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[deathkid]

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

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[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 ]

[ikols]

[ Loki heads over to the pizza delivery girl, tipping her fifty darian. He returns to the lounge in his hoodie and jeans with a piece of paper waving from his fingers, pleased to find Nico has succeeded in making them a nest. ]

Got her number! I think she was being nice because of the tip. [ So the number ignites with green flames and burns itself out. He kneels down next to Nico, inhaling greedily as the boxes open. ] This is exactly how I spent my nights with Verity back home, only we would have a documentary on.

[deathkid]

Will and I got a chance to do this a couple times before Apollo showed up. I usually had to bribe the Stoll twins to get me movies. Will always insisted I needed to get caught up with modern movies. [ scoots over to make room for loki and then raises his eyebrows. ] How much did you tip her?

[ikols]

A bit extra. She had a nice smile and even wore the silly company cap.

[ Should have given her more, really. Munching away, he slouches against Nico's side. If Loki compartmentalises, and he does, it's with severe efficiency; the events of the morning and previous evening seem a million miles away from his mind as he placidly watches an old movie. ]

What did Will make you watch?

[deathkid]

Huh. [ shrugs, snagging a piece to munch on as he considers pizza delivery people and their hats for a few seconds. then, swallowing, he shrugs. ]

History stuff, mostly. Those seventy years went by really fast for me, like a week, but so much happened. I wasn't surprised that my siblings lost the second world war, though.

[ikols]

Your ... ? Nico, that's wild.

[ Giving him The Eye, trying not to burst out laughing because Holy Odin's Eyeball. ]

[deathkid]

[ a brief nod as he takes another bite of his pizza. ]

Pretty much. Father said my siblings were on the losing side. I didn't know at the time, of course.

[ikols]

I didn't think you would.

[ An arm snakes around Nico to tug him closer, with Loki's softer side on show as he nuzzles a pizza-y kiss on Nico's cheek. The way the teenager fits into Loki's embrace is more than a little addictive. ]

[deathkid]

Well, I was only ten. Mother and Father kept us away from all that.

[ a hum as he's kissed, scooting closer to return them. he's not bothered by the way loki's breath smells of garlic and pepperoni, instead finding being close to the godling just as addictive. ]

[ikols]

Good parenting, briefly.

[ The pepperonilic assault continues for a few more kisses, stealing one off plump pink lips before he slouches to watch more of the movie. Fingertips brush idly up and down the arm on Nico's other side as Loki hugs him, craving contact. ]

Do you ever want to be a dad? In the far, far future I mean, with Will.

[deathkid]

You mean have kids of my own?

[ a pause as he considers this. if he's honest, he's never give much thought to the future. mostly because he knows demigods rarely live that long. but if he were... ]

I guess I never thought about it. But... I suppose if things worked out with him, we could adopt. There are a lot of demigod kids that lose their parents for one reason or another.

[ another pause ]

I don't know how good of a dad I'd be, though. The older a demigod gets, the more dangerous their lives become. I wouldn't want to put a child at risk because of that.

[ikols]

What if you and Will made a life here, where I could help protect you?

[ An honest offer, peering at him as he chews his new slice. ]

[deathkid]

[ considers this. it wouldn't be too different from living in new rome he supposes. he'd be leaving people behind but that would be the same regardless of where he went. ]

I... guess if he came and was okay with that. You'd really do that, wouldn't you?

[ikols]

Yes, of course. Then I'd protect your child's child, and so on. Because of you.

[ Here, have a nibble of his pizza, as if he's talking about the weather. ]

[deathkid]

Loki...

[ it's hard to express his gratitude at the thought, so he leans over and presses a soft, slow kiss to loki's cheek. ]

[ikols]

[ His fingertips walk up Nico's arm to re-bury in his hair, sifting through as Loki turns his head for a similar kiss but from Nico's lips. Just as slow, just as soft, watching the flutter of eyelashes while cradling his head. ]

You taste ... of barbecue.

[ Waggling his brows, wow such romance. ]

[deathkid]

[ nico doesn't ask for romance though. and he's happy with what he gets from loki, smiling slightly as he scrunches his nose. ]

Better than funeral flowers.

[ muttered as he brushes his mouth against loki's again, lips parting to encourage a deeper kiss. ]

[ikols]

I liked the f— nmph.

[ If his tongue could be counted as an extra limb with the way it slip-slides into Nico's hot little mouth, that wouldn't be inaccurate; his tongue is more suited to drive men wild than any other appendage the godling sports, in a variety of ways. Lashing at soft walls and scooping away the saltiness of bread, no corner of the kiss goes unfucked as Loki's cool lips seek the grinding burn of Nico's to hold it open and delve deeper. At some point he brushes away whatever remains in their hands of the pizza and tugs at a slight pair of hips, guiding him onto his lap and the semi-hard bump beneath his jeans that may have been there a while, unnoticed.

The kiss breaks with a wet smack, panting shallow and hard with want. Things with Nico are relatively simple, loving while they can without ardent promises to get in the way. Good friends with even better benefits. ]

When are your housemates due back?