TEN THINGS TO TEN PEOPLE

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TEN THINGS

Them rules:
1. Post with your characters name/canon and write 10 IC things about/to 10 peeps, don't say who they are for!
2. Go around and yell at/talk with/mourn alongside other peeps.
3. Potentially guess that jerk is talking about you, wtf.
4. Profit???

Taken from that other site.

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[trickstertongue]

Remember, little spider -- a pound of flesh you may feel your due, but not one drop of blood.

ooc: actually not sure if this is for a/any Loki, but it sure fit better than like #7. (Although Loki says that he's hella graceful, for the record).

[redinmyledger]

Then getting the flesh without spilling blood with be a challenge.

(ooc: you guessed right <3 this one was meant for any Loki.)

[trickstertongue]

One for which I do hope you feel prepared -- I'm positively tingling with anticipation to watch you try to meet it.

ooc: sweet! <3 time for the self-high-five of triumph.

[redinmyledger]

I have been preparing my entire life. This will be a challenge I can meet and exceed. You underestimate me so readily, Trickster.

(ooc: well deserved high five!)

[trickstertongue]

I admire your confidence, misplaced though it may be. It's very -- stirring.

Oh, readily, handily, thoroughly -- but not, I believe, actually. I have every faith you can live up to, and no further than, the low bar I have set you in my mind, Deceiver.

ooc: you get one as well, on principle.

[redinmyledger]

This isn't about confidence. It's about conviction. Something I believe you got told that you lacked. The one thing that's not in your arsenal.

A low bar? I'm so disappointed. Not all mortals are lazy, or looking to have things handed to them. I'll enjoy seeing that smirk disappear from your face.

(ooc: score! i love high fives.)

[trickstertongue]

Ah, yes; every word our late friend spoke has been sanctified with his passing, so therefore it must be gospel that I have no conviction in my soul. Spare me the sainted words of Phil Coulson. I had no great need of them while he lived and even less need of them now.

And I shall enjoy seeing you try. You will promise to put your hands on me when you do, won't you? I have been told that gingers are delicious when they let their tempers slip.

[redinmyledger]

Then that's your loss because you destroyed a good man, and a man whom I owe my career to. You may not have use for his words, but I do.

Did you really just call me a ginger? I don't anyone's ever called me that. Temper or not, you make it sound like you wish to eat me once I do become angry. I can't exactly tear you apart without putting my hands on you. Try not to enjoy the sensation too much, it's not going to be to your benefit.

[trickstertongue]

I admire your loyalty. I find it misplaced and more than a touch foolish, but I admire the spirit behind it.

Is that not the term? [He frowns for a moment, for the first part of the conversation slightly thrown] Your hair is the red of flames in sunset. I have been told that those with red hair are referred to as gingers. Is that not the case?

[He laughs, shaking his head, a playful smile flashing on his lips] Darling, I want to eat you all the time. And no promises -- I long for your venomous touch.

[redinmyledger]

At least it's my loyalty and no someone else's that's been pushed upon me.

[Her lips curled slightly and her eyes lit up.] You should have led with them being the red of flames in sunset. Being a "ginger" isn't exactly a pleasant term. It's usually used in a derogatory manner.

[It's Natasha's turn to feel thrown as she sees the smile and hears his words. She blinks as her eyebrows rise just a little and she stares at him in disbelief.] I-- [What did she even say to that?] I see.

[trickstertongue]

And is not the act of inspiring love and devotion a form of manipulation in itself?

[He enjoys that smile, the light dancing in her eyes, and his own smile softens a bit in response, a more genuine note of humor in it] Then I must apologize, for the transgressions of idiom. Though I do not understand how it could have come to be -- hair as bright and lovely as your own should be treasured; a man could lose his heart to its fire.

[Oh, Natasha -- that nonplussed look is almost as lovely to Loki as your smile. He nods, with a little sigh] I know, it is a difficult confession, however metaphorical it may be. I live daily with the longing to taste you on my tongue; I am made ravenous to have my mouth on your skin.

[redinmyledger]

An interesting interpretation of such an act, but I think it depends upon the first person's intentions. Do they wish to inspire love and devotion in order to take advantage, or do they not even realise what they're inspiring?

[It takes a lot to make her smile. To make her mean it and for the expression to reach her eyes. She's a little annoyed that he can bring it out of her so easily but it's hard to ignore the fact that she is smiling. And when she watches his expression shift it only seems to increase.] You really do have a silver tongue, don't you? Apology accepted because I do believe you when you say you meant no harm. Red hair in our culture is supposedly a sign of genetic deficiency.

[Then he would be beyond pleased that it didn't seem to lessen in the least. Her tongue slowly dragged over her lips before she finally broke eye contact and looked down.] You say things like that and it's easy to forget how much I really do wish to feel your beating heart in my hand and know that I was the one to rip it out.

[trickstertongue]

[It's a very good thing that he doesn't know of Coulson's words about giving them something to Avenge, because he would be getting himself into some trouble with her right now by dropping them] All interactions are an attempt to influence another in some way, for good or for ill. It is the very nature of communication and action to try to affect the world around you. Intentions may be impossible to know unless outright stated. We can only look at the results and attempt to glean their basis.

[It's strange, sometimes, speaking with Natasha -- there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to see her rage unleashed, but he finds himself more than he strictly likes truly enjoying their conversations. She always keeps him on his toes, and he finds that refreshing. As her own smile grows, his softens again; for a moment it could the smile of another Loki, of the Loki he had been before the events of his brother's aborted coronation] So I have been told. [he raises an eyebrow at that] Genetic deficiency? Surely any who may

[redinmyledger]

[Natasha no doubt would have jumped on the opportunity had he dropped those words but instead she just snorted in amusement.] All things I know to be true given my chosen profession, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate those moments of outright honesty. When the charades are left behind and it is just you and the other person being completely open. They are rare occasions at best, but they can be worth it.

You're far too... generous. [She had almost been about to call him 'biased' but the idea was disconcerting at best. This was a god she had wanted to kill. To call him biased would have meant he had some kind of feeling for her.] Always ready with your silver tongue.

[And then he continued and her mind once more floated back to 'bias' though she was starting to think it was more on her side. She indulged him, wanted to keep talking. However badly she wanted to draw blood she was still compelled to let this continue.] It would surprisingly enough be a pleasure to give you such a price the day I do end your life.

[trickstertongue]

But how often do those charades fall away, and leave behind that naked, vulnerable honesty? And how do you know when you have found that place, and trust that the one to which you speak has dropped their own mask in turn?

Generous? Oh, not I. [he shakes his head gently, a sign in his voice] See the truth of what I ask? You question the sincerity of my words, though I tender the compliment with all due honesty and forthright intention. You are a beautiful woman, Natasha -- a compliment on your obvious beauty should hardly be a thing to be questioned.

[He smiles, and for a moment it's genuine again, true amusement on his face -- though it's mixed somehow with regret] Then I thank you, that I shall not leave this world without one last tender touch to see me into the dark.

[redinmyledger]

That depends upon the people. Upon the relationship. Because you'll find there's an unguarded moment happening without you even realising it. Have you never had such a thing?

[It was Natasha's turn to sigh before she gave a smirk.] Men compliment my looks because they want something, or because they're only thinking about one thing. Not to argue against my lack of genetic deficiency so for that I should have realised it was truth. I am sorry, Trickster.

[Natasha returned the smile, her own just as real and genuine. Though if there was regret there she refused to acknowledge it.] It's the least I can do.