[Locked] If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places

[runsonbatteries]

 

THE EMOTIONAL IMPORT MEME
What's that traumatic event that you always try to shove away to the dark recesses of your mind? What about a horrible, embarrassing story that you can't even try to get over, because you don't want to relive it?

The more you try to run away from that memory, those feelings, the more vivid they are as they're given to others. That memory you tried to run away from? Now your mom, best friend and a few dozen strangers are living through it as if they were you, experiencing every twist of emotion--panic, sadness, anger--you did at that same moment, like it was really happening to them.

What're you going to do? Accept their reaction--empathy, pity, sorrow--or reject it, and keep running away?

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[runsonbatteries]

[Tony's displeasure comes out as one long enduring exhale through his nostrils. He fucking hates magic. Tony could handle one of Doom's robots blasting him out of the sky; he could handle Anton Vanko's drone army and Doc Ock making a fight feel a little too close to a Japanese hentai, because that was science. He knows next to nothing about magic, and as far as he's seen, it's even more unpredictable and easy to abuse as weapons.] As soon as Fabio gets his ass back here to spring us out, we're going to have a serious sit-down about restraining orders.

[Though with that said, he doesn't exactly feel comfortable about the idea that more than a day might've gone by and the Avengers still haven't shown up to save him.] I guess the bright side of this is it wasn't an actual love spell--you have those things, right? Or is that where it gets ridiculous?

[He turns around. First with his neck, looking at the partition of iron bars cutting off his side of the prison cell from Loki's. Then Tony actually faces Loki--at least as much as he can face him when he doesn't want to look into his eyes just yet. The one dash of comfort Tony gets from this is that Loki seems as uncomfortable about this as he is--even if it's just the notion that Tony knows as much about him as Loki now knows about him. Tony takes a gross amount of comfort in the fact that Loki wasn't gloating about his life, even though he could. And even if he does, he has canon fodder.

But silence stretches between them, dark and endless. And if Loki wasn't going to say anything, if the awkwardness was going to build into a giant monster with teeth holding their emotions hostage, Tony feels compelled to diffuse it.] ...So are we going to say something or just pretend it never happened? Personally I vote on the second one.

Before we do that, though, I just want to say you were one dopey-looking kid. [Thor had a pig nose, but Loki looked like the kid whose parents dressed him, participated in all the school plays, and kept getting his math homework stolen.] Thank god you grew into your ears. It would've been even harder to take you seriously.

[bloodbrothers]

I think a love spell, were they able to be created, are probably beyond her ability-- worry not. [ The idea itself was silly but he didn't feel the need to tell Stark that; let him live with the fear he might at some point be forced to succumb to unnecessary and unwanted emotions. Truth be told he knew of many spells, but there were probably many more he had not come across-- but he doubted he would come across such thing son Midgard.

However the turn in coversation, the commentary on his looks in his youth actually causes a frown to crease his brow. He's silent for a moment before he turns his gaze upon Stark, the look sidelong and calculating before the smallest smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. ] At least I grew. [ A glance downward to Stark's legs, entertaining the implication that he had not grown since childhood; while it may not be true, he's sure he's gotten his point across. ]

That said, attempting to ignore what has happened seems like the better option; though I do doubt that is possible. [ It was in their nature to use information offered, beings who thrived intellectually. He could easily say he would ignore what he now knew about Stark, as the Man of Iron could attempt the same but he knows it won't work that way-- they do not work that way. ]

Nor were you the pinnacle of fashion, Stark.

[runsonbatteries]

[Tony looks at where Loki's line of vision is going and then raises his eyebrows. Somehow, even with the comment he made about his Dumbo ears as a kid, Loki's jab at his height still feels surprisingly catty. Maybe because it was a rejoinder, where he was just making conversation. Not pleasant conversation, but they never managed to keep that guise up for very long.] We can't all be talking Redwoods.

[Loki is wrong--yet Tony doesn't disagree with him because he still has a point. They probably could sit out the rest of their captivity together without addressing what they both saw. But they weren't going to forget it. Tony has a hard enough time forgetting his own memories and mistakes: he might have to drink twice as much to push Loki to the back of his brain. He wasn't sure what Loki planned to do with it.

Even with his previous comment, he remembers the little boy trying to grab his father's attention, unsure even as he walks beside him. But at least they could take control of this now in one of the other methods Tony knows to deal with his shit: making fun of it.] Because I don't rock a cape and leather shoulder pads on a regular basis?

Everyone on your planet dresses like they're in a school play. Yet somehow you still have the weirdest helmet out of all of them. Possible tie with your old man. That part surprised me, I'll admit.

[bloodbrothers]

I believe it is meant to be an owl, [ He answers in a rather non-committal tone; the curved perch like feathers, owls were said to be wise-- at least at the time of it's creation; he did not know if Midgardian's held true to such things still. ] As Thor's a hawk. [ A scrunch of his nose, paused thoughtfully. ] And a crown of stars, too, depending. [ And he scoffs because it's far easier to laugh at that sort of thing than be offended by it. ]

Though as you know it was not a choice I had made, [ His helm was not meant to look like Odins; if anything Heimdall's looked far more like it than Loki's own. It had been a farce at first, large to cover the fact that Loki himself was so far less golden, at least as far as he was concerned-- but neither Thor or he had taken to wearing them outside of battle. It was a weight, one he wore often, perhaps in jest-- to be a display of the ugly truth that was no longer denied. A beast not of Asgard; surely. ]

It would be the same to say everyone in your planet looks like they're running about in their underclothes. [ Though this banter is a bit lackluster; as the comparisons are frivolous really. ]

I do think shoulder pads may be of some use to you; perhaps you ought to reconsider.