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[Loki is not one to discard things so easily, at least not this iteration. It might not be advice, but Loki considers his words anyway and while he doesn't possess M's ability to see how things end, Loki knows how things end in his case. Messing something up inevitable...he lies. Not always. Sometimes he's very honest it's just a lot harder since subterfuge is part of his nature, strategy, and survival. He can be selfish too tending to do things based on self-interest, but every now and then he will trip himself up and do things for the sake of someone else.

Loki would require an extreme amount of patience with his flaws, something he's aware of, and then there is nothing in his experience by which to compare.]

I'll give your seriousness some serious thought.

[He can promise that much especially after M took the time to explain all of this to Loki and the trickster wouldn't deny that they had certain similarities that forced him to pay attention.]

Oh, well, don't stroke my ego too much. My head might inflate and that would make it difficult to get through doors.

[And Loki making a joke at is own expense means things are tacking a turn towards levity.]

I have all the time there is...[Loki was about to make a few recommendations, what with his wallet tucked in his back pocket but then M uttered the word doohickey and Loki was trying not to lose it.]...doohickey he says? Alright, let's order something and you can show me your doohickey, I'll turn it on and see what we have to work with. If it's a disappointing doohickey then movies are an excellent plan B.

[No. Loki doesn't have a filter, he just says shit as it comes to him.]

Relax, I only hurt people who deserve it.

[And right now Loki's done nothing to deserve such treatment. Not after cooking for him.]

"Apollo" has special meaning to him. And I'd tell him if I remember any of this when I get back... only I'm fairly certain he'll never want to see my face again.

[He doesn't want to think about the possibility of Andrew showing up here. Not that Andrew couldn't handle himself in any situation he might find himself in, but because M still wasn't ready to face him again.

Not that he dwells on the thought long, because yet another first unfurls before his eyes as the two miniature Apollo's engage in a duel with... sausages. Out of everything he's seen, explaining this to a stranger seems like it would be the least believable. And he once helped fight the moon.]

Looks like my Apollo can beat the gods after all.

That's all I ask.

[He finally takes Dragprawn off his shoulders, and the little shrimp scurries off to go attack a stuffed chew toy.]

Luckily I can make my own Doors bigger to get you out of my apartment. Beyond that you'd be on your own.

[Look you're lucky he knows how to turn the TV on. That was part of his whole self-reflection time. After all, fight robots don't play video games. He heads over to the bookshelves to point out the console.]

Look, someone wanted to play kooky kart racing or something and got pissed when I kept beating him. I haven't touched it since.

Oh, no, I'd do it for the morbid curiosity factor. At full tilt I'm not quite the same as I am, it would take a lot to really hurt me...as I am now...well.

[And yes, Loki would take a headbutt just for the lulz, but as he is? There is no room for doubt that M would hurt him.]

Fairly does leave room for doubt.

[Loki's relationship advice is bad and given that he's pretty inadequate at his own relationships, particularly with his brother...scared, in fact he's really not given to long, preachy bits of advice.

Besides, there is a brutal sausage duel unfolding in front of them and once little god Apollo unstuck his head he lifted both the sausage and M's Apollo off of the table before tossing both into Loki's sauerkraut.]

I was done with that anyway. [Loki's whining goes completely ignored as M's Apollo shanghai's another of Loki's sausages, a larger one this time, and away he goes.] What is this fascination with my plate anyway? There's another one. Over there!

[M has a plate too! But yet again, Loki goes completely ignored as the great sausage duel continues.]

[Better the toy than Loki's leg.]

Oh, how utterly unfeeling of you, just inflate my head and throw me out into the world of uncompromising doors so that I might fend for myself.

[It's fortunate that Loki is very much in tuned with technology, machines are easier to manipulate and trick than people, truth be told. They didn't have the ability to be discerning, they just follow their purpose.]

I can see that. [Loki smooths a hand over the machine just to get rid of the trace amount of dust before deftly hooking everything up.] That does give me something to strive for, doesn't it? Let's see if I can succeed where he could not.

[Loki cannot promise to play fair.]

How about I promise to headbutt the guy I bring next time for entertainment?

[M already knows exactly how hurt Loki would be if they took this seriously, and he'd rather not just for a laugh.]

Maybe to you.

[Still, he'd be lying if he wasn't hoping himself.

The least he could do was watch this version of Apollo skewer his namesake with a sausage. Oh the things Freud would say about that, if Freud wasn't dead and a quack.]

Clearly they know better than to mess with me.

[He stabs a sausage with his fork and brings it over the heads of the duelling Apollo's to put on Loki's plate.]

Luckily for you I share.

Fight robot, remember?

[Though his smirk betrays that there is much more to him than just that.]

Doubtful. I already see how this is going to end.

Excuses.

[And you give it away so very easily.]

What you're seeing is my inevitable victory and I hope you've come to terms with it and the grandiloquent victory dance that is sure to follow.

[Smug little bastard that he is, but Loki is determined to throw a few surprises out there regardless of his wins or losses.

A few more adjustments and Loki is ready to go, perching on floor with his back against the sofa.]

Well if you're promising.

[As he is now? Loki's certain he'd be struggling to fight back the tears, because it would sting quite a bit.]

That's me, the eternal skeptic, doubting everything. You never know when something might crop up that might not appear to be what it seems.

[Like the scene folding out before them, who would have thought that this had come from simple images sketched into paper? An outsider might think they'd gone completely mad.]

Right, because I'm such a pushover.

[But Loki, you are a pushover, if you took more things seriously your own creations wouldn't be so inclined to walk all over you.

Loki's trying his best not to look too delighted by M's gracious offering of food.]

Thank you good ser, your contribution to my stomach will not be forgotten.

[They quickly looked to Loki and his new found bit of fortune, but before they could get any ideas the god of mischief raised his plate out of their reach...as if he could really stop them and just as suddenly he was the mountain in a vigorous round of king of the mountain in which both Apollo's were vying for the highest spot.]

I might be regretting a few of my life's choices.

[M grabs a controller of his own and join's Loki on the floor.]

Bring it then.

[M runs a hand over his stomach at the mention of things not appearing as they seem.]

I'm more than aware of that.

[Considering right before he got here his non-Apollo boyfriend ran a knife through him, he's acutely aware that appearances can be deceiving.

His thoughts become significantly lighter as he watches the two APollo's start their ascent up Mount Loki. Taking pity on the god, he reaches out and gingerly grabs the pari by the shoulders, one in each hand, and brings them back down to the ground.]

You two have perfectly good sausages right here to beat each other senseless with--

[He hands them each one of the discarded weiners.]

--Don't get greedy.

[The last words definitely sound like a threat, and the two paper Apollo's quickly decide these sausages are totally good enough.]

[Loki notices the gesture and he can sense that it has nothing to do with the fact that M was full from their meal, but he has enough tact not to as after it.

Quite possibly something painful. Personal. And serious.

Too serious for what was happening at the moment and that was the mini Apollos climbing him and M carefully redirecting their attention, berating them and they listen. They listen.

And here Loki had breathed life into them and Loki couldn't even persuade them to leave his food alone. At least he can finally set his plate back onto the table where it belongs.

They return to their own battle of the sausages and Loki takes the opportunity to eat M's offering to him at a pace that suggests he's trying not to look like he's scarfing his food down faster than they can think about it again.]

You cut quite the authoritative figure.

[That doesn't perplex Loki at all.]

That's the problem with magic, it can be wildly unpredictable...I can whisper magic into whatever I like, breathe a kind of life into objects with it, but what it does after that? Completely follows its own nature.

[Loki chews on a bite of sausage thoughtfully, swallowing before gesturing to the two Apollo's]

Don't understand what this is all about [the dueling with sausages] or why they seem to want to torture me, well torture might be a strong word...

Throwing down the gauntlet.

[Loki settles in, drawing his knees up in anticipation as he waits for the rigmarole that is the game's opening sequence to do it's thing before starting the first round. This isn't about winning or losing for Loki, at least not this round, this is about understanding the mechanics of the game.

That isn't to say he doesn't play like a champion, he's really good when it comes to video games, his fascination with human technology had given him quite an obsession with video games.]

More like people know better than to mess with me.

[A notion that extends to paper gods, apparently.]

Whereas you... I get the feeling you like the unpredictability.

With a face as sweet and unassuming as yours? I'm trying to picture it.

[Loki's just jealous because he doesn't have a truly stern expression in his repertoire. This probably stems from the fact that he's incapable of taking anything seriously for extended periods of time.]

Unpredictability is what keeps my little heart humming. You're having a perfectly pleasant conversation and suddenly--

[And suddenly one Apollo knocks a sausage out of the other Apollo's hand, hitting it out of the park and right into Loki's face. It takes effort not to look antagonized.]

--you find yourself confronted with a sausage dilemma of your own making.

[M can't help but laugh at the whole situation. It's just too absurd.]

Then you've certainly had an accomplished dinner.

[Yes, absurd, and the onslaught against himself was even more so, which was why he created a diversion. He didn't need to draw a picture in order to create a model of himself, Loki was his own frame of reference.

And so, joining the Apollos was a miniature sized model of Loki, but not the one sitting across from M, this Loki resembled the one sitting across the table in color scheme and the acidic green of his eyes only. Everything else seemed more sinister and hungry than the present playful, mischievous creature he is now.

Now that they had a villain Loki scooped up the miniature copies and set them loose on the floor, free to chase and do battle to the contentment of their own hearts.]

I've amused you, I suppose that was the goal, though perhaps not at my own expense, still if you feel like this evening was even marginally unpredictable then I will own the accomplishment fully.

[M watches Loki draw this new character, but decides not to ask about it. What with the similar color scheme and the clear "supervillain" body type, added with the fact he's mentioned a past life... It seems like something he should steer clear of.]

This was certainly an unpredictable dinner.

[He smiles as he takes a final bite of sausage.]

And you have no idea how rare that is for me.

[Fortunately, evil, villain Loki has the desirable effect in drawing the attention of the two Apollos...and if he was to be honest with himself he found it more amusing than he should watching them. Watching King Loki as he's batted around by sausages? Priceless, and he doesn't hide his snickering.]

Mmmm. We'll have to try it again, I'll shall endeavor to outdo myself with feats of magic.

[Finishing off his own meal Loki settles back with his wine. He could probably eat more, but he didn't need to.]

Ah, statistically, how rare? Curiosity and all that.

While I won't turn down another magic show, it isn't necessary. I had a good time without it.

[M doesn't even hesitate as he spits out an exact percentage. It's quite low.]

A side effect of knowing every move someone makes before they make it.

Ah, yes, well it the words of the great Nirvana: come as you are. I can manage the unpredictability of such sage wisdom.

[It's surprising enough that M didn't turn him down for seconds.

It's also surprising that he's able to offer Loki a percentage with such certainty. Not that it should be given his claims.]

Is this gift of your effective in most situations or are there select situations, blind spots, if you will, in which this gift of yours is impeded?

[Loki has already come to the conclusion that his little magic tricks took him by surprise, so he makes a gesture toward the Apollos and King Loki as the battle wages onward.]

I'll pretend I know who that is and agree.

[And why wouldn't he? It's been an enjoyable night.]

Sometimes I know what someone's abilities are, but not the full extent... such as yours. There are other exceptions too, but a man has to have some secrets.

Music, I'm fond of Earth music, it's the name of a band...very moody music.

[And food, who turns down food...granted Loki can be a mooch when it comes to Earth foods so maybe that's his own perspective.]

I suspect if my abilities were whole both you and I might be in the dark as to their extent. [His abilities are, after all, based on his own whims. sorcery is varied and unpredictable, it's also something one can always expand upon and change.] Aye. I suppose you're right, I've more secrets so I understand, it's best never to put all of ones eggs in the same basket.

[Loki did have some abilities he was keeping even from those who knew him...well enough.]

All right then.

[Yeah, sorry Loki, he has next to no pop culture knowledge.]

I'm wondering if that means that I should consider myself lucky, then. Though I will say I'm glad that I'm glad you're a man who appreciates a secret.

[How do you live M? How in the name of Odin's holy eye socket do you live?]

Secrets often come with a negative connotation, but not everyone is looking out for your best interests. It's always clever to have a few hidden up...

[Well that thought was going somewhere, until the three caballeros rounded the couch and disappeared.

No sooner had they left their field of vision did the distinct sound of something shattering distract Loki from his line of thought.]

...that...sounded valuable. [Cool as you please

In fact, it sounded like a collectors item. Unbeknownst to Loki the trio of troublemakers have forsaken their sausages for the sharp remnants of Loki's vintage wine glasses...he's got a thing for them.]

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