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[brooklyn_boy]

 

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[brooklyn_boy]

Do I? [That's almost a sad thought.]

I can't be the only one who visits...

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki merely huffs. he's not pursuing that train of thought. ]

I prefer my privacy and I am not an "outgoing" person by nature.

[brooklyn_boy]

No, you don't. You just assume no one wants to be around you and make it seem like it doesn't bother you.

[Never forget, Loki reached out to him when he arrived. He may be introverted but Steve will bet he still likes people around.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki flinches, caught off guard. ]

I do not think that is an unfair assumption to make.

[brooklyn_boy]

You know what they say about assuming, right?

[He probably doesn't.]

Makes an Ass out of U.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki bares his teeth. ]

It is more than a simple assumption.

[brooklyn_boy]

Hey. [Palms up. Stand down, Loki. No harm meant.]

Hey. I'm here. So you know there's at least one person who wants to be around you.

[dothelokimotion]

[ true. though loki still doesn't understand why. ]

Yes. Shall we . . . get started?

[brooklyn_boy]

Yeah. Let's do it.

[He grins wide.]

Do you need to magic supplies?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki looks at him quizzically. ]

What are magic supplies?

[brooklyn_boy]

Magic! You know... [Steve moves his hand in vague gestures.]

Make them appear?

[dothelokimotion]

[ dry as bone. ]

I understand those two words in conjecture to each other, I'm just curious as to what kind of supplies you think I need.

[brooklyn_boy]

Aren't you going to teach me? Don't we need...I don't know. Something?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki sighs. mortals. so primitive. he stands besides steve, shoulder to shoulder. then he raises his hand, his finger pointed at the air. and . . . he draws. for a moment, there's nothing but air. but colour slowly appears, filling the spaces, blooming. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve stands, staring at the color blossoming in front of him. It's like the art is being born right out of thin air. His hand reaches out, wanting to touch, but he pulls it back.]

Amazing...

[dothelokimotion]

Magic does not need supplies or tricks. Magic taps into the soul.

[brooklyn_boy]

[He already knows where this is going to go but regardless, Steve reaches out and points his finger where the color is.

Clearly, nothing happens.]

My soul must not be as colorful.

[dothelokimotion]

[ he clicks his tongue, vaguely bemused before moving behind steve. his fingers travel up his hand. it feels cool to the touch. loki never feels warm after all. ]

Try now.

[brooklyn_boy]

[It's been awhile since someone was close to him, like this. Steve tenses for a moment but then relaxes once more. It takes a second for him to concentrate and try to feel what this magic is, coming from Loki.

Finally, there is a splash of blue and green. Steve lets out a small whoop of excitement, turning his head around to look at Loki.]

Was that you? Or me?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki's voice drifts over, cool breath brushing against steve's ear. ]

It's you, of course. I'm only helping you tap into it.

[brooklyn_boy]

[The coolness makes him almost shiver. Steve stays looking at Loki for moment, awed, and then goes back to the art.

He doesn't know quite what he's doing but more blue appears. A brush of silver and red.]

How...do you control it?

[dothelokimotion]

You don't control magic. You feel it and direct it where you want it to go.

[ magic is different from pure energy. it's not used to power machines. it is something internal, that calls within you. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

[That doesn't help all that much. Steve takes a deep breath and tries to just feel what was inside him. His soul? The magic?

There's another bit of red and then nothing once more. He tries again, getting frustrated, but he's clearly overthinking it, now.]

You make it look so easy...

[dothelokimotion]

Of course. I have centuries of experience while you are doing this for the first time. And you are unused to tackling the world on this particular . . . level.

You prefer reality.

[brooklyn_boy]

Reality is all I have.

[He concentrates harder and it seems to make it all worse. Like trying to hold onto sand with a sieve. Steve's frustration grows into something almost tangible as his body tenses back up.]

I'll get it, though. [He's too stubborn not to.]