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[ Two very green eyes (wide, without their usual cunning gleam) stare into the camera when the recording goes live, glancing up to the username that appears. Reading it, he mutters 'Loki of Asgard' and frowns, glancing around himself as though somebody else may spring up and claim the phone. When they don't, Loki runs an anxious hand through his hair and lets out a controlled sigh at length, standing awkwardly in his tee and jeans in the Floor Five lounge. ]

This phone I woke up with in my pocket is locked and it won't let me do more than make an emergency call. I know I'm on a moon for some reason, what the fuck, so if this is the local nine-one-one line I'd like some assistance, please.

[ 'Calm under strain' would be an apt description. ]

Such as, ah ... What's Asgard? And, how did I just freeze my bed solid? Because I totally did. [ In a panic when he woke up bewildered, oops. ] I — I'm not sure what to do.

( ooc: forward-dating this to tomorrow bc i work full-time and won't be around; loki is suffering a near-complete memory loss for the event. he doesn't remember who he is, his fam & friends, that he is magic as heck, how to use said magic, or his extensive horrid history. all he knows is that he agreed to come to a moon and once had an apartment in manhattan. )

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[ as soon as Tony sees the video, he seeks Loki out. no matter what might be going on he still cares so very much about the god, so by the time he gets to floor five from his workshop, he is more than a little out of breath and not entirely put together.

still, at least he tries to contain his worry as he walks towards Loki in the lounge.]

Lokes, you okay-- you know what no, stupid question. Just-- shit, I don't even know....

[ he approaches Loki slowly, eyes wide. ] What do you remember? If anything?

[ Hearing the door open, he rises when a harried man strides in. Loki rakes him over with a glance, assuming the stranger is someone else who supposedly knows him, but that concerned face brings forth no emotive recognition; he supposes he should pretend it does, but Loki isn't fond of lying.

Instead, in exchange for the flustered anxiety on his behalf (which he appreciates a lot more than being told off, one way or other), he answers after a short pause. 'Lokes?' ]

I had an apartment in Manhattan where I used to live, then I came here because ... [ A frown pinches his brow as his heart aches. ] I think I had to leave.

Who are you, are you from New York too?

[ it takes a bit of self-control, but Tony manages to keep himself from putting his hands on Loki's shoulders just to be sure that the god really is there and okay. Tony knows that there has been some shit going around the quarentine, but this-- well seeing it first hand is strange.

especially on Loki.

he seems to have forgotten who he was entirely, not just parts of himself, or chunks of time, but who he was.

it makes something in the pit of Tony's stomach turn.]

Manhattan, right, okay-- [ there is a small hitch as Tony sits down, gesturing for Loki to join him. ] Oh, right. Uh, Tony. Tony Stark, so yeah. From New York, but that's not--- fuck this is stupid.

[ he rubs his hands over his face then, with a harsh exhale, focuses on Loki. ] Okay, so, you have any questions about stuff? I will... I mean, we're -- [together is on the tip of his tongue, unsure if Loki wants that word to be used to quantify them at this point.

what the hell.] We're together here, or were together before you forgot everything? Still are, I don't know, whatever, if you... if you have questions ask me? Please?

[ We're together here. Awkward. It prompts Loki to better scour Tony with his gaze, as if staring can yield answers that can't be gleaned otherwise despite the offer of transparency. Putting that surprising news on the back-burner for the moment he sits a short distance away, hands in his lap. ]

People are saying I'm a god. [ He turns over his phone in his hands, glancing at it. ] It all sounds a bit too fantastical, honestly. Like being told you're a Disney princess and can talk to birds. I'm pretty sure I'm just me.

I don't see how I'm a magical supreme power. Do they even like pizza? I know I do.

[ the honesty that comes from Loki just makes him laugh, a short bright thing because-- pizza? of course, it was pizza. the ease of that sentiment makes something loosen in his chest. ]

Loki can only be Loki, that is what you told me. I think, whether you remember or not, you are still him. You. Both? [ he turns his head to give Loki a searching look. ] But yeah, you like pizza. And bacon rolls.

I don't need magic or to be deified to be me, you're right about that. And bacon.

[ He could really go for some of that right now but isn't sure who owns what in the apartment. Maybe he'll go rooting around anyway, have a sneak later.

That summarised so easily leaves them with the other topic. ]

I don't remember dating anyone, I'm sorry. [ A genuine sentiment, even as polite as it is. ] Why were we a thing?

No, no you don't need any of those things to be you, so just Loki it is. No gods or viking hipsters. [ though he does look fondly amused at that sentiment. ] You have a pile of bacon rolls in the fridge if you are curious. You also own a nightclub that makes amazing food from what I hear.

[ Tony still hasn't frequented it, too close to the edge and all that.

the apologies makes Tony sigh, and he is about to tell Loki not to worry, Tony isn't taking it personally, but then--

why were we a thing?

it's such a simple question, but there is something there that makes Tony's chest ache. because Loki was endearing in his own right, because Tony was a fool with his heart, because--]

...because you are insufferably easy to love despite everything, and I apparently decided to do just that.

Despite what?

[ Mental note: refer back to a nightclub for free meals in the future. Currently, priorities shift. ]

I don't know why but most trying to help me think I'm ...

[ Lying. ]

They think you're lying? Playing a joke?

[ Tony sighs, settles back a bit. ] Loki is the god of lies and chaos, mischief and, once upon a time, of evil. There are Lokis that you both are and are not that have done a great deal of damage. You-- or maybe not you, have wrought wars and worse, but-- well there is a long history, as long as myth at the very least.

That isn't you though. Not now.

It isn't.

[ Something he insistently agrees upon with a subtle vehemence. He huffs, running a hand through his hair. ]

I'm not evil. You don't seem foolish enough to date someone who is, at least. That's nice to know. [ A small anchor to tether his stubbornness to. Maybe that's why he dated this man, Tony seems aware of much without condemning Loki for it. ] How did we start seeing each other?

I know.

[ he gives Loki a small smile, soft and honest. there are those that think he has too much trust in Loki, but he doesn't mind. not so far. ]

You don't know me well enough, I am that foolish. But, no, you are not evil. As for how we started... [ Tony trails off, the smile on his face growing a little as he looks up, clearly amused. ] It involved glitter, then welding, and a lot of not quite knowing what to do.

[ His confusion is obvious in the wrinkle of his nose. Glitter and welding? At least it sounds interesting and fun, whatever the context. ]

Does it bother you that I don't remember any of it?

[ he stops a moment at that, thinking.]

...no. Because this shouldn't be permanent and, even if it is.... well, we'll figure it out. If you want.

You'd do that for me?

[ Do it for him despite everything Loki has heard today? That's far more attractive than that silly goatee, for sure (it's growing on him, the more he studies this man).

Loki chuckles, still turning his phone over in anxious hands. ]

You must be a good boyfriend.

[ Tony opens his mouth, and 'of course' on his lips because he would do that for Loki. they have made something that is real no matter what other people might say.

but he catches on the good boyfriend part.]

I would do that for you, Lokes. But let's hope... let's hope you get your memory back. I really don't want to have to let Strange re-teach you magic control...

I don't want to use magic for anything, I'm not even sure I could right now. That's not a problem.

[ Out of spite toward everyone who expects him to be a magical boy, more than anything. Instead of dwelling on that, he cocks a brighter smile at Tony. ]

Have I ever called you 'Tones'?

That... okay, at least you won't accidentally turn me into a snake then. I can deal with that...

[ he has more to say, inviting Loki to the workshop when he blinks and then laughs.]

Tones? No, no you haven't.

No? So you're the only one allowed to dole out pet-names?

[ Ferreting out details to do with their relationship takes precedence, mostly because Loki is desperate to know someone. To trust them. ]

I don't think there is a hard rule on that actually, you just-- never did. You do call me Anthony though, which ... I quite enjoy.

[ the smile on his face is crooked at that. it isn't a pet name but no one else calls him that. and he does like it. ]

Anthony, then.

[ His cheeks warm as he holds the eye-contact, furiously trying to think of something else salient to ask. ]

What did you do in New York or, ah, what do you do here?

Mmm yes, Anthony. [ the smile on his face grows as the heat flares on the god's face. ] Mmmm, superhero genius back in New York with a love of tech, here working perimeter defence. Similar but also not quite.

[ A pout drops so fast that he doesn't even try to hide it. ]

... I think I'll be a magical god, now.

[ How is he supposed to compete with a superhero genius, wow. ]

[ oh my god, you are even more adorable now. Tony can't-- he laughs and reaches over to shove at his shoulder. ]

You will, huh? You don't have to be if you don't want to, just Loki is enough as well.

[ He sways with the shove, shrugging. Tapping his phone on a knee. ]

I don't want to be a powerless damsel to a superhero, I hate the idea of that more than turning everything I touch into ice.

Trust me, I would never consider you the powerless damsel, ever. Even without super powers you formidable.

[ he watches the movement, nervous energy, for a moment before shifting close enough to put his hand over Loki's.]

C'mon, why don't we go get pizza.

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