Knife Throwing at the Viper's Pit [Nexus_Crossings]

[tr1ckortreat]

Loki had been in the Nexus a good few weeks now and had gotten used to some of the locale and locals inhabiting the place. His brother was a welcome addition and even some of the mortals were not too bad considering. Yet, he felt wasted. He had to hone his skills, so he had decided to use the opportunity to frequent the Viper's Pit establishment owned by another Loki.

A knife throwing contest.

It was open to all out in the back so that people had enough room to move and spectate if they so wished. The knife throwing board was a straw target perched up with a bulls-eye painted in the middle. A standard target used by archers and knife-throwers alike. Loki also arranged for a few jugs of mead and wine to be close by so that spectators and opponents could keep themselves hydrated.

"I wonder who the first will be to reach a bulls-eye. Anyone feel up to challenging a god?"

His smirk was genuine and so were the black-hilted knives he was currently flipping into the air and catching deftly. His long digits easily finding the handle avoiding the blade effortlessly. A thousand or more years being trained in knives helped.

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[tr1ckortreat]

The mug being pushed back towards him was an obvious show of defiance on his part and caused Loki to raise an eyebrow at the gesture. Was plain mead not good enough for an angel of torture and blood? Obviously not.

"Oh? Then, what would you prefer? I can summon up a drink of your choice with my magic."

He wasn't about to be upstaged by this winged demon and Loki was the host tonight so was in charge. Moloch, as demanding as he was, would be sated with a refreshment one way or another. The challenge was ripe for the taking. The invasion of his personal space caused Loki to inhale sharply and then cock his head.

"I do, yet there is a time and place, Moloch. If you might notice, we are not alone, but in a tavern full of people. This is hardly the time or place for us to--get acquainted in such a way with one another."

[bloodysacrifice]

"I don't drink summoned libations nor am I interested in your alcoholic brews." While it came across as rebellious, this was also a necessity for his appetites and gastro-intestinal needs. He wasn't about to make himself sick for the benefit of this person showing they could be a good host.

Moloch grins and then laughs at his response. "What are you, scared and ashamed?" Moloch was continuing to press closer. "Just like the humans you try to distance yourselves from and bound by the same modesty of God's dicta."