ηʹ → ( 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 ) un; ghostking

[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]

[ jesus, loki. sounds hot ]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure too, but he never has one out around me. He considers me a kid and calls me "Nik".

[ikols]

You're eighteen, he's an old man inside. Cut him some slack, Neeks.

[deathkid]

Nearly eighty-eight, actually. I'm older than him by decades.

[ huff ]

[ikols]

Rainy up there, is it, on that high horse?

[ Tweaking Nico's nose. ]

I think I win the 'I'm-actually-older-than-you' race, let's leave that one be.

[deathkid]

[ scrunches his nose and tugs on the hand still caught by loki. he shifts slightly, pressing himself closer as his ears start heating up. ]

Yeah, yeah. You're practically ancient. And yet not a grey hair on your head. Aren't you lucky?

[ikols]

[ With all of Nico's squirming it's lucky they're still clothed. Loki clasps narrow hips and drags the teen onto his lap to straddle him, giving Nico a proper seat so he won't slide around so much. ]

Lucky is one word for it, although you should be thanking Billy, who crafted this body.

[deathkid]

[ nico is mostly unaware of the affect he's having and when he's hauled into loki's lap, he flushes red. he'd thought they were being intimate before, but this is altogether new. it is lucky they're clothed because this position could be dangerous. nico likes it entirely too much and bites his lip as he listens to loki speak. ]

Wait- He crafted your body? But... how? Couldn't you have made your own? You're a god.

[ikols]

I was stuck in a child's flesh with no power, we thought it might help matters if I was better ... put together, mind-and-body, with a stronger form. It didn't work but he managed the spell anyway.

[ His chuckle matches the way he raps his fingers over Nico's splayed thighs. ]

Gods aren't all-powerful.

[deathkid]

[ oh. that's... rather pleasant feeling. ]

I know that. My dad's a god, remember? Anyway, I guess it's good that you've got this form. Do you have like... a godly form too, or is this it?

[ikols]

I guess, but it isn't really ... anything. It's creepier than you, which you can be happy about.

[deathkid]

Most of the time I have to look away when a god shows his or her godly form, so it's okay that you don't want to show it. My father's would burn away my eyes if he showed it too me.

[ gently raps his knuckles against loki's brow. ]

And I've been through Tartarus. There's very little that scares me.

[ikols]

Yeah, yeah, you're the toughest guy around. But it's ... like a shadow, only one you couldn't control, which I would have thought might freak you out.

[ Pinches a knee for that rap on his brow. ]

[deathkid]

Not really. Darkness and shadows don't scare me. But still, I'm not asking you to show it to me. It's okay if you don't.

[ and then he eeps as he's pinched, pouting a little. ]

[ikols]

Don't you think I'm better-looking with an actual face, anyway?

[ Arms drawing up to pillow his head, he winks and shapeshifts into a fox, a blur unfocusing over his features until they rearrange and, yep, there's a snout with a smirk of sharp teeth. The best trick! ]

[deathkid]

[ nearly jumps out of loki's lap as his features shift, eyes widening. it takes him a few seconds during which his heart is beating rapidly, but eventually he settles again and tentatively reaches a hand up to an ear, hoping to pet it. ]

Gods, Loki, you're... [ beat. ] Soft.

[ikols]

[ That ... wasn't the reaction he expected. Startling and almost falling off of him, sure, but the gentle touch is a surprise that has his toothy grin fading into a smile. ]

Well, it's real fur.

[ His ears flicker, standing up straighter to receive the petting. His hands come to rest on his chest, curled up; fingers with claws like an anthro mash-up. ]

[deathkid]

[ hey, he's battle werewolves, fought giant dolphin-men, and seen all manner of odd mythical creatures. a god turning into a fox is not that far out of the realm of possibility. nico is rather fascinated, petting loki's ears with slow deliberation. ]

I can tell. Do you change into this form often? It's... kind of nice.

[ikols]

[ His ears flatten back with the pleasant pressure running through his fur and between Loki's legs his bushy tail starts wagging, curling up and accidentally thwapping at Nico's butt. Whiskers twitch.]

No, people don't like it, or they think it's a joke.

[deathkid]

[ an undignified noise escapes nico and he jolts forward in loki's lap, turning red again. it takes a second for him to calm down, but when he does he huffs and resumes petting loki. ]

That's too bad. I like it.

[ikols]

Mmm ...

[ Tilting his head to the side he exposes a thick ruff where the fur is densest, reaching up to scratch. If Nico doesn't mind then Loki will take advantage of his fascination. ]

Can you get in here, right to the root? It's itchy.

[ Because someone needs brushing. ]

[deathkid]

[ obeying the request, nico curls his fingers in where the fur is thickest and starts giving good scritches as he leans in and nuzzles against his furry friend. ]

How's this?

[ikols]

That is so-ooo good ... Oh! [ His knee bends higher and he kicks the sofa reflexively, startling himself. ] Whoops, been a while since I was this way. You've found the right spot, though!

[ Tentatively, he reaches up and runs his claws through Nico's hair to return some of the lovely scritching. And if his lip curls on a snaggletooth, he can't help that either. ]

That's ... the best ...

[deathkid]

Hmm.... [ the gentle claws in his hair feels good and it's hard to stay focused, but he manages well enough by biting down on his lip again and directing his fingers in a circle around loki's ruff. then, as if inspired, he presses a minute kiss on loki's snout. ] I bet you'd be very cozy to snuggle with at night.

[ikols]

[ A vulpine churl curls in the pit of his throat when Nico pecks him like that, something no one else has ever done. He aims a tiny lick at his cheek, wondering idly about all those wild rumours about Greeks and their own shapeshifting gods ...

Either way, it's nice to be appreciated and surprised in the process. ]

I won't say no to a tummy-rub, just saying.

[ Half a joke, half curious to see what Nico will do. Loki gathers him in to nuzzle dark curls, lulled by all the physical contact. ]

[deathkid]

[ having no idea what's running through loki's head, nico gives a soft laugh at the mention of a belly rub. his fingers tickle down from loki's ruff to his chest where nico scratches, unsure if there's still fur under the godling's clothing. if there is, nico will try to give the best approximation of a belly rub as he can. ]

Do you have fur under your clothes too? I guess I could give you one. It's a little like giving Mrs. O'leary—my friend's hellhound—belly rubs. Well, only a little. Not quite.