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loki ([personal profile] yoursavior) wrote2019-08-09 01:49 am

for sorserer

[ Contrary to popular opinion–or, more specifically, popular opinion amongst those who had seen him on Midgard last, in New York–Loki is quite conscious of when and how to keep a low profile. That's been the plan ever since he'd been dragged, begrudgingly, back to the wretched planet upon which he'd last suffered such a humiliating defeat–and worse, he's now been placed loosely under the employ of the organization that had enacted said humiliating defeat upon him.

Employ, though, is a little bit of a stretch. New Asgard has taken up much of Thor and Loki's time, and Loki has never spoken once during the scant few meetings that he's bothered to show up to, after that disastrous first one in which Loki had promised to behave and explained the circumstances of his last visit, how he'd fallen under the sceptre's thrall. It's embarrassing to admit to, especially due to the fact that a good eighty percent of the room's occupants clearly hadn't been quite satisfied with that explanation, but either way, it's enough to keep the Hulk from smashing him again, and it's enough for him to be permitted to stay, although it isn't lost on him that he'll have to commit some sort of nauseating act of heroism sooner rather than later in order to be considered to be redeemed properly.

But he's kept quiet and ignored the stares, mostly. It's easier that way. He doesn't hide his disdain when someone says something particularly stupid, or when Strange speaks, which–generally speaking–is the same thing, but he's kept quiet. He'd made it four months until today, at which point all that has gone straight out the window and abruptly into a shouting match. ]


What would you possibly propose?

[ –Loki hisses, jabbing at Strange's chest. Keeping quiet had been easy when they'd been discussing HYDRA, or SHIELD, or one of their other ridiculous acronyms, but as soon as Thor had mentioned a premonition he'd had...somehow, things had gone very rapidly downhill. ]

What could you? Midgard is in certain peril if you're what constitutes as its magical defense–do you know what protected Asgard for milleniae? A single spell. Not warriors, like all of you. Ancient magic. You wouldn't know the first thing about ancient magic. How could you? I'm quite sure you learned what an incantation was a handful of weeks ago–
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[personal profile] sorserer 2019-09-17 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ stephen doesn't consider himself an avenger: he's a part-timer at best, or at least works on call whenever something seems too far outside the realm of the ordinary for the team to handle without a little extra input. his priorities remain with his order, the masters of the mystic arts, the sanctum sanctorum that he swore to protect along with the whole of the universe. that latter part is why he's here today, to help tony stark's motley crew figure out how to defend the earth against something that intends to cleave it in half.

and for the most part he occupies a kind of distant, erudite position off to one side of the table. but loki's presence in these rooms has always been a simmering pot waiting to overflow, a disaster waiting to happen. not just where the avengers themselves are concerned, either—stephen can feel him sneering in the corner whenever stephen makes a suggestion or offers input—as if stephen hasn't busted his ass longer and harder than damn near the best of mystics in this iteration of the cosmos; as if he hasn't protected this earth multiple times already.

so when loki jabs him in the chest his eyes fly down to the offending touch, incensed, and he's shouting back, maybe one of the first times he's raised his voice in these quarters—he can't help it. despite his best efforts to stay lofty, there's nothing that crawls up stephen's ass harder than baseless accusations of amateurism.
]

You don't know what the sorcerers of this realm are capable of, how many countless disasters have been averted—and yes with the use of ancient magic, though I don't know where you find the authority to speak on it, as if you'd even be capable—

[ 'whatever happened to wizards unite?' tony asks in the corner.

'isn't that a phone game,' clint asks rhetorically, but thor is sitting up in the corner, alert, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes.
]