unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?
— Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.
[ He doesn't spend an inordinate amount of time at his Manhattan apartment, but it's where all his creature comforts live and sometimes, after vanishing for several days without warning, he returns to find things in his little Midgardian sanctuary have changed. He notices.
Like the lilac-scented, offensively purple array of bath bombs on the sink as he heads in for a shower. What. Unsurprising with Kate living there ("Homeless? No more, Kate Bishop! I shall be your landlord!" "That's not how it works, Loki,") but when he opens the fridge in nothing but a towel and finds the weirdest array of food in there, he starts to wonder if he isn't the real guest in his own home, catching sight of a bra draped on the back of his sofa.
It takes him a minute to seek out the full-fat milk for a shake, the blender buzzing on full at five in the morning. Oops. ]
[Of course she had taken the bed. God or not, Kate made the note that the title just made him all the more fit to be able to sleep anywhere else. So the bed supports both she and Lucky through the night, a much better comfort than when they'd slept in the car for days on end during their ride back across the states. Until, of course, it's ruined by the blaring sound of what could even be mistaken for a weed wacker.
She tries to ignore it, really. But with a groggy groan, she bats at her face to shove the sleeping mask to her forehead before shuffling over the edge of the bed to slip her feet in a set of fluffy slippers.
Stumbling her way to the kitchen still partially asleep, she slaps her hand on the counter as the other settles on her hip.]
[ In his bed, which he is more than happy to give up (not really, but his couch is nice and sofa after he swapped out the old one). Damp and cheerful, he rests a hip against the counter and pours his shake into a tall glass, sipping with a slurp. Mmm. ]
I just got in. Would you like to hear about the runaway Ice Elves from Alfheim who started up a froyo joint downtown? Their glamours were most fascinating, magic of that calibre deserves lengthy praise and I'm not even a little bit over it. They gave me a freebie pass for dessert.
[ Not that all he's been doing is pratting about with froyo, but it is the most easily relatable excerpt of his most recent excursions. ]
[She tries to listen to him, she really does, but the blender's noise still echoes in her ears even after it's shut off and all she can really see is a green energetic blob in front of her while her vision's still blurred.
Wiping at her eyes, she's finally able to make out Loki in front of her, although all she manages to really do is shoot him an unamused glare as she notices the time on the microwave behind him.]
Five a.m.!? You shoot me a wake up call at five to talk about froyo? Fine. God, I get it. But there's some sort of human concept of time in there, isn't there?
[ As much as he really could have turned the blender on low and been about a billion times quieter as the God of Sneak, he does feel a bit bad when she blows up. Lips resting on the edge of his glass which he keeps hold of (like a magical barrier against all the shouting, wow) his green eyes widen a touch. ]
I didn't endeavour to wake you up, you did that all by yourself. Perhaps earplugs?
[ He was hungry after an adventure, Kate!! Won't apologise for that. ]
[It's honestly way too early to go into the shouting phase. Not that it wasn't routine for her, but she and Clint usually waited until after at least nine before the scolding started.]
You weren't exactly the king of stealth this morning, you know. [It's less of an accusation and more of a tired comment as she sighs, realizing she's too awake now to bother crawling back into bed.
Arms dropping at her sides, she shuffles across her kitchen (labeled as such because it practically is at this point) to start scavenging through the cupboards. Finding the tin she's looking for, she shakes it and peeks inside before spinning on her hell to point it at Loki.]
We're out of coffee. [We, despite being the primary suspect in practically inhaling the whole thing over the past few days.]
I don't need to be stealthy around you or in my own apartment, there are surveillance wards stuck in all sorts of places that ensure that.
[ He holds up a hand as he pauses in leaving the kitchen with his smoothie. ]
I haven't been here! I was, in fact, quite far away from all coffee-related shenanigans, which means it's your turn to go shopping. [ Helpfully, he lifts her bra off the couch with two fingers, cocking a hip in his towel as he sends her a look. ] Did your clothes explode off your body and land in odd places or have you been wandering around naked? I ask because if that's acceptable, I'd like to know.
Fine, I can go stuck up on more when the rest of the human world decides to wake up. [She's at least capable of that much. Though she'll have to see if she actually has the funds for it. Which leaves her considering to invest in a "coffee money" jar.
She shuffles around looking for some whole grain cereal while he holds up the risque evidence to which she barely registers half his comment in her sleepy state.]
It's not like you've never seen a bra before, right? I mean, who knows with you, but — [A shrug.] Like you said, you weren't here. Hence naked rights were validated.
[ Blergh, though. Dropping hers on the kitchen table. ]
As long as no one else removed it within the premises. [ Which sounds really weird, so he elaborates a little. ] I suggest if you do decide to get someone else to divest your unmentionables, you don't bring that person back here. There are otherwise many Traps of Boob which would go unappreciated by the Layman, were he to stumble upon them.
You really have some major paranoia, don't you? [She raises a brow as she crunches away at her cereal while leaning back against the counter.] Do you have some secret chest full of all your Loki-esque secrets stashed away somewhere or something?
[She hardly thinks there would be, though it's no doubt that Loki does have his secrets. It's nothing she's going to dive in to investigate, however. As much as her curiosity gets the best of her ninety percent of the time, Loki was ... another case altogether. They had set up their boundaries for a simple, standard "roommate" situation and it was probably safer to keep it that way. After all that she dealt with Clint, she could use something free of the drama for a bit.]
Don't worry though. No one's going to "divest my unmentionables" anytime soon. That's been off the table for a while now.
[Okay, she does. For the most part. Not counting scouting around looking for work. And choosing to mainly waste said time in avoiding the Avengers in the city, namely a particular archer.
Stepping closer, she reaches around Loki to snag her bra from the table before stuffing it in the pocket of her pajama pants.] Because when you deal with enough idiots, it turns out it's not worth bothering with.
[There's plenty of irony in hearing those words from Loki of all people, especially as cliche as they happen to be. She raises a brow at his words for second before she scuffles into a short laugh, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter again across from him.]
Well, what about you? You're always off doing literally god knows what. Does that include an array of those recreational activities?
Oh, no. [ That garners a huff of a laugh. ] To reiterate a conversation with my brother, anyone who finds themselves at my side in that regard must be a pretty damned desperate bedmate. People who are worth avoiding, in short. My wants have proved a poor master.
Oh, please. Pray tell, what acts might those be? Looks like you've awoken my mad curiosity.
[More for the laughs, because considering she actually knew Loki right before he went into "age up" mode, all she can still picture is that wild troublesome kid she ran around worlds with. Granted, she knows he's older than that and a god after all, but Loki and sex in the same sentence still gets her snickering as she dries her bowl.]
[Half between scoffing at his comment and rolling her eyes at the unwashed glass (she is not dealing with another guy to clean up after), she turns to him with a hand on her hip.]
I had plans today, just so you know. I'm not gonna spend it looking up what awkward porn you might've inspired.
Really? I might. [ Meandering into the bedroom to fetch some clothes from the wardrobe, he returns tugging on a green tshirt over jeans. ] I'm so tired, but first I require copious amounts of breakfast meats. Do you want to get dressed and come with?
[It really is, as much as she hates to admit, making a note to actually look into that later, for hilarity's sake. While he disappears, she washes his glass, mostly out of habit at cleaning things up in Clint's place before turning to him at his question.]
Why not? I have to go nab more coffee anyway. Let me go wake up Lucky. [Which she does while scavenging through Loki's bedroom (her bedroom, as it's slowly becoming), going through the scattered clothes for a clean pair of shorts and a loose shirt (purple, of course).
Exiting the room, the dog follows her, wide awake now as his collar jingles with each of his steps.] Ready for takeoff! Shall we go?
[ Loki mooches around while he waits, tugging on his seven-league boots (because you never know) and donning his hoodie (green too, of course). He crouches down to make a fuss over Lucky as they leave ("Yes, away with us!"), bright-eyed in his own respect like he might be the one taken for a walk. It's a treat to be nostalgic like this solely because it almost never happens with anyone else, these days. The rest of his former circle wouldn't want to see him, or at least not to pretend everything was alright, but Kate is different; whereas Chavez would put his head through a window for speaking out of turn, Bishop only threatens. That's got to be progress. True friendship, perhaps? He isn't familiar with it, as Verity insisted.
The diner is a small one nearby where he usually ducks in for on-the-go beverages and suchlike, this time steering the three of them into a red-pleather booth where he waves jovially at the servers to catch their attention before leaning over to Kate. ]
I'll pay. You're only up at this hour because of me, anyway.
[Lucky likes Loki, as wild as he is. Even for an old dog, he's amused by the eccentric gestures and enjoys the comfort of his abode. Plus, Kate likes him (????) — or at least tolerates him, so that's a plus. Not to mention he gets some attention, which is always a good note in his book.
The dog rushes up ahead of them as soon as the door is open and they eventually make their way out, leaving Kate to walk beside Loki. Hands in her pockets, she still can't get over the bizarre situation, never having imagined she'd be spending such casual time with him like this. But the toleration is evidently there, perhaps because there's other people she's more pissed off at in the moment, and she finds it's not the worst thing in the world to have a decent conversation together.]
I told you I didn't need friends paying for me. [Though it isn't a huge protest when they're in the booth, leaning back to rest her head, still tired in the early hours.] I've technically taken your bed anyway. That's already sticking me in your debt.
[Not to mention everything else she's already taken over.]
Let me do this, I was rude. I should like to make proper amends with pancakes, as is the traditional Asgardian way. Minus a boar or two.
[ He orders four bacon sandwiches and a plate of waffles for himself, assuming Kate will attend to coffee-related designs. Loving the mortal hustle and bustle (of which there is still a fair amount because #manhattan) he twiddles with his own menu. ]
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Like the lilac-scented, offensively purple array of bath bombs on the sink as he heads in for a shower. What. Unsurprising with Kate living there ("Homeless? No more, Kate Bishop! I shall be your landlord!" "That's not how it works, Loki,") but when he opens the fridge in nothing but a towel and finds the weirdest array of food in there, he starts to wonder if he isn't the real guest in his own home, catching sight of a bra draped on the back of his sofa.
It takes him a minute to seek out the full-fat milk for a shake, the blender buzzing on full at five in the morning. Oops. ]
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She tries to ignore it, really. But with a groggy groan, she bats at her face to shove the sleeping mask to her forehead before shuffling over the edge of the bed to slip her feet in a set of fluffy slippers.
Stumbling her way to the kitchen still partially asleep, she slaps her hand on the counter as the other settles on her hip.]
What are you doing?
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[ In his bed, which he is more than happy to give up (not really, but his couch is nice and sofa after he swapped out the old one). Damp and cheerful, he rests a hip against the counter and pours his shake into a tall glass, sipping with a slurp. Mmm. ]
I just got in. Would you like to hear about the runaway Ice Elves from Alfheim who started up a froyo joint downtown? Their glamours were most fascinating, magic of that calibre deserves lengthy praise and I'm not even a little bit over it. They gave me a freebie pass for dessert.
[ Not that all he's been doing is pratting about with froyo, but it is the most easily relatable excerpt of his most recent excursions. ]
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Wiping at her eyes, she's finally able to make out Loki in front of her, although all she manages to really do is shoot him an unamused glare as she notices the time on the microwave behind him.]
Five a.m.!? You shoot me a wake up call at five to talk about froyo? Fine. God, I get it. But there's some sort of human concept of time in there, isn't there?
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I didn't endeavour to wake you up, you did that all by yourself. Perhaps earplugs?
[ He was hungry after an adventure, Kate!! Won't apologise for that. ]
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You weren't exactly the king of stealth this morning, you know. [It's less of an accusation and more of a tired comment as she sighs, realizing she's too awake now to bother crawling back into bed.
Arms dropping at her sides, she shuffles across her kitchen (labeled as such because it practically is at this point) to start scavenging through the cupboards. Finding the tin she's looking for, she shakes it and peeks inside before spinning on her hell to point it at Loki.]
We're out of coffee. [We, despite being the primary suspect in practically inhaling the whole thing over the past few days.]
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[ He holds up a hand as he pauses in leaving the kitchen with his smoothie. ]
I haven't been here! I was, in fact, quite far away from all coffee-related shenanigans, which means it's your turn to go shopping. [ Helpfully, he lifts her bra off the couch with two fingers, cocking a hip in his towel as he sends her a look. ] Did your clothes explode off your body and land in odd places or have you been wandering around naked? I ask because if that's acceptable, I'd like to know.
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She shuffles around looking for some whole grain cereal while he holds up the risque evidence to which she barely registers half his comment in her sleepy state.]
It's not like you've never seen a bra before, right? I mean, who knows with you, but — [A shrug.] Like you said, you weren't here. Hence naked rights were validated.
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[ Blergh, though. Dropping hers on the kitchen table. ]
As long as no one else removed it within the premises. [ Which sounds really weird, so he elaborates a little. ] I suggest if you do decide to get someone else to divest your unmentionables, you don't bring that person back here. There are otherwise many Traps of Boob which would go unappreciated by the Layman, were he to stumble upon them.
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[She hardly thinks there would be, though it's no doubt that Loki does have his secrets. It's nothing she's going to dive in to investigate, however. As much as her curiosity gets the best of her ninety percent of the time, Loki was ... another case altogether. They had set up their boundaries for a simple, standard "roommate" situation and it was probably safer to keep it that way. After all that she dealt with Clint, she could use something free of the drama for a bit.]
Don't worry though. No one's going to "divest my unmentionables" anytime soon. That's been off the table for a while now.
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[ Perching on the edge of the table with his drink, he hugs an arm across his chest and raises inquiring brows. ]
Why should it be off the anything? You seem to have an abundance of time, why not spend it more ... recreationally?
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[Okay, she does. For the most part. Not counting scouting around looking for work. And choosing to mainly waste said time in avoiding the Avengers in the city, namely a particular archer.
Stepping closer, she reaches around Loki to snag her bra from the table before stuffing it in the pocket of her pajama pants.] Because when you deal with enough idiots, it turns out it's not worth bothering with.
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[ A nicer paraphrasing of what Verity had to say to him, yet even his wan smile eases as he looks down at his drink in his hands, toying with it. ]
What I mean to say is that you mustn't give up, more fish in the sea, etcetera. One who will treat you as you deserve to be treated.
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Well, what about you? You're always off doing literally god knows what. Does that include an array of those recreational activities?
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[ Such shitty taste, no one even understands. ]
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[Which is awkward enough to say outloud, but her smirk shows off her teasing, turning to wash her empty bowl in the sink.]
Chin up. I can guarantee there's probably guys that a lot worse than you. The first step is admitting you have a problem.
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I'm the god of several sexual acts, I'll have you know, all of which are awesome.
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[More for the laughs, because considering she actually knew Loki right before he went into "age up" mode, all she can still picture is that wild troublesome kid she ran around worlds with. Granted, she knows he's older than that and a god after all, but Loki and sex in the same sentence still gets her snickering as she dries her bowl.]
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[ Poking out his tongue, he puts his empty glass in the sink and neglects to wash it. ]
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I had plans today, just so you know. I'm not gonna spend it looking up what awkward porn you might've inspired.
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[It really is, as much as she hates to admit, making a note to actually look into that later, for hilarity's sake. While he disappears, she washes his glass, mostly out of habit at cleaning things up in Clint's place before turning to him at his question.]
Why not? I have to go nab more coffee anyway. Let me go wake up Lucky. [Which she does while scavenging through Loki's bedroom (her bedroom, as it's slowly becoming), going through the scattered clothes for a clean pair of shorts and a loose shirt (purple, of course).
Exiting the room, the dog follows her, wide awake now as his collar jingles with each of his steps.] Ready for takeoff! Shall we go?
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The diner is a small one nearby where he usually ducks in for on-the-go beverages and suchlike, this time steering the three of them into a red-pleather booth where he waves jovially at the servers to catch their attention before leaning over to Kate. ]
I'll pay. You're only up at this hour because of me, anyway.
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The dog rushes up ahead of them as soon as the door is open and they eventually make their way out, leaving Kate to walk beside Loki. Hands in her pockets, she still can't get over the bizarre situation, never having imagined she'd be spending such casual time with him like this. But the toleration is evidently there, perhaps because there's other people she's more pissed off at in the moment, and she finds it's not the worst thing in the world to have a decent conversation together.]
I told you I didn't need friends paying for me. [Though it isn't a huge protest when they're in the booth, leaning back to rest her head, still tired in the early hours.] I've technically taken your bed anyway. That's already sticking me in your debt.
[Not to mention everything else she's already taken over.]
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[ He orders four bacon sandwiches and a plate of waffles for himself, assuming Kate will attend to coffee-related designs. Loving the mortal hustle and bustle (of which there is still a fair amount because #manhattan) he twiddles with his own menu. ]
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