It's not.. that I'm uncomfortable. Not exactly. It only.. made me think about things. It's different when I'm in Yggdrasil. But here, you can touch me. You held me.
[ she makes a little noise, flustered. ]
Anyway, I thought.. well. You're here now, and I've no idea when you'll get to return to your home and your family, so. It seems unfair to avoid you simply because I'm feeling a little resentful of myself.
[There's a pause--maybe it's hesitation, perhaps more likely it's Clint moving somewhere further away from any potential prying ears, given the way his voice drops in volume. And in tone. There's a breath in, almost not there.]
[But dinner is-- Fuck it, he'll just say it.] But dinner is appropriate. [At least he sounds vaguely amused about it.] So it isn't a date. Only a colloquial date, not a date.
You ask all your awkward something-or-others to dinner?
[ in spite of herself, there's a little thrill that zips through her at the agreement. it is intimate. she hadn't been considering it in those terms when she'd asked, but--
well, the change in clint's tone, the way he'd asked if loki wanted him to touch her--
no. no, she's not thinking about this. it's out of the question. it's just dinner. ]
Tonight, then? We can meet in town if you like, and choose a place together.
[He has a lot of questions for Loki. Mostly variations of 'why are you doing this when you know it's kind of weird', and so forth. Could've been drinks. Could've been tea. Could've been hey can we hang out in the library and chat. Dinner? Dinner has implications. Does she not know that, or being willfully ignorant?
But Clint agreed. Where that leads from there is anyone's guess. He hems and haws over the wardrobe this self of his here is accumulating and knows it can't be the style any of them would prefer; it's just what's available. There's a couple modern pieces that must have come with. Mix and match, then. It's fine. He's not huffing about how to dress for something that isn't supposed to be a date. It's fine. Nothing's weird besides every single thing.
He's a little early, so sue him. Hasn't quite gotten his bearings yet, not sure what to trust if anything. But. He's trusting Loki with a lot more than just where to eat. Funny how he counts a god of lies among the few that wouldn't lie to him.]
[ it may look more like a date than either of them quite intended, truthfully. the click of heels on cobblestone is the first indication that she's arrived, but she steps into view a moment later. wearing black, curls pinned loosely at her nape with emeralds, and with emeralds in her ears, she's obviously trying to look as unruffled about this whole thing as she's pretending that she is. there's a twinge of anxiety in the slight curve of her painted mouth, though, even as she smiles at the sight of him. ]
Clint. [ she hesitates a moment, then reaches out, smoothing at an invisible wrinkle in the human's collar. ] There's a place I like a few streets away. [ mostly for the people-watching, but the food is fairly decent, too, when she bothers to eat at all. ] Nothing terribly unfamiliar by Midgardian standards.
[Of course she's gorgeous. She always is, except in the times she's deliberately trying to lay low. Even then, she's enchanting. It might be deliberate, or she might have just forgotten herself, but when she reaches out, all instinct in Clint says to take her hand and kiss the back of it.
If it aches to remember yet again that this is not the Loki he knows and that, actually, for something that is not a date, that is definitely not appropriate, he tries to hide that from his face. Maybe if he just pretends he was being polite to a lady. Ugh. Idiot.
He doesn't drop her hand like it's hot, but he does lower it, let go, shove his own hands into pockets.]
For all the things around here that are unfamiliar, there's a lot that isn't, too.
[ the kiss to her hand makes her flush, and she has to forcefully shapeshift the color in her face away to hide it. she's fine. this is just dinner with a.. semi-friend. they're going to have fascinating fae-food, watch strangers, and chat. that's all. clint is in love with another loki, and he's sort of.. married to them, and to his wife. this is just dinner.
still, she tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to be her escort as she turns them down a street toward the restaurant in question. ]
Mm, the fae seem to have taken many cues over the years from Midgard and human culture. That's often part of the mythology, though, so I suppose I'm not surprised. [ her fingers press his arm gently. ] How are you managing?
Oh, y'know. I'm adaptable if nothing else. [It's strange to be in a body that's his but also distinctly not his. To be around people that know a different him. His roommate is a little teenage Japanese girl with moth antenna. Steve doesn't recognize him. It's fine. It's good. It's great.] Beats putting on a stupid outfit and jumping around anytime the Grandmaster tells me to do a flip.
[You know. Little things. He accepts the hand on his arm and the way he is not allowed to think of this Loki as his Loki, this is not 'Aunt Leah', and this is not a date (but what it is seems yet to be determined).]
Any particular reason for this shift, or you just felt like it today?
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[ she makes a little noise, flustered. ]
Anyway, I thought.. well. You're here now, and I've no idea when you'll get to return to your home and your family, so. It seems unfair to avoid you simply because I'm feeling a little resentful of myself.
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Do you want me to touch you, Loki?
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yes.
damn. ]
I don't think it would be.. appropriate. [ not that she's ever cared about propriety before, but.. this is different. ]
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You ask all your awkward something-or-others to dinner?
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If you're not interested, we don't have to.
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Didn't say that. Dinner would be nice. Especially with someone familiar. Or who looks familiar, anyway.
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well, the change in clint's tone, the way he'd asked if loki wanted him to touch her--
no. no, she's not thinking about this. it's out of the question. it's just dinner. ]
Tonight, then? We can meet in town if you like, and choose a place together.
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But Clint agreed. Where that leads from there is anyone's guess. He hems and haws over the wardrobe this self of his here is accumulating and knows it can't be the style any of them would prefer; it's just what's available. There's a couple modern pieces that must have come with. Mix and match, then. It's fine. He's not huffing about how to dress for something that isn't supposed to be a date. It's fine. Nothing's weird besides every single thing.
He's a little early, so sue him. Hasn't quite gotten his bearings yet, not sure what to trust if anything. But. He's trusting Loki with a lot more than just where to eat. Funny how he counts a god of lies among the few that wouldn't lie to him.]
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Clint. [ she hesitates a moment, then reaches out, smoothing at an invisible wrinkle in the human's collar. ] There's a place I like a few streets away. [ mostly for the people-watching, but the food is fairly decent, too, when she bothers to eat at all. ] Nothing terribly unfamiliar by Midgardian standards.
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If it aches to remember yet again that this is not the Loki he knows and that, actually, for something that is not a date, that is definitely not appropriate, he tries to hide that from his face. Maybe if he just pretends he was being polite to a lady. Ugh. Idiot.
He doesn't drop her hand like it's hot, but he does lower it, let go, shove his own hands into pockets.]
For all the things around here that are unfamiliar, there's a lot that isn't, too.
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still, she tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to be her escort as she turns them down a street toward the restaurant in question. ]
Mm, the fae seem to have taken many cues over the years from Midgard and human culture. That's often part of the mythology, though, so I suppose I'm not surprised. [ her fingers press his arm gently. ] How are you managing?
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[You know. Little things. He accepts the hand on his arm and the way he is not allowed to think of this Loki as his Loki, this is not 'Aunt Leah', and this is not a date (but what it is seems yet to be determined).]
Any particular reason for this shift, or you just felt like it today?