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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[coldsong]

He follows patiently enough, nibbling on his snack as they go. He even idly laces his fingers between hers, swinging their hands together gently. Loki may be a damaged, untrustworthy individual, but he's apparently not so far gone he can't accept and savor a moment of peace.

"...I ought to warn you," he says at length, as they get close to her door. "I am a shapeshifter. You may come home and find me looking unlike myself at times."

Not that he shifts gratuitously, but he's decided that here, in the Nexus, the more forms he's comfortable in the better. Disguise is advantageous. He may as well practice.

[sweetcandygirl]

She beams at him at the simple gesture of him holding her hand. He might be damaged -- but even that is a step up from her relationship with Joker.

"Will we need a password, so I don't try to stranger-danger attack you?"

"And can I request no creepy clowns?" She unlocks her door, letting him in.

[coldsong]

Loki is more or less a villain and probably bad for everyone he comes into contact with, but even at that rate he's inevitably going to be a kinder paramour than Joker. He's certainly not going to deliberately abuse her.

It takes him a while to notice how pleased she looks, but once he does he's a little touched. Hand-holding and cuddling is really no effort at all; if that's all it takes to win a smile from her, they might be in for a better time than he dared hope.

"A password isn't a bad idea." He kind of wants to see what she'd do if she attacked him, actually, but it might be better for all concerned if they just spar sometime instead.

"I...have zero interest in clowns, creepy or otherwise. Request approved and noted in the record."

Inside, the first thing he notices are the silks hung from the high ceiling, and he breaks into an almost dazzled smile. It's a pretty tableau.


[[I can have Cricket there if you want a 3-character thread, but if not, you can assume he's out somewhere.]]

[sweetcandygirl]

That is appropriate. Harley is still more or less a villain herself. Their relationship is going to be a rollercoaster on both sides.

"But Harlequinns are alright?" She winks at the play on words, that has a lot in common with her own name.

She notices him admiring the silks, and laughs. "Promise I will give you a show. I practice a lot."

[We can do that. Perhaps on a journal thread?]

[coldsong]

"I'm not that well-versed in the commedia dell'arte," he says distractedly. He's aware her name is a play on words, but he's not thinking of it in light of the view he's seeing and the possibilities that occur. "But I do like a character with wit and cunning."

"It's charming," he tells her, refocusing on her. "You're an acrobat?"

[[Sure! Would you like to do the starter this time?]]

[sweetcandygirl]

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