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video, un: LOKIOFASGARD
[ He misses Stephen. One of his best friends (if he could consider himself as having them) for months, a backbone to lean on and firm supporter of the Loki Isn't A Total Shitbag club, is gone, and while the Sanctum actually is larger on the inside than the out, it feels somehow emptier. He smashed several priceless artefacts with no repercussions, no sorcerer appeared to put him in time-out or ask with strained patience what he was doing, which is how he knows Stephen really has returned through the portal. That, and Loki's private alarm went off as Stephen left the dimension; his finger pricked with blood on its own, a warning.
So he sits in Stephen's main study in a theatrically winged armchair because this house is nothing if not extra, dust motes floating through lazy afternoon golden light. He does so with arms folded, frowning, ignoring the giant green viper with its head resting over the back of the chair upon his shoulder (Freyja is sad too). He takes a breath. ]
Stephen Strange from Earth-616 has returned home, albeit leaving his actual house here. The Sanctum Sanctorum is hereby officially all mine until he returns, fight me for it, etcetera. [ The unnaturally large serpent boops his cheek with her huge nose, supporting and prompting him to continue as he scratches under her chin. ] Er, I guess Avengers are still welcome if you ever visited Stephen in the first place, whatever. Come by if you have any magical problems, I ...
[ He pauses (maybe for effect!!) and pulls the Cloak of Levitation into shot, draping it around his shoulders. What is more impressive is the cloak lets him.
(It has instructions to babysit a certain godling, not that Loki knows that.)
He sets his jaw, sitting up straight. ]
It happens in our future anyway, he said. I suppose I'm this realm's new Sorcerer Supreme, for now.
So he sits in Stephen's main study in a theatrically winged armchair because this house is nothing if not extra, dust motes floating through lazy afternoon golden light. He does so with arms folded, frowning, ignoring the giant green viper with its head resting over the back of the chair upon his shoulder (Freyja is sad too). He takes a breath. ]
Stephen Strange from Earth-616 has returned home, albeit leaving his actual house here. The Sanctum Sanctorum is hereby officially all mine until he returns, fight me for it, etcetera. [ The unnaturally large serpent boops his cheek with her huge nose, supporting and prompting him to continue as he scratches under her chin. ] Er, I guess Avengers are still welcome if you ever visited Stephen in the first place, whatever. Come by if you have any magical problems, I ...
[ He pauses (maybe for effect!!) and pulls the Cloak of Levitation into shot, draping it around his shoulders. What is more impressive is the cloak lets him.
(It has instructions to babysit a certain godling, not that Loki knows that.)
He sets his jaw, sitting up straight. ]
It happens in our future anyway, he said. I suppose I'm this realm's new Sorcerer Supreme, for now.
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[He never got to meet Stephen, but he knows he was important to Billy and Loki. Plus, it's Doctor Strange. Always a good guy to have around.]
Sorry. But it's cool you have the Sanctum still.
[Sort of anyway? Provided there's not a door that leads to a hell dimension they don't know about or something.]
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Yeah. Hey, Teddy. If you want to, like, pick out a room ... That's cool. In case you ever stop over. Rain or something.
[ !!! ]
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Are you sure about that? I mean, I'd like it, if you are.
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Yeah, go ahead. It doesn't ... make any sense for you not to have a room here.
[ It may have taken months but given that he made the decision on his own, it'll stick. He's stubborn to a fault, but no longer unnecessarily cruel. And he kinda misses Teddy's company when Billy is off doing his own thing. ]
Bedrooms are second-floor, usually.
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He really does like Loki's company. And Loki in general, if he's being honest, now that feelings aren't hurt and there's been time enough to work through things.]
... Thanks, Loki. I'll bring some stuff over later and choose one.
[A pause.]
Want me to bring dinner? We can hang out or something. Or I can cook for you... I learned a thing or two after that canister. I mean, not Loki-level kitchen skills, but I can do more than heat up a frozen pizza.
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[ A tease lingers in the corner of his smirk. ]
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[Yeah, no. Probably not.
But he can tease too.]
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[ He's not laughing, you are. ]
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I can do steak too?