Knife Throwing at the Viper's Pit [Nexus_Crossings]

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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]

Moloch seemed different to the other angels that Loki had so far come to meet within the Nexus. There was something distinctly dangerous about him and that in itself caused a slight thrill to trace up Loki's spine. Whether or not he should be slightly wary of the creature still remained to be seen, yet Loki was no fool and would keep his gaze on the man. Right now, he was focused on running this competition and the angel's obvious intimidating visage and appearance did nothing to rattle his calm exterior.

"I think your words are misplaced, sir. Although, I do congratulate you on your attire this evening."

His piercing gaze ghosting over the leather and slightly metallic look the man was rocking. If it was sass Moloch wanted then Loki could offer it in droves. Many a man, god and mortal had faced the slicing tongue of the god of lies and being within the Nexus was no different for Loki. He could throw insults with the best of them. Cocking his head to the side when he felt the knife snatched out of his hand caused him to smile slightly.

Arrogance. He had seen among countless people and this angel was no different, even if he did smell like death. The tang of blood could almost be tasted on the tip of Loki's tongue.

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch is unruffled by Loki. Once you stab God in the back it takes quite a thing to unsettle you.

"Are you going to prove they're misplaced?" Moloch questions while testing the sharpness of the knife he'd taken. "I prefer the axe and whip but I'm willing to play your games."

Though Moloch was arrogant, typically it was his fearlessness that made him cocky in the face of others. His wings shift, silver flight feathers dragging on each other like the sound of sharpening knives.

[tr1ckortreat]

The unease could be felt across the whole room but Loki was one to watch and learn regarding said individuals. Over the centuries he'd met various monsters, creatures even aliens who were immensely powerful and dangerous. The Chitauri being such creatures of knowledge and numbers. This Moloch should not be any different, surely, even if he were an angel residing here. To Loki, it was all rather entertaining to see such a being attend his contest.

"I suppose I could but then it would rather ruin the whole decorum of the evening. We're here to have fun and not make threats. Please, enjoy yourself."

He offered the angel a bow and a quick smirk. Being intimidated did not often affect Loki and right now, he was enjoying the creature's obvious sass. His keen eyes flick to Moloch's wings, feeling the grating sound reverberate through him. It was slightly unsettling but Loki was not going to back down to this man, who probably intimidated most that came near him.

[bloodysacrifice]

"Do you believe my kind have ever followed decorum?" Moloch questions and he's ever so slowly moving toward getting into Loki's personal space.

"Yes, we are." Moloch purred the words. "Unfortunate, that enjoyment is such a limited concept here."

He's twirling the knife with the point pressed against his finger tip and slowly drawing blood. The interaction is enough that Lucifer is watching. He doesn't think Moloch will actually bite anyone, or that the anti-violence field would stop it, but who knows. It is enough to keep an eye on his own.

Moloch does stop and consider Loki with a long gaze that is somewhere between predatory and darkly sensual. "A drink, then, if you are going to be so mundane with your fun and enjoyment."

[tr1ckortreat]

Loki offered the man a predatory look in exchange and clicked his fingers, summoning a mug of mead for him to drink. His eyes never left Moloch's, as he passed the mug over and carefully made sure the man wasn't about to bite his fingers off. That could happen and Loki knew it all too well with those sharp teeth of his.

"Oh, I do understand your words. Enjoyment could mean a vast range of things and I know a man of your calibre has probably delved into sordid varieties of enjoyment."

He stepped back after passing the angel his drink, clasping both hands behind his back and watching. The man was obviously trying to get into Loki's space and intimidate him, yet he stood his ground. It would take much more to intimidate Loki of Asgard. As for how Moloch was going to enjoy the evening, that was going to play out right here, right now.

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch puts his hand on the mug and pushes it back toward Loki. He notices the gaze and runs his tongue over his teeth.

"My taste for drinks isn't so common." Moloch grins wickedly. "I am the Horrid King by title."

He kept pushing the cup and stepped forward into Loki's personal space. It's getting hard to tell if this is sensual or predatory action. The smile hasn't faded. "I thought you likes people close to you."

[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."