bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

Need to drop in on your bedroom in 5 mins, pls be AWAKE!!

Is this an emergency, or is this a Loki-emergency?
Trying to decide how awake I'm supposed to be.

RUDE.
Just stay in bed so I don't fall on you!! Coming through ceiling, ETA 2 MIN

PS, am naked
make sure your door is shut :)

Where are your clothes?
Why are you coming through the CEILING? I have a window!

Door's closed already.

Dimension broiling with acidic Eldritch horrorbabies. Clothes too COOL TO RISK!!
Orientating spell to lock onto y

dfffkgkdr
sorry, had to skip a tentacle

Orientating spell to lock onto your magical resonance cross-universally is hard enough without aiming for your WINDOW, be serious!

Loki
What are you doing?
Why are there tentacles involved?

Wait nevermind.
I really don't want to know.
Just don't bring any of them back with you
I really don't want to try and explain THAT

I'M HAVING FUN :D

h/o here I commmmmMMMMMMMMEEE oh fCIK

[ A portal splits open on Billy's bedroom ceiling and Loki drops down in a Terminator-pose, which he would milk the utter coolness of but seconds later the nude godling flails at the opening over his head and it slams shut with a shriek of pain abruptly cut off on the other side.

As well as a severed tentacle, about arm-length, that thrashes around before twitching still. ]

That was a little closer than I'd have liked, I'm not ashamed to admit. Ah, Billy, [ hand on a bare hip, Loki nods politely as if he just walked up the stairs and knocked the door, ] there you are.

( of all the things billy could have imagined doing today, tonight, this? wasn't one of them. loki comes barreling through a fucking portal in the ceiling, all flesh and no clothes and if that wasn't embarrassing enough, he's raising his arms and flailing and there's a fucking tentacle on the floor of his room.

he's sitting on his bed, as recommended, star trek loose cotton pants sitting comfortably on his hips and both hands raised up, palms outstretched as if he's expecting more--an eldritch monster popping through another portal, that thing on the ground coming back alive and coming after them--something.

but nothing comes, and it's just loki standing there, nude and as cocky as always.

(ha, cocky)

a hand raises up to his face, index finger and thumb pinching the top of his nose as he closes his eyes for a moment, takes in a deep breath. )

You're going to do something with that-- ( the hand that's not on his face raises, gestures vaguely towards the severed tentacle loki had dropped in with. ) --right?

[ Never mind having just sprinted for his life through a speck of the Multiverse, he coos suggestively as a smirk cuts across his lips. ]

I'm not a burly plumber or milkman, but I appreciate the invitation.

[ Laughing, he takes a look around the bedroom that he shouldn't recognise, yet does. Because reasons. Best to take pity and not tease him too much, perhaps ... ]

I can't burn their skin, you'll have to.

Pretty sure I didn't invite you. ( but he also didn't tell loki no, either. it's another moment after he responds back that billy connects the dots to just what loki had meant. this is what he gets, isn't it, for not telling loki off.

this isn't a bad porno. at least he hopes it isn't. billy's climbing off the bed quickly regardless, threading fingers through disheveled hair to try and get it at least a little more presentable. ) Right. Okay. I'll get it, just--put on some pants, at least? Please?

[ Unhelpfully, yet cheerfully because it's a delight to be in Billy's company again after so long, he spreads his arms. ]

I didn't bring any, nor do I have enough power to summon anything from my apartment. Do you have a bathrobe I can borrow until my strength returns?

( who keeps bathrobes around anymore. there's a quiet, almost agitated but not quite groan that slips passed his lips, before billy's taking a careful step over the severed tentacle to get to his dresser. his hand pulls the top drawer open, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a pair of oversized (on billy) sweatpants, and holding them out to loki.

while pointedly keeping his gaze turned away from him, thank you. ) I don't, but you can borrow these.

So gallant ...

[ He turns his attention to tugging on the sweatpants which becomes something of a farce; the hems are rolled up to his knees in order to hide their shortness on his long legs and whichever way he tugs the waistband it refuses to pass his hips. That's that, then. ]

I hope you don't mind me dropping in on you like this, yours was the only magic I could navigate from a distance. Well, yours or Amora's, but I wasn't quite that desperate. [ He would have preferred to stay with the horrorterrors.

Taking a seat on the bed, he leans back and indulges in a proper once-over of his host. ]

You're looking well.

( listen: if he had anything bigger, he would have given them over. it occurs to him after the fact he probably could have just offered to try and get something from loki's apartment himself, offer to try and teleport him back in but--it's too late, he already gave him the sweatpants, he has to commit to it now.

loki's mildly clothed, so that's done. billy turns his attention over to the tentacle, instead. hovers a hand over it and murmurs soft under his breath as blue flames lick up the side of it, disintegrating it into nothing.

his hair's a mess, his pants are wrinkled, billy definitely looks like he'd just woke up, but he is awakeand that's what matters, right? he looks up to loki, finally. takes a moment to let his eyes look him over, even as a pink tinge spreads across his cheeks, over the tips of his ears. )

For someone who just teleported through my ceiling and is wearing my sweatpants, you're looking pretty okay, too. ( a pause, as he purses his lips. ) Should I be looking out for any other surprises?

Thank you.

[ Billy's bedhead is absolutely adorable and a wonderfully refreshing change from monsters that literally salivated destructive forces. Loki pats the bed as if he owns it, coaxing him over once the mucky business of the beast's tentacle is taken care of. ]

Nope. You don't think I'd lead a whole cavalcade of cthulu-offspring to your family's home and leave the way open, do you? I would never. I'm better these days.

[ Trying to be, anyway. Points for effort are always the most important. ]

( inviting him to his own bed. thanks, loki. billy takes the invitation, corners of his lips turning up just slightly as he makes his way back over to the mattress, sits himself down on the edge next to him with a quiet yawn.

and reaches across loki, grabbing onto one of the blankets thrown haphazardly over it to throw that over loki's lap, too. just in case. ) I don't think you'd lead a whole swarm of them here. I never know what to expect when you come around though.

( he's learned to expect the unexpected. )

[ The pseudo-almost-tucking-in has his lips twitching but he takes it in stride, slouching length-ways on the bed to at least let Billy crash if he needs to. ]

You can expect nothing but my grateful company for the next few hours, I assure you. [ Flippantly hurried though the words are (it was one thing to wear himself out while in a child's body but this, this is just embarrassing), his expression is warm. ] How have you been, Billy?

Oh, good. That sounds a lot better than getting some inter-dimensional tentacle horrormonsters climbing into my room through a rift in the time-space continuum. ( there's also the point of: how much can he trust of what comes out of loki's mouth? at the very least, loki's not quite big enough of a jerk to cause problems for his brothers and parents--so he'll believe him, for now. )

Busy-ish. It's midterms season. ( which isn't nearly as exciting as fighting aliens and monsters, he knows. ) You'd think after the whole "helped save the world" and "one day you'll be the Demiurge" thing, school would be so much less important.

[ There's a poster of Steve Rogers on the wall that catches Loki's eye as Billy fills him in. He imitates a Captain America voice with a lazy salute to the sentiments of Midgardian education. ]

Stay in school, kids! Ah, but you're not in class here and now ... [ If permitted, he reaches over to brush down some of Billy's bedhead with gentle fingers. ] Are you being extra good and filling your evenings with revising? In your Trek pyjamas, too.

( that gets his attention, head turning towards loki as his nose scrunches up, brows furrowed because--loki, please. it's one thing to have the god of mischief in his room, it's another thing entirely to have him imitating one of his heroes.

he allows the touch; leans into it a little even, a soft hum passing his lips. ) Usually they're reserved for sleeping. ( shoulders raise in a lazy shrug. ) How about you? I haven't seen you around in a while.

[ Oh, it's lovely to pet that floppy fringe back into place, a minor intimacy that he covets with immediate devotion; an ordinarily thieving touch uses the same lightness to stroke through Billy's hair, mindful of any knots. Even Verity fusses Loki away when he gets too handsy with her dyed locks. ]

I have ... an apartment. In Manhattan. [ May as well admit it, by now. Other details, however, he keeps schtum on, because there is no need to taint the pretty evening's memory with miserable truths. ] I'm somewhat freelance, you might say. I don't suppose you want to hire me for the night?

[ There's that 'I have too much insinuation and not enough smoothness' wink again. ]

A freelancing god? ( that earns loki a laugh, soft and barely there. it feels nice, having fingers in his hair. if loki needed any further encouragement, billy will give it to him: he tilts his head into the touch, closes his eyes they brush through strands.

at least that means he misses the really stupid wink, right. the milkman and the plumber comment, and now this--well. it's not as if loki's well-known for his subtle nature. ) Definitely not. I'm not into hiring mischief makers. ( it's said fondly, however. )

That's a shame, I'll just have to mooch off your goodwill and revoke your right to complain at a later date.

[ The curl of his knuckles slides down Billy's cheek, a thumb catching on the mage's chin. ]

Are you very tired? I can be quiet.

[ A grand offer indeed. ]

I'm not tired. ( not that kind of tired. loki's thumb presses to his chin, and billy tilts his head up, opens his eyes once more to look directly into piercing green. there's a small smirk that plays at the corners of his lips, his own hand raising to press over loki's. )

And I'll definitely complain about your mooching later.

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