Open Post for The Nexus - Loki's Popsicle Palace

[tr1ckortreat]

Loki had been in the Nexus a few months now and had settled down somewhat from his initial unorthodox entrance into a strange new world. He had met his brother, albeit a future version of Thor, but still his brother none he less. He had also met angels and beings from all over time and space. The god had even gained a furry, feathered feline companion in the form of Thorkitty, his catwing. The little creature had gotten used to his leather-clad owner and was now wandering around between Loki's long legs, looking up and expecting a fishy treat or two.

Today though, Loki was at his popsicle palace, which was his Norse looking hut, which sold all types of flavoured iced treats. The idea being that he would tout his trade and get to know his customers which could be known friends and strangers alike.

"Alright. I suppose you won't leave me alone until I give you one of these."

Loki summoned a fish-shaped treat biscuit in his palm and knelt down to offer it to his catwing. Thorkitty meowed loudly and took it from his hand, eating it quickly. He had grown in the month or so since Loki had adopted him. His wings taking on a more fuller form and his fur becoming thicker and much more blond. The name had stuck since the colour and temperament reminded him of his brother.

"Now, I wonder if we will get any customers today. Let us hope we do."

Opening the wooden doors to the shack, Loki popped the OPEN sign up and then walked back inside, looking out of the hatch and feeling the morning sun against his face.

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[tr1ckortreat]

"Oh? What sort of talents are your hands used for, Dorian?"

It was just too good to ignore the fact that this man was human and from Midgard and possibly enjoyed a challenge or two. Would he enjoy Loki's ostentatious behaviour and the blatant flirting he was showing right now? That was the real question. The man was enjoying his popsicle and there was no reason why the god couldn't have a piece of enjoyment in that.

"That would depend on if you enjoy kneeling in front of me, craving subjugation."

Those very words were used within the invasion and during the incident at Stuttgart. Loki could not feign the way he enjoyed the small thrill of having control over those humans for one minute moment. The way the mortals ran away like ants...

...yet, he was different now. No longer a man craving to stamp on mortals and Midgardians. He was within the Nexus now.

[mayfairmonster]

"Let's just say that polite society hasn't seen the like, and won't again unless decadence comes in fashion again." A small smirk. This is fun.

At that, Dorian resists the sigh welling up from within. What is it with gods and other immortals and domination? Not that he's one to talk. He never liked how little control he had over his time with Lucifer, and now he can't help but double down on seeking something very different.

"A rousing offer, but no, thank you. I've had my fill of that lately." Literally. He punctuates with a nibble of his popsicle. "Actually, I'll be quite candid with you. I've been on the lookout for like-minded people to spend some time with." Ever since he steamrolled his last, and most frequent, friendship into oblivion. "Do you like art? Dining out? Music?"

It might come off a little desperate to friendship-proposition someone he's just met, but after enough time spent cooped up in his townhouse, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't just a bit.

[tr1ckortreat]

Well now, wasn't that a rather cryptic response and one he hadn't expected to slip from the younger man's lips. Maybe once they formed a solid friendship with one another, Dorian would spill the secrets about his hands to Loki.

"Oh? A little lonely, are we?"

It was not meant as a spiteful question, but one out of curiosity, since the god did not know what humans did in their own time. Most of the time he assumed it was drinking, socialising and watching a large glass screen with flashing lights. That would be called a television, Loki.

"Indeed I do. Art, music and food can be awfully good at filling one's time when they seek it. Asgardian art and music are very tasteful and I'm sure it would interest you. Although, I could be persuaded to eat some mortal food and spend some time with you, Dorian."

Loki was mildly flirting with his new friend, his voice taking on a softer tone, wondering how this would pan out.

[mayfairmonster]

"Something like that. No harm in expanding one's social circle, hm? It keeps things interesting."

And a god, while a bit closer to an angel than he's entirely thrilled about, is infinitely more likely to be comfortable with the trappings of immortality and all of the inevitable darkness and conveniences of it. That kind of shorthand is valuable in an acquaintance-- or a friend.

"Glad to hear it." Genuinely. He's been so dreadfully bored. "I'm interested in seeing what your culture has to offer. What's Asgardian art like?"

[tr1ckortreat]

"I quite agree. As for Asgardian art it's probably best if I show you rather than try to explain it all."

Would the human even understand the art itself? Loki wondered about that and wondered if Dorian would enjoy seeing tales of battle, mythical creatures and tales of woe and legend. It was quite a heavy subject and most Asgardians revered their art. Yet, the young man was curious and the god was making a new friend it seemed.

"As for keeping things interesting. How about we have a more....private liaison with one another rather than here at the shop."

[mayfairmonster]

"I had several books dedicated to Norse mythology as a child," Dorian explains. "I'm sure whatever you've to show me will be triumphant." If any of the dramatic images and myths he's somewhat familiar with would seem to hold. He's always like the styles of art related to Norse mythology, and wonders if it compares to anything Earth has to offer on the subject.

At Loki's offer, the immortal smiles and tucks his wallet away again. This is a diversion he's looking forward to, regardless of where the god is about to take them. "Lead the way."

[tr1ckortreat]

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