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Mockingbird | Loki

Previously.

[ It has been over a month since the alternate-dimension weirdness that threw Bobbi and Loki together, and there has been no sign of Loki since.

That certainly doesn't mean he hasn't been busy. When your mother shows up with her sisters-in-arms and strikes deals for you to go get yourself into trouble for Great Justice (or politics), you go. Loki has lied, cheated, stole, bluffed and snogged his way through enough behind the scenes tomfoolery he is honestly just tired and in need of a little fun.

It is by chance he runs across Mockingbird's apartment building as a saved address in his GPS. He spends the day in lazy surveillance, until a woman who looks just like, walks just like the agent leaves one of the apartments.

Bingo.

By the time Bobbi gets home, there will be a teenage god of chaos camped out on her couch, eating her cereal, and watching cartoons on her television. ]

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[It had been a long but reasonably successful day for Barbara Morse. She managed to break up a grungy underground slave trade, and kicked the asses of some guys who thought it was acceptable to steal away young women and sell them to the highest bidder. So even if it was exhausting, it was so very satisfying--though she's quite ready for a long, hot bath, and that's all she's thinking about as she trudges inside, a cut still sluggishly bleeding on her cheek, and right by the couch in the living room.

And then she pauses.

And returns to the living room and stares.

. . . ]

You. Get your ass off my couch, you weren't invited here.

I am never invited anywhere.

[ Another munch of cereal and a dismissing wave of his hand. ]

Now shhh. This is a good part.

[ Yes, he is watching Tom and Jerry, why do you ask? ]

[...wow angsty loser.

But Bobbi just presses the palm of her hand to her forehead, taking in a deep breath and calling on some other god to give her strength and patience.]

I'm going to go take a shower. You will not be here when I get back.

[there goes her nice long bath :'(

But she just turns on her heel, almost with military precision, and stalks off.

BE ARE BE]

[ Yeah, so, he is obviously listening.

Which is why he is still on her couch when she gets back. At some point, however, he has washed his cereal bowl and put it away. Even Loki can have manners.

Even if he has stolen her throws and curled up quite contently as if he has no plans to move for some time. ]

[Obviously.

With herself cleaned up, a bandaid on her cheek, her wet hair tied back in a ponytail, she just wanders back in and flops next to him on the couch with a sigh.]

...You're lucky I'm too tired to dump you on the porch myself.

You do not even have a porch.

[ He glances at her, taking in the bandaid and the start of bruises he can see. ]

Busy day?

[She just waves a hand.]

Details, details.

[Though that earns him a wry look.]

You have no idea. And what about you? Just decided to head on over here, or do you have a reason for comfort food and cartoons on my couch?

I was bored. Found your coordinates in my phone.

[ Loki shrugs as if he has not a care in the world. ]

It sounded like something to do.

Yes, I can accept that that's why you're here.

But that doesn't explain the comfort food or the cartoons. [if you're staying here, you're making that clear.]

I was hungry and cartoons are entertaining.

[ Though there is a hint of a question to that statement that makes it just a tad bit unbelievable. ]

[She just huffs a laugh at that.]

All right, now I know something is wrong. When the God of Lies' lies aren't sounding very convincing, it's a problem.

Look, spill or don't spill if you want to, I won't force it either way. But respect the sanctity of my couch.

[ Loki really does not want to delve into his subconscious reasoning for being on Bobbi's couch. Yet he also does not want her kicking him out. ]

Nothing is wrong. It just -- is boring at home. And Asgardia is, well, a lot of people being mopey. You are not mopey. Thus, improvement.

[Oh look, the little god of mischief can be cajoled to talk. Good to know.

...Mopey, huh. She's not sure why they're mopey but she's pretty sure it can't be anything good. And so she tilts her head and arches an eyebrow at him.]

Well you're right about that. I've never been mopey in my life.

[...]

Is it anything the rest of us should be concerned about?

Exactly. You are too practical!

[ He waves his hands as he is talking as if to somehow demonstrate he practicality. Then his arms drop, his tone falsely exasperated. ]

Thor has gone and gotten himself killed again, like the idiot he is, and is taking his own sweet time coming back.

[...thor.

Thor went and got himself killed.

And they all know Loki's famous "It's Complicated" relationship with his brother, but...she doesn't think there's only hate there. She knows that even when she hates her own brother's guts, she still loves him.

He's her brother.]

...Well that's not good. Everyone likes Thor, after all. And how're you holding up, then?

I am annoyed.

[ That is what he keeps trying to tell himself, anyway. His voice gets rather passionate as he goes on. ]

Really, if he would just stop and think for half a second once in a while he would not go getting himself blown up again and inconveniencing everyone. He is supposed to be the God of Thunder and Asgard's greatest warrior and all and he just charges in and does stupid shit like this.

[.......sure you are.

She's starting to figure out a little bit how Loki ticks (and isn't that a terrifying realization) and so she has a suspicion that "annoyed" isn't the right word.

But she just makes a noise of assent.]

Mm.

[And then she stands and disappears into the kitchen.

And returns with a pint of expensive ice cream and a spoon, which she dumps unceremoniously in Loki's lap.]

Better comfort food, don't weep on my couch unless you really feel the need, because that would be weird but something tells me you haven't sobbed into a pint of ice cream in awhile.

[And then she turns her attention to the cartoons.]

I am not going to weep on your couch.

[ He is so affronted. He is the God of Mischief! And Chaos! He does not weep. Especially over Thor.

...yeah but he is opening the ice cream and sullenly sticking the spoon in it. ]

And I have never cried into ice cream.

[She doesn't even look away from where she's watching Tom get hit by a car, as if she doesn't care at all about whether or not he does, and the woes of a cartoon cat are of far more concern.]

Your loss, then.

[She means about never having weeped into ice cream for the record.]

[ Yeah he is not even talking to you anymore. He is stuffing a spoon into his mouth and sulking about it. ]

[you know who is okay with this?

A freshly showered Bobbi, who just stretches once, feeling her back pop, and flops back onto the couch, lazily flicking through a tablet.

She knows better than to work while Loki is around, so instead there is a book. The Hunger Games. Clint recommended it because it was about an archer. What a sap.

But she's willing to let him be angsty all he wants. Oh Loki. He needs company, obviously, and she's not good at comforting villains, but she can at least be a presence.]

[ Loki is quiet for a long while. He begins to relax; the company is exactly what he needed, even quiet company. The ice cream is surprisingly comforting, as well. For a good half-hour he just zones out, watching cartoons and occasionally taking a bite of ice cream.

Then he finally gets up, replacing the lid and taking it into the kitchen, where there is the sound of the freezer opening and the spoon hitting the sink. ]

[That, at least, gets her to lift her head from her book (she likes the heroine; she's no-nonsense enough to gain Bobbi's approval). She has her head cocked, listening for his movements (and not out of wariness, which is odd to her, she should be wary with the god of mischief out of her sight, but she's not).

She's just waiting now, curious but not alarmed.]

[ Loki is not long; soon he is awkwardly standing in the living room's doorway. ]

...you have good taste in ice cream.

[ It is a thank you, of sorts. ]

[She tilts her head at him before offering a smile.]

If you can't splurge on four dollar ice cream, what can you waste your money on?

[she knows enough, and she's not going to draw it out. Instead, she looks at the screen, thoughtful--]

The movie's just starting. Sit, and you can leave when you won't be a nuisance and a distraction.

[That's her excuse, anyway, for inviting the norse god of mischief to watch a children's movie with her.]

There is a point you will not think me a nuisance and a distraction?

[ Loki takes that invitation to sit back down, curling the throw blankets around him once more. ]

I have to see this.

[ That is his excuse and he is sticking to it. ]

[She snorts at that, but chooses to pretend like the movie is so enthralling--that's her reason for not answering that.

And thus they watch a children's movie and are surprisingly peaceful considering this post started with "a superhero and a super villain sit on a couch together..."]

[ After the movie is over, Loki finally stands and stretches. He throws Bobbi a smile, which is surprisingly genuine. ]

I fear chaos is calling my name, Miss Mockingbird, so I must deny you of my continued presence.

[She snorts at that before she can stop herself, vaguely amused, but simply waves him off.]

Get out of here, you little shit.

["stay off my couch" is on the tip of her tongue, but, well--

He wouldn't listen, would he? Futility isn't something she indulges in. And so she simply shrugs, smirking, and settles back down to read, letting Loki leave without another word.]

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