"Nothing to do with you?" A wild request from Loki, and he actually has to lean back and think about the things that--aren't Loki, when talking to Loki.
"I...was actually thinking about what to do with the house once Nate's gone." He and Laura have had short little discussions, but nothing concrete planned. "I mean, we're not gonna get rid of it; it's a good place, really is home now, and I'm not about to turn it into a rental or an airbnb or anything like that and compromise the location. But it'll be really quiet. It already feels like too much space." A short laugh: "Until the holidays come around, then it'll feel like just the right size again."
"It's my understanding that friends know things about one another's lives, concerns, whathaveyou." Offhand. Like he hadn't thought about it, or read books on the subject, or read articles, or countless internet forums and memes and short videos by humans struggling to emotionally connect with other humans.
Like he hasn't done research on the topic.
"The quiet is one of the hardest parts of living alone. Or alone-ish, in your case. Sometimes a benefit but often it's just... empty." Smaller spaces are easier to manage, in that way, but Clint isn't looking for solutions or suggestions so Loki doesn't mention it.
"Do you like the quiet?" Without mentioning the whole friend thing. Whatever. But he's curious now. "I mean, you grew up in a palace full of people, presumably. Is being on your own too quiet, or do you like it better that way now?"
"I like quiet in the sense of not having other people around in certain situations. Reading, painting, studying, that sort of thing." The audio equivalent of a shrug at the end of that sentence. "When I was a child I thought that I preferred quiet, but what I actually preferred was knowing when and how I was going to be interrupted from the quiet.
I'm used to it, I suppose? I don't know that I would say that I like it better now. I wouldn't live with strangers, however, at this rate, ever again if it could at all be avoided."
"I guess it must be nice to have your own space, anyway." Seeing as he can't imagine not sharing space with someone for most of his life. He's really not sure what it's like on a more permanent basis. "Can't see you with strangers, though, no. Get on your nerves, and you'd be too intense for them."
"It is nice, yes." Lonely and strange at its worst times, but it remains the least stressful living arrangement he's had in quite a while. "I'm too intense for most, whether or not I'm already annoyed.
"Will you become the sort of people who host parties in order to fil the house with noise? I imagine not." But it does beg the question, what will the Bartons do with an empty house?
"I don't know. Maybe. For some of the people that are left, and some of the new kids, maybe. Probably not. We haven't really made any decisions and probably won't until Nate's about ready to graduate."
And then it really will be too quiet. What are they going to do with themselves?
"I imagine he'll be like his siblings and make sure to keep in touch with Uncle Loki all the time."
That seems like a late point to make decisions, but he supposes something should be said for avoidance tendencies.
"I'm not concerned about that, really." Mostly because he and Nate already have a shared language of memes and strange references to build off of, and he already texts Loki more often than his siblings do. "I am concerned about you, in the future, in a quiet house. What happens when you're bored more often than not?"
Laura's been out of it long enough that she probably would only be logistical support. For whatever group she might fall in with. SWORD maybe.
"There's still plenty of trouble I can help right in the world. Or get into and get myself half killed. Could always try and take on new building projects, though. Keep my hands busy."
He squints out into the night. "Or maybe that's when you'll swoop in and really harp on the whole being your chosen weapon thing. Maybe you've got some chores for me to do."
Another sip of tea. He's not sure how he feels about either of those particular options, honestly. Clint and Laura going back into the field make him feel like his own actions towards making Clint stronger and longer lived than the typical earthbound human would probably hit the light nearly immediately.
"I would prefer you about as close to death as you are today."
A soft scoff. "You know the offer stands to see other worlds, at the very least. I am not going to force it on you." Once again, skirting too close to things they don't talk about. "Not this decade."
"I dunno, if you were going to, I'd hurry if I were you. God knows the next time I go somewhere and trouble lands right in my lap, I've lived on borrowed time for half my life."
"You say that as though I don't have the means to keep tabs on where you are when you wander away from home." A beat. Loki finishes his tea and sets it down on the coffee table. "Do you want me to convince you?"
"I'm not getting whisked away on intergalactic adventures with you." Not yet. Not just yet. Nate still needs to be cared for until he's out of the house. "Might be able to convince Laura she needs a vacation, though. What's a place you'd like to show me?"
"Well if I'm to take people on a vacation there's any number of spots." Loki hums. "Gibborum is beautiful mid-winter, Indigarr has gorgeous sunsets and fascinating horticulture. I could do a whirlwind tour, I suppose. Sights to see around the galaxy."
He winces to himself after, recognizing that maybe Loki's favorite place is probably someplace that doesn't even exist anymore. "Favorite that we could go to, I mean."
It occurs to Clint what this whirlwind tour might actually be. "Starting to think this isn't actually a vacation you're planning." More of a leave and never look back, keep going until eventually one of them (Clint) croaks. Cause as much trouble somewhere as possible, take off to parts unknown, rinse repeat.
"Is there anywhere on Earth you want to see that you haven't already?"
"There are some places. Some of them possibly mythical, the rest simply uninterested in contact with the broader outside world. Should I compile a list?"
"Well..." Does Atlantis exist? He's not taking the likes of Loki to Wakanda. Shit, does Loki know more about the planet than he does? "I can't promise I'd be able to get you to any of those places."
There's a soft sound that might be Clint thudding his head back against the wall. "Sorry, that was...rude. This was my idea in the first place." To talk. Just talk. Try not to ruin everything. "A list would be nice."
"If I say anything, you're going to actually send it, and I'll feel kind of weird about it." He mulls it over. "Some heavy duty painkillers. Dignity if you have any to spare."
"Can you send magic?" Actually curious. Because frankly, with the life Clint's led, of course they've got some heavy duty shit in their medicine cabinet. Some stuff they probably shouldn't legally have in an emergency kit. "Or do you have to do that in person? Or you mean like, runes, or a pouch of enchanted herbs to steep in tea, or something like that?"
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"I...was actually thinking about what to do with the house once Nate's gone." He and Laura have had short little discussions, but nothing concrete planned. "I mean, we're not gonna get rid of it; it's a good place, really is home now, and I'm not about to turn it into a rental or an airbnb or anything like that and compromise the location. But it'll be really quiet. It already feels like too much space." A short laugh: "Until the holidays come around, then it'll feel like just the right size again."
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Like he hasn't done research on the topic.
"The quiet is one of the hardest parts of living alone. Or alone-ish, in your case. Sometimes a benefit but often it's just... empty." Smaller spaces are easier to manage, in that way, but Clint isn't looking for solutions or suggestions so Loki doesn't mention it.
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I'm used to it, I suppose? I don't know that I would say that I like it better now. I wouldn't live with strangers, however, at this rate, ever again if it could at all be avoided."
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"Will you become the sort of people who host parties in order to fil the house with noise? I imagine not." But it does beg the question, what will the Bartons do with an empty house?
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And then it really will be too quiet. What are they going to do with themselves?
"I imagine he'll be like his siblings and make sure to keep in touch with Uncle Loki all the time."
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"I'm not concerned about that, really." Mostly because he and Nate already have a shared language of memes and strange references to build off of, and he already texts Loki more often than his siblings do. "I am concerned about you, in the future, in a quiet house. What happens when you're bored more often than not?"
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Laura's been out of it long enough that she probably would only be logistical support. For whatever group she might fall in with. SWORD maybe.
"There's still plenty of trouble I can help right in the world. Or get into and get myself half killed. Could always try and take on new building projects, though. Keep my hands busy."
He squints out into the night. "Or maybe that's when you'll swoop in and really harp on the whole being your chosen weapon thing. Maybe you've got some chores for me to do."
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Another sip of tea. He's not sure how he feels about either of those particular options, honestly. Clint and Laura going back into the field make him feel like his own actions towards making Clint stronger and longer lived than the typical earthbound human would probably hit the light nearly immediately.
"I would prefer you about as close to death as you are today."
A soft scoff. "You know the offer stands to see other worlds, at the very least. I am not going to force it on you." Once again, skirting too close to things they don't talk about. "Not this decade."
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He winces to himself after, recognizing that maybe Loki's favorite place is probably someplace that doesn't even exist anymore. "Favorite that we could go to, I mean."
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People usually know who he is. Trouble occurs. Memories haunt him.
"Perhaps somewhere new."
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"Is there anywhere on Earth you want to see that you haven't already?"
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But it's nice to dream? Ugh.
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"That's fine. This is an exercise, anyway."
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There's a soft sound that might be Clint thudding his head back against the wall. "Sorry, that was...rude. This was my idea in the first place." To talk. Just talk. Try not to ruin everything. "A list would be nice."
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Anything else I should send you?"
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