( Dante is on the money to a degree: while the majority of Loki's poise and composure comes from centuries of training (to the point where it's largely second nature), there's usually only so long he can suppress the storm of chaos perpetually raging in his breast. It's what gets him into trouble: Loki creates terrible situations to use as outlets for his wild moods, or he self-sabotages to the point where entire realms declare war against him. He's graceful and well-kept now, but how long will it last?
It isn't something he likes think about too hard. )
Is it?
( Too bad, that is. Loki laughs the idea of Dante showing up in his office space, although even he he has to admit that the aesthetic contrast would be pleasing. Loki has a knack for making even the most ruined spaces look somehow elegant, and the idea of Dante with his feet up on his desk and his mess scattered around him is just ...
Funny. )
I'd say it's probably for the best; I can't imagine you'd want to do anything other than rifle through my things and get pizza grease on my furniture.
( He tilts his head just so as his smile turns cheeky. )
Besides, if we saw each other more regularly it would make these little meetings so much less special.
[much less special than dante eating another pizza slice with the modesty of a dog? loki has standards he might never be able to understand. but it's easy enough to exist in this kind of easygoing banter, and dante's appreciative of it. he kicks a foot up on the empty chair diagonal from him and slumps even further, the antithesis of the asgardian's posture.]
I'm taking that at face value. I like being special.
[whatever this is, friendship or not, conversation with loki has easily become one of the few interactions dante looks forward to. not to mention just how interesting it is when the other man twists and squirms under the scrutiny of subjects he feels very guarded towards.]
[not that dante is one for that particular endeavor.]
Well, now you know where to find me when you want to take a break from your usual [a wave of his hand] stick-up-your-assness. I don't judge.
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( Dante is on the money to a degree: while the majority of Loki's poise and composure comes from centuries of training (to the point where it's largely second nature), there's usually only so long he can suppress the storm of chaos perpetually raging in his breast. It's what gets him into trouble: Loki creates terrible situations to use as outlets for his wild moods, or he self-sabotages to the point where entire realms declare war against him. He's graceful and well-kept now, but how long will it last?
It isn't something he likes think about too hard. )
Is it?
( Too bad, that is. Loki laughs the idea of Dante showing up in his office space, although even he he has to admit that the aesthetic contrast would be pleasing. Loki has a knack for making even the most ruined spaces look somehow elegant, and the idea of Dante with his feet up on his desk and his mess scattered around him is just ...
Funny. )
I'd say it's probably for the best; I can't imagine you'd want to do anything other than rifle through my things and get pizza grease on my furniture.
( He tilts his head just so as his smile turns cheeky. )
Besides, if we saw each other more regularly it would make these little meetings so much less special.
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I'm taking that at face value. I like being special.
[whatever this is, friendship or not, conversation with loki has easily become one of the few interactions dante looks forward to. not to mention just how interesting it is when the other man twists and squirms under the scrutiny of subjects he feels very guarded towards.]
[not that dante is one for that particular endeavor.]
Well, now you know where to find me when you want to take a break from your usual [a wave of his hand] stick-up-your-assness. I don't judge.