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[deathkid]

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

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[deathkid]

[ a small shudder races up nico's spine as he's squeezed and he does his best not to blush. it's nice, he thinks, this constant affection. not something he's used to, and though he tends to stray from touch, this is something he can lean into. ]

Hocus Pocus it is. Lead the way.

[ikols]

[ In a swirl of green smoke that rises from the ground, he teleports them into a lounge at the Sanctum, one of the more modern, normal rooms with a comfy couch and wide TV upon which Loki usually watches the morning news and cartoons. It's just them, so he ruffles Nico's hair and gives him a gentle push onto the sofa. ]

Get comfy, I'll grab drinks. Snacks too?

[deathkid]

[ flopping back into the couch, nico stretches, his shirt riding up a little, but he's quick to pull it back down. ]

Comfy. Yeah, snacks and drinks sound good. Do you have any Coke?

[ikols]

[ He briefly entertains the notion of running his hand under Nico's shirt and exposing more of that lean belly, but no. Snacks and coke. ]

I'm sure we do, sit tight.

[ A wave at the TV and the movie starts up, with Loki leaving Nico to settle in as the godling cleans up his imagination and finds food in the kitchen. ]

[deathkid]

[ unaware of loki's thoughts, nico settles in to watch the film, already mentally picking apart the magic the witches use. ]

Soul transfers don't work like that!

[ikols]

[ Laughing on his way back to the couch with a bag of chips and two cans of coke, he plops down beside Nico. ]

No? How do they work? Not like foggy spaghetti? Gods, I've been lied to!

[deathkid]

[ scowling at the screen, he gestures. ]

Sure you can exchange one soul for another, but it can't be split between three people like that. And it doesn't make you de-age or whatever. Soul exchanges are used to bring back someone who's already dead, but it takes a soul to do that.

Also, a cat? Really? I bet that's going to bite them in the ass in the future.

[ikols]

[ Just ... gonna ... drape an arm around the back of Nico, sedately munching chips. Now and again he hums his interest, or scoffs as is appropriate, thoroughly entertained by Nico's dissatisfaction. ]

[deathkid]

[ it's not until they get to the part with the zombie that nico stops complaining. he's hardly noticed the arm that's settled around him, though he's feeling more comfortable than he has in a while. ]

Not a bad summoning. Kind of a bitch move to sew his mouth shut, though. Not like he'd be able to speak much anyway.

[ikols]

[ Loki dozes with his head tipped back on the couch, his touch brushing through Nico's curls in the same circular motion as he soaks up the company. ]

How do you understand zombies if they don't speak?

[deathkid]

It's like a mental thing. Psychic thing. I'm not sure how to explain it.

[ partly because he's never had to and partly because that hand in his hair is rather distracting. ]

[ikols]

Try? I'm curious.

[ Tweaking Nico's hair to get him to look sideways, where Loki is slumped nearby. ]

[deathkid]

[ turning his head to better look at loki (and because of the tug on his hair), he shifts to be more comfortable, turning his whole body towards loki. ]

Basically, I can tell them what to do without speaking. Spirits, ghosts, zombies, etc. I don't even have to say anything and I can sense whether they're malevolent or not.

[ikols]

That's very cool.

[ His touch in Nico's hand drifts down to trace a line across his jaw with light fingertips, back and forth. ]

So ... if I were a ghost, [ hah, ] what do you think you'd sense from me?

[deathkid]

[ whoa, intimate touch. nico flushes a little, but manages to keep his voice steady as he watches loki. his gaze meets that of the godling and he subconsciously licks his lips. ]

Mischief. Lots of mischief.

[ikols]

[ Not since Tony's departure has Loki found any interest in another man, or anyone for that matter, yet Nico is excessively and inadvertently adept at holding the godling's attention. ]

That's a little shallow, isn't it? [ His wrist drapes over Nico's shoulder, inviting him to come closer if he doesn't mind using Loki as a pillow. ] You can't sense anything else?

[deathkid]

[ normally, nico would hesitate getting closer to someone, especially given how close he is now, but there's a pull he feels from loki that draws him in. he settles his head on loki and makes a quiet noise before replying. ]

Warmth, strangely enough. Eagerness. [ he turns just enough to press his nose against loki, as if breathing him in. ] Maybe a bit of loneliness.

[ because knowing how close loki was to tony, he imagines the godling misses him. or at least misses the affection he got from a warm body. ]

[ikols]

Contrarily, you just had to go off the deep end.

[ But he doesn't mind, Nico isn't wrong. Loki can wrap him up in his arms and nose the curls from his forehead in peace, long legs twining with the necromancer's to keep his toasty from head to toe. ]

[deathkid]

You know me.

[ huffed against loki's shoulder as he clutches at his clothing. he's never been this wrapped up in someone before. it's a little suffocating, but at the same time, it's something he never knew he wanted so much. tentatively, he reaches up to brush his own, cool fingers against loki's cheek. as if checking to see if he's real. ]

All or nothing.

[ikols]

Mm, always pegged you as a life or death kind of man ...

[ He stick his tongue sideways out of his mouth, aiming to lick those fingers. ]

[deathkid]

That too. I mean-

[ eeps, flushing as he tries to withdraw his fingers. they're so entangled at this point that nico doesn't know what to make of their friendship(?). ]

Loki? What is this?

[ikols]

It's movie night.

[ Any other parameters are blurry, defined by his wants and not common-sense. He shrugs, reaching up to brush back Nico's hair and peer up from the lazy nest on the couch, and tries to go a step further than he would with a lot of other people. ]

I like ... that I don't have to pretend to be anyone else around you.

[deathkid]

[ nico's eyes widen at this admission, easily visible with his hair pushed back, and for a second he's quiet because no one's ever told him something like that before. there are skeletal butterflies fluttering in his stomach and at first, he doesn't know how to respond. eventually, the words come. ]

I just want you to be you. To be happy. Isn't that what's important?

[ikols]

Ditto. [ He can cup Nico's cheek in one palm, chuckling as all those freed curls bounce to one side with the drag of his hand. ] That's what a healthy friendship ought to be about, I think.

[ Turning his head to watch the movie, he flicks Nico a glance from under his lashes. ]

You want to get comfy and see how this ends? Your dad's in it. Kinda.

[ #SATANONTHEDOORSTEP #LOL ]

[deathkid]

[ giving his head a little shake so those curls stay out of his field of view, he shifts a little to get more comfortable and turns to watch the screen. ]

Hades is in this? Gods, I hope he doesn't have flaming blue hair. That was just awful.

[ as he speaks, one hand seeks out loki's, hoping to entwine their fingers. friendship... friends hold hands right? nico's on uncertain ground here, but letting his heart guide him is easier here than it was with percy. ]