[ Hands lifting, he gives a What Now shrug. ]

Chaos only heals by accident, and mine never really end that well.

[deathkid]

[ gives a shrug of his own, dismissing the way loki calls him wise. it's less wisdom to nico and more the unfortunately reality of experiencing heartache and the consequences of love for himself. ]

Trust me, I know how that's like. Being a demigod, I'm always feeling antsy. Like I should be fighting or training. Here, there's not much to do that requires that kind of thing and as a result it just feels... dull. I think that's why I see people like Vex or other people I have sex with. If I didn't do something, I'd go batty. But... I want to be loved too, sometimes.

[ reaching out, he takes those hands and threads their fingers together. ]

Give him and yourself some time. Not too long, because mortal lives are probably a blink to gods like you, but just... tell him you need a little time to cool your head. Then, refocus your attention somewhere else so you can let go of that anger. Then, when you're ready, you can give him the attention he deserves.

I already explained to him how capricious gods can be. Hopefully he'll remember that.

[ikols]

It's so boring. I'm bored, bored, bored! [ He waves a hand, brushing aside the Love Conquers All talk that withers in his ears. ] Where's the pizza, did you dial for it? Ah, let's put on Die Hard, it's the very best of Midgardian movies.

I'll care later, probably.

[deathkid]

[ it seems now is not the time for talking about these things, so he'll have to try and appease loki elseways. ] People keep saying I need to see that one. And yes, I did order it. It should be arriving any time now.

[ a beat. ] I don't think I have that movie.

[ikols]

[ A snap of his fingers and one of Nico's DVDs twirls into existence into Loki's grip, only whatever it was now has Bruce Willis's face on the front. Sorry if Nico liked that one. ]

Now you do!

[ The pizza's arrival has him sitting up, handing over the movie as Loki deposits a grateful kiss on Nico's cheek in passing. ]

I'll get the food, you make us comfy.

[deathkid]

[ opens his mouth to speak but when he realizes that loki is actually changing one of percy's dvds, but figures "oh well" and goes along with it. payback for the "bonerking" incident. taking the disc, he sets up the film, grabs some pillows from his room, along with his duvet, and then scurries to the kitchen for plates and napkins. when he returns, he throws the couch cushions on the floor to sit on and drags the coffee table close enough for them to eat off ]