7693/So Fancy

So Fancy
Date of Scene:	31 May 2019
Location:	Fortress Asgard, Kvalvika, New Asgard
Synopsis:	Loki mocks Thor about going to a party.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Loki

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Thor has posed:
    When he left he had looked better, or perhaps, more together. For one the collar had not been undone, and his hair had been tied back into a small pony tail. But now his bow tie had been lost at some point in the low orbit travel between Manhattan and Kvalvika. His hair was free and hanging loose, a bit haloed from the wind. And to complete the image of a post-night tuxedo clad Thor, the tails of his shirt were free. So it was just a mess.
    Yet the guards upon his arrival had made no note of it, of course, for mortal garments were not their focus. Greetings were shared, a back and forth of brief. But it was before he left the main hall that Thor paused.
    "Where is the Princess Ellisandra at this hour?"
    The young guardsman stepped forwards and held his spear to the side, "My Lord, she has retired for the evening to her quarters. Her entourage is gathered in the music hall."
    "Ah," Thor says with a nod, then adds. "Excellent. I will not disturb her rest."
    And at that he turns and starts to move back towards the grand double doors that lead from the throne room, shifting Mjolnir to his hip from his hand.

Loki has posed:
"Did you have a /wonderful/ time at your party?" Loki asks, just after the guard decides to step out of the throne room into the hallway. The timing, is, of course, everything: the throne room is now occupied by just them, as Loki diverted the guards to need to give them a little space.

Loki isn't on the throne, but he is in the companion throne next to it, draped lethargically. Loki's not dressed in a fancy manner: in fact, he deliberately went entirely the opposite way: which makes it a joke, really. He's dressed like Thor often does: a bit like a homeless person, in jeans, gray hoodie, boots, the front of his hair up and back in a ponytail. It's almost deliberate, like the costume of someone who previously was pretending to be Thor, or some other slippery motive.

"Celebrating one more year as your mortal buddy decays?"

Thor has posed:
    A chuff of breath exhaled, what could be a snort or could be the start of a laugh. Either one, but the small smile that is drawn out is a little warm if wary. "Loki,"
    Thor turns and starts back in the direction of the thrones, planting a foot on the lowest step of the dais and resting his hands on his hips, he looks upwards to his brother and says, "Far be it for anyone who has known the halls of Asgard to imagine the mortals are frivolous in their choices of when to celebrate."
    He half-smiles and gestures down the way, "These days we celebrate even the smallest triumph, the simplest victory and presence of friends. I would say lauding a year in the life of Anthony Stark is a worthy thing."
    There's a pause as his good eye lifts upwards and his head tilts slightly. "Though, perhaps the holograms and robots were a bit much."

Loki has posed:
Loki rolls his eyes, stretching out a little bit more, and laying one leg over the other as he twists to entirely sit sideways in the throne. Loki's sleek, he can do such poses and yet look entirely comfortable. If he's even actually present: illusions are always comfortable, after all.

Loki has a toy in one palm: some kind of small object that flashes like a small flat oval mirror as he spins it against his lower fingers and thumb.

"Well /you/ look just smashing," Loki says, "for someone that's uncomfortable in such tight formal wear," continues the backhanded compliment. He spins the little reflective object once, his smile elusive: maybe petty. Loki may just have been jealous about the party, in his weird way.

"Holograms and robot displays? Dear me." Loki looks disinterested. "Were the drinks as gaudy and terrible?"

Thor has posed:
    "The one I had was, yes." One of them. Thor lifts a hand and loosens his collar, attention drawn to it by Loki's words and attention, but he frees himself a bit more from its grasp before he goes on. "And some were very sweet, but all in all it was very much a Midgard celebration. Albeit one of the better ones."
    He ascends the steps a few more, stopping now on Loki's level and looking down at him from his height. His smile is warm and a little sad as he perhaps imagines why Loki might be displeased, and probably gets it wrong. "Have no fear, brother. There will be other parties in our future. Time will pass, we will grow closer to the people of this world, and perhaps there will be a chance when this world is threatened and you can charge forth with me to face whosoever would dare."
    He straightens a bit, "Why you were even asked after," Which is partially true, to be fair. Though Thor's tell-tale subtle look away might lend Loki to realize it might not have been a hugely friendly ask. "And there were those there who knew well what you have done to help the mortals. It will come, brother."

Loki has posed:
"Our own true celebrations will make these but a shadow of a memory, in comparison, with what is coming," Loki reminds, with a sleek grin, and a waggle of one finger towards Thor. Much celebrations, of a stressful wedding variety, of course.

Loki observes the strangling collar and tie, and with an elusive, playful tension in his dark eyes, gestures with a few fingers. Thor will, no doubt, see the mischief coming from miles away: Loki's about to play.

In this case, it isn't overly dangerous. Just somewhat dangerous. The collar flutters with subtle magic, and the cold coils of the snake it becomes lift and caress Thor's throat as it flexes it's body. The tail hooks around adam's apple, though not threateningly, in black and white banded coils.

Loki doesn't really watch, he continues to act disinterested. "Asked after, was I? Hmh. I do not need you to defend me."

Thor has posed:
    A swallow marks the first realization of the transition, but then Thor lifts his hand to the curled snake around his neck and draws it subtly away, letting it curl around his arm. He looks at it and smiles a little, hand holding it just beneath the head but giving it no pressure.
    He looks back up towards his brother and says, "Aye, I have been told our celebration is much looked forward to. It is curious what draws the attention of the mortals, but I fault them not for that."
    He steps over and then rests an arm upon the back of that throne, leaning against it and looking down at Loki. "I know that you don't need me brother, tis why I value you being here with me."

Loki has posed:
Loki rolls his eyes, but is mollified by the statement: even if he's in one of is more insolent moods, there's still plenty of tells that can inform Thor of what's going on with Loki. At least, when Loki's not deliberately masking. But it probably doesn't feel like he is at the moment.

But then, that's how Loki gets people. Trust. Manipulation. But it's not always a lie: the best lies hide inside true things. He seems to have forgotten the snake, until he refers to it: "Better? Less strangled?" Loki asks, as if he'd done Thor a great favor.

"I do try to /show/ my value in tangible ways, now and then."

Thor has posed:
    "A bit better, thank you," Thor says with a smile, then he leans forwards and lightly thumps Loki on the shoulder with a heavy hand, though more affectionate than anything else. He then steps back and starts to turn away.
    "You have, brother." He walks backwards towards the double doors, arms spread as he holds the snake in one hand letting it rest upon his arm comfortably. "You continue to show it every day." Then he lifts his hand without the snake to point at him and says. "But I have had a thought I should warn you."
    The elder brother grins wryly as he stops just a few strides from departure, "That this indeed is a good idea, solidifying alliances through marriage. But now I have also realized... I have a brother at play, and he is single. Perhaps we should find a bride for you as well!" He grins, clearly on the verge of laughter.

Loki has posed:
"I almost take that as a threat, considering your prowess with romance," Loki snorts in return, smoothly turning and getting up from his seat, flipping the shiny mirror-like object away into his palm, and then somewhere. It could be real magic or just sleight of hand.

"How many mortal lifetimes should we measure my wait, if you are in charge of that, in?" Loki mocks, but approaches, coolly, up towards his brother. He extends a hand to pet the snake, but doesn't take it back. Clearly it's a gift.

Thor has posed:
    "Probably just one." Thor says off handedly as he rests his free hand upon the door and pushes it open. "Less than that in truth, brother. If we can find a way for them to see what I see." He holds the hand out with the snake, and if it should choose he'll let it slither back to its summoner. But if not he'll keep it for now.
    "Get some rest, we'll talk more in the morning if you're about." Another squeeze to the shoulder, trying to be reassuring. And then he turns away to the door, then out.