driftfleet | [ video + planet catchall ] so bring your good times and your laughter too

Who: Loki + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes
When: Right here, right now.

[ video ]

[ Loki is sitting on a chair, decked in . . . a large fancy red robe. The background music is currently playing this song, something he heard on the planet and immediately stole for his own needs. He's sitting on the chair, legs slightly up in the air like he don't care because guess what — ]

It seems my request was approved and I am now the captain of the First Breath. Rest assured, I will treat my crew benevolently. Possibly with beer and movies.

[ i. knife play ]

[ Loki has never liked competitions.

Which seems like a paradox because Loki certainly likes to win. But he never had the acumen for Asgard's sports. He could barely lift their swords and axes, after all, constantly stumbling and falling into the dirt. A weakling. It was his mother, a shield-maiden of old who gifted him with his daggers, showed him the form he needed. And like the crack of a white, Loki's knife-throw was impeccable. He could cut down men twice his size meters away. So he found himself here, one of the Bright Birds (for now), flicking daggers at the bulls eye with ease, letting the applause wash over him.

It felt . . . good. That doesn't happen very often for Loki. Briefly, he wonders if this is how Thor feels all the time. He waves back briefly. ]

Why thank you. Please bring out a challenge, next time.

[ ii. poker ]

[ Money is not something Loki gives a lot of thought to. He has noticed the decent influx of money that comes to him via the Atroma and he is a little pleased. A twisted sense of appreciation in a way (something Loki has never been fully able to rebuke, even if he recognizes where it stems from). Either way, he's not going to complain about it as he moves the cash forward before leaning back with a lazy smirk. His opponent looks most disgruntled, folding his cards and leaving Loki with the winnings. As they leave Loki's table, some of Loki's cards vanish in a flicker of gold light. As the next person approaches, Loki smiles, sitting up straight. ]

Care for a game?

[ iii. thor merchandise ]

[ Eventually, the lure of competing (and winning easily, even if he is cheating half the time) gets old, so he takes up the lucrative job of marketing. Everyone who comes up to the stall gets a Thor button to pin on their shirts. Unfortunately, after a while, the button changes to "THOR SUCKS" because that's just how life is. However, when you come back for your refund, Loki is gone.

But for now, you can come up and get some authentic Thor merchandise! ]

[ wildcard your adventure! ]

[ Loki can be found at the fashion shows, checking out art galleries and the libraries. You can drop a PM for an idea/starter or ping me at

captainkink ]

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So we will.

[ He smiles back.

Before they enter the art gallery, Clark has finished his muffin and thrown away the wrapper. He follows Loki through, asking him questions if he expresses a strong opinion on one piece over the other. There's a lot of artwork that catches their eye, but the sculptures seem especially interesting.

Clark is enraptured by a display made up of interlocking wires. It depicts a local winged animal. ]

It's nice, but I think it's too big.

[ Loki glances at it with a hum. ]

It can be made smaller, I'm sure.

[ Oh, magic could do that.

He'll have to get used to it. ]

What do you think, then?

Its symbolism cannot be missed.

[ But there is something wild about a creature of flight made of earthly metals. ]

Do you feel something for it?

I like it.

Then that is all the reasoning you need.

I'll just ask, then.

[ A convenient passing attendant helps him reserve it - Clark can come back tomorrow to fetch it. He beams at Loki. ]

Have you decided on everything you'd like?

[ Loki shakes his head. ]

Not yet. I was hoping for some landscapes but I suppose I am . . . picky.

We can try another one, unless you'd prefer to look yourself.

[ He likes Loki, but he won't impose. ]

[ Loki's lips press together. He knows why he's being fussy. He's looking for scenery akin to Asgard but there is no world quite like Asgard. The jewel of the cosmos, the shining star upon the sea of the universe. ]

No. I'll try later. You should get what you want.

All right. [ A few more quick words with the attendant, then Clark turns to him. ]

Where to next?

Another gallery? Or perhaps you've had your fill and would like to eat somewhere?

[ He wouldn't mind a meal, but he'd prefer to prepare for that since he's going to surprise Loki with one. ]

Another gallery, please.

[ Well. That is surprising. ]

I had no idea you cared so much for the arts.

I'm a curious guy, and we're in space.

[ He beams at Loki. ]

[ Oh Clark. ]

You realize being in space means nothing to me, correct?

That just means it'll be a challenge to find something you enjoy. [ He's still smiling. ]

Come on.

[ Loki leads him away but asks. ]

Why is that important?

[ Clark looks at him curiously. ]

Why wouldn't it be?

[ Still baffled, Loki replies. ]

It never has been before.

[ He tries to be fair, but he's really judging any friends you had. ]

Well, it is now.

[ Loki almost opens his mouth to contest this before closing it abruptly. It's just . . . strange. It was one thing on Sakaar to dally around, unabashedly, but Loki has always carried around the feeling that his interests were odd. Ill-fitting. ]

Is that important to you?

Well, we seem to have some similar interests, why shouldn't we hang out together?

[ Loki can think of a huge number of reasons, but he realizes they would mean little to Clark. ]

Ah. I suppose that is reasonable.

Come on. [ He jogs ahead a little, clearly excited. ]

This one's huge. Let's see what's inside.

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dothelokimotion - 2018-05-20 12:42 (UTC) - Expand