Loki: Worst Matchmaker Ever?

[coldsong]

Loki has a peculiar way of preparing to speak: he does not clear his throat or straighten his clothes or loosen his collar, but merely takes long, slow strides into an open spot. There are no stages in the area of the Nexus in which he finds himself, but the way he stands and opens his arms--all grace and hubris--seems to make the flat plain ground around him into his personal catwalk, the diffuse light around him his own personal spotlight.

You may not take him seriously, but you'd be hard-pressed not to notice his presence.

"Nexus, if I may bend your collective ears for a moment? I have a simple, if heartfelt, request."

I would like to see if my big brother is capable of feeling embarrassment.

"I am the younger sibling of Thor Odinson, a man--nay, a god--of great power, courage, and nobility. There are few who equal him in battle, and until now I would say few who equal him in the realm of the heart. Alas, it seems that at this time in his life, events in our world have wounded his confidence greatly. I wish to build him back up, so to speak, but my best efforts thus far have fallen flat."

"Frankly, I feel that his alteration in hairstyle, clumsy and poorly-planned though it may be, suits the peculiar shape of his head far better than his previous, doll-like golden tresses. There is a certain simplicity to his change of outfit that matches with the simplicity characteristic of his thought patterns. A change for the better, certainly, and moreover it shows his true mettle, the way he has no fear of appearing as the leader and representative of our people with his cape tattered at the hem and unmended, as if he has of late escaped from the engine of our borrowed space vessel."

"Nexus, friends, what more can I tell him to restore his pride? You will find him nearby, I think, if you wish to get a look at him, or if he finds himself too shy to observe this conversation I am certainly capable of producing images to show what he looks like. All compliments directed at him will be accepted with gratitude, and perhaps one of you will even find it in your heart to court him, however temporarily. I cannot guarantee he will be amenable, as he is so very timid of late, but I think it would do his heart well to experience a flirtation once more."

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[gorogorogoro_chan]

Wow. Wow. Majima thought it would take a few more drinks before he'd get a song out of Loki, but ... damn. He hoots and claps in approval. There's an equal response from the rest of the patrons, with the exception of a few scattered groans from those who recognize the song. One man stands to pop out for a smoke, but Majima steps in his way and steers him back to his seat. "Sit your rude ass down, buttball. This man is pourin' out his soul and you're gonna damn well enjoy it."

When the song ends and Loki's returned to the bar, he'll find an appreciative slap on the shoulder and a fresh pour of wine waiting for him. "Ha! Here I was thinkin' you were a total stiff! Color me surprised."

Naturally, his attention veers back to Thor. He prods him sharply in the ribs. "Oi! Yer turn, blondie. Let's hear those pipes."

[coldsong]

It would take most of the stock of the bar to get Loki even the slightest bit tipsy, alas. He doesn't have Thor's prodigious capacity for food and drink, but his Jotun system processes poisons at a shocking rate. He has rarely run into anything that could affect it, even the hardest of Asgardian hard liquor. He's not above pretending to be drunk, though, if there's anything to gain by the performance.

There's no need for that while he sings, though, and despite how absorbed he appears to be in the song, he notes all the reactions, all the comings and goings in the room. A few of the most vociferous groaners will find the song stuck in their head for days to come, a more tenacious earworm than it already is, courtesy of his magic. Lucky for the man who attempted to leave that Majima stopped him. His fate would have been worse.

All in all, he seems to be in high spirits when he makes his way back to them, preening slightly. He takes the slap on the shoulder with a regal, smug nod of his head, and raises the glass in a salute before drinking half the wine in one go. "You caught me on a good night," he tells him. "I didn't intend to indulge at first, but I think I could get to like this."

Now comes the real challenge, though. Loki gives his brother a catlike grin. "Thor. Thor, do sing for us. I did it, now you have to, as well."

It's going to take more than that logic, he knows, to get Thor up on stage, but between him and their new friend, there's a chance they can be persuasive enough.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor raises his eyebrows at their demands, thoroughly unsurprised that they're trying to rope him into some ridiculous performance. Not that he minds being the center of attention or anything, but singing isn't usually his weapon of choice.

"Do I? I don't recall that being part of my agreement. I was promised no strings attached," he adds, casting his gaze to Majima. Though if this human is anything like Loki, a little thing like honesty isn't an insurmountable obstacle, now is it? Time to see how far they plan to push him, then.