‘ yes. there’s no hesitation in the young queen’s answer, because what’s the point in denying the ice and current of cold and winter that she can feel flowing just BENEATH HER SKIN.
‘ most would disagree with that.’ then again, most people – humans at least – didn’t seem to think that anything else existed. they had their physical world and then their religious world. nothing else in-between. not really at least on most days. ‘especially when you start getting into more radical ideas.’
C U R I O U S about the creature, Proxima finds herself staring. Not long enough to make anyone uncomfortable (though when has she ever been concerned with that?), but enough to be noticed, perhaps.
“ Why have you come? ” She asks after a moment. “ What business do you have with the Titan? ”
THAT WAS THE QUESTION wasn’t it? Why he was here INSTEAD of relaxing on some frozen wasteland where he’d get some semblance peace. Truth be told, he’d rather be ANYWHERE, but here… then again? He didn’t HAVE that luxury. Not today at least.
The stare, for what it was, went almost unnoticed or maybe he just didn’t care. It wouldn’t have been the first time ANYONE did so and most certainly wouldn’t be the last. A reason to why he knew it was in his best interests to not mention it.
“Does it matter?” The question was asked with FAR more DISTASTE than intended for the moment. “I’m here due to the fact it was REQUESTED,” he said, voice raising just a bit more than intended.
he’d tried to DIE before. it never ended well for anyone around him; usually ky find himself GASPING for air after it was finished. SOMEONE or something kept him from the brink of death. maybe it was his own SURVIVAL instincts or maybe it was something else. he had long STOPPED trying to DETERMINE what it was. all he knew now was that it was IMPOSSIBLE to stop the DOWNWARD spiral he was in. though, he could DIVERT it… if he had the means or perhaps even an OPPORTUNITY. ❝ i highly DOUBT that death would ever WANT me. ❞ then again, he’d been WRONG before. ❝ we’re not exactly on SPEAKING terms. ❞
He glances up from his phone at the man who was certainly not supposed to be in his office. A raised brow is the only outward sign of surprise he shows. “Seriously, what do I even pay security for?” he mumbled. “You don’t look like a reporter, and they’re usually not ballsy enough to sneak in here. So, who the hell are you?”
“security only works in some instances, but they can’t protect against everything.” somethings, like himself, could simply slip on through every precaution. then again, when ky knew what he was after or even wanted… he made sure to obtain it. one way or another. “as for who i am? let’s just say i’m interested and go from there.”
“My brother tells me you are in
search of a relic.”
It wasn’t every day that
Thor brought him someone who was looking for something they had within the
vault. It wasn’t every day that someone was brought to him period, so he had agreed to meet with this stranger. It was a nice
reprieve from watching the trainees trip each other up and make complete idiots
of themselves. While his brother warned him not to trust the man, Loki thought
that he should decide for himself. Even now, he could sense that there was
something different in the other. A darker aura, certainly, but there were many races in the multiverse that had
similar auras.
Well. It was a mystery that
would solve itself in time.
“And what would you expect this
relic to do?”
“think of it more as a means to an end.”
he already was on uneasy footing with everyone here. his arrival had been… difficult at best. most of his connections had been extinguished just to arrive here and it would take decades to regain what he had previously. that was if such a thing was possible, but there was always a slight amount of hope. even if it was just a very small possibility of such a thing happening.
still, he was at least playing ‘nice’ here, and that meant he couldn’t pull his usual betrayal at the first possible moment. no, he would wait till the third… or maybe the forth possible moment to do so. that way, he could build some what of a general feeling of trust, and any uneasiness could fade away – making his actions far worse than they would have been before. even more so if they were… unexpected.
“among other things,” he said, hands sliding into his pockets. “it should take care of a problem; if not permanently… at least for thousand years or so.” maybe a bit longer if he was lucky, but even getting his father out of his hair for a short amount of time would suffice. “killing them would be the best course of action, but if not? i’m open to… other options as well.”
“That’s what happens when you try and get a borrower to do the work of a real witch.”
“unfortunately, i don’t get along with most witches – borrower’s or otherwise. something about my bloodline gets them going in circles about how i shouldn’t be here.” there was a quick roll of his eyes as his arms folded across his chest to so his dissatisfaction with the situation, “they usually all try to kill me.”
that was always the question wasn’t it? how would someone define misbehaving. sometimes, it was burning down buildings, or even a whole country side
“usually murder. just depends on the day. ”
not exactly the day, but rather his mood. he was prone to violence; it was the only action that cured that little itch under his skin – that little insatiable need that never could fully be scratched. fighting or murder. it didn’t matter to him, but one usually lead to the other. there was no in between. well, not with him at least.
‘ oh good, yet another demon at my doorstep. do your higher ups just not like you or are you so confident as to believe you’ll be able to stroll out of this little exchange unscathed? ’
‘ i don’t believe anyone likes me.’ not that it mattered that much to him. it was easier to be hated than liked — that way, he wouldn’t have to change who he was. well, not too much at least, ‘ either way? it might be better if i don’t come out of this. for everyone. ’
❛ you know that i have to stop you, right ? ❜ it’s a statement more than a question. she doesn’t know what happens to someone such as him if his plans are left to come to fruition, but natasha is pretty damn sure she knows what i means for her, and the rest of humanity.
❛ did you really think we wouldn’t stand in your way?❜
it always came down to the obvious, but then again, if it was up to him, he wouldn’t have any resistance at all. just a simple get-in, get-out, and get the job done. of course, life never exactly was easy — he learned that the hard way long ago. a reason to why he had attempted to calculate almost all possibilities. up to and of course, including this one, ❛ i was hoping… it could have been avoided. ❜ he spoke the honest truth, but then again, he was far beyond his means with what he was planning. he also knew that if he didn’t play his cards properly, there would be no second chances, and he would find everything he had worked towards crumbled around him, ❛ —– then again, this isn’t the first time i’ve been wrong, and it won’t be the last either. ❜
Fitz wasn’t sure about this op. He was just an extra pair of boots on the ground more than anything but he had a strange feeling prickling the back of his neck as he moved around the noisy club with a drink in hand. He desperately wanted to down it to ease his nerves but he was pretending to sip it in case anyone was watching him for suspicious behavior.
This wasn’t his natural habitat. Despite the knowledge that this wasn’t real life, just an op, he felt uncomfortable—and worse—vulnerable. He rubbed the back of his neck as he sat down at the bar, turning to the bloke next to him to perhaps start up a conversation and keep from seeming so out of place.
“Does the bartender ever even get down to this end of the bar?” he asked, chuckling. It’d taken him twenty minutes to get the drink he had, not that he really needed another.
“not unless you flash a few hundreds in their face.” well, that was one way of putting it. even though he could already tell it was going to be one of ‘those’ days. everything managed to feel off — even worse normal communication with someone didn’t feel right.
of course, if it was up to him, he would have stayed as far away as possible from everyone. that way, he could relax with out having to deal with other people. the case and point was right near him, “then again,“ he continued on, “ they don’t like me that much.” he could have elaborated more on the subject, even as to the reasons to why, but instead, the man moved to take a sip of his own drink.
“not these days at least.” he mused as he gave the other a short once-over, “so, they might be thinking you’re one of mine, but then again? maybe they don’t like your outfit…. or looks.”
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