Uber it is. [ Loki chuckled when Don called him out. That grin didn't even look guilty as he motioned don over to choose whatever cup he wanted. The Nespresso machine already ready, all Don had to do was pick the flavor he wanted.] I am pretty sure the sun was rising when I got dropped off this morning. I don't have many nights like this.
[ Okay, he parties a bit on Fridays, usually just to try to find someone to enjoy for a few hours, but rarely with being out until dawn when he knew he had plans. Opening the fridge he pulled a bottle of water out. Don was right. ] Good point, I will work on that. Oh, and if you want cream or such, the cream is in the fridge, sugar cubes next to the coffee maker.
[ Loki looked Don over a second, before something clicked. ] Those aren't your normal shoes.
[HE KNEW IT. Past experiences plus his innate dad senses equal... figuring out your bestie was definitely out late getting shitfaced. Before he admits to getting home at sunrise, of course. He (mentally) called it seconds before.]
You? A party animal? I woulda never guessed. [He's only half-kidding about that. Because yes there are some signs... but Loki doesn't seem like the extroverted type. Not from what he's seen. Then again, the time they have together isn't spent doing the most exciting things. They indulge in rather passive activities - cooking, gossiping, having a few beers to unwind. Personally? Don enjoys that. And he thought Loki did too.]
Good, good. [He gestures towards the water bottle, then ends up pointing right at Loki before making his way to grab a cup of coffee.] We need you in decent shape for tonight.
[And he stops mid-step at the comment on his shoes.]
Hm, what? [Don glances down, then laughs a bit.] Oh - these old things? [He sticks a leg out to better show off the shoe.] Barely get to wear 'em. I figured this was the perfect occasion. [A pause. Suddenly worried about his ensemble.] Do they look alright with this?
[ Oh, Loki had a feeling Don clocked that hangover the moment Loki walked outside to meet them. Would he say it? No, but his buddy knew him pretty well. ]
Not even close. [ He couldn't help the amusement in his tone. Loki wasn't the extrovert of the family, no. But, he had needs, and it was an easy enough way. Show up, look pretty, sweet talk someone into the back of a cab and leave before dawn. Days at Don's were so much better. He felt he could breathe and enjoy life. ] I don't even like most people.
[ Yes, Don is special. ] Once the painkillers kick in, I will be right as rain. I am not blessed with my family's tolerance. [ An angry voice in his head whispering he's not their family.
Luckily, Don distracted him from that train of self loathing. Blinking a bit, taking a drink of the water before looking Don over. Feeling he had permission. He was such a lovely man. How was he still single? ] I was playing, Don. You look fantastic, you will certainly have many eyes on you tonight.
[ Says the man in the pretty blue suit. Don looked better in his eyes, he put in effort yes, but he was always beautiful. ] I will find more reasons for you to wear them.
Uh huh. [Not even close? His eyebrows go up. Something isn't adding up here, and he's not buying Loki's story at all. But Don also keeps his comments to himself. He wasn't the type to share his late night exploits when he was younger either. It's none of his business really. Hangovers happen.]
A real lightweight, huh? [He smiles.] I'd say you're better off that way. Too much booze isn't the best idea sometimes.
[In his older age he's learned this the hard way.]
I am aware I clean up pretty well for an old man. [He laughs, helping himself to a mug and picking up the coffee pot to pour some.] Don't exactly got an eye for fashion though. [Hence the uncertainty about the shoes with this ensemble. He used to have Rosie's when it came to nicer outfits. Now he just holds onto the things she told him and commented on when she was still here.]
Oh yeah, they're just gonna fawn over me. [A playful eyeroll as the pot is set back down. No cream or sugar - he takes the first sip as is to gauge if it needs anything.] I'll hafta fight 'em all off with a stick.
[Hmmm. No, it needs cream. He's already feeling rather comfortable in the new space - but it's mostly because Loki is there with him. He goes for the fridge, keeping up the conversation while he goes through the motions.]
What, more fancy parties or something? [An offhand question as he adds some cream to the mug.] A nice dinner at a super ritzy place? [He's just rattling off random ideas, entirely unaware.]
[ Loki raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He knew he was weird. An antisocial being who needed people. The worst. It just meant he ran real hot and cold. Don luckily hasn't really seen him go cold on anyone yet. There is a reason Kate handles a lot of what he's supposed to do. ]
Sadly, yes. Something Thor does love to exploit. [ Shaking his head despite the easing pain. As he watches Don move around the space. It's nice to see him comfortable already. ] That my friend, I learned in college, trust it is not a lesson easily forgotten.
[ Arching a brow before a playful grin. ] You say that like it is a bad thing, you're not that old, Don. And you do have an eye for it, you may just not believe it yet. You pick complimentary colors to put together, just like the bouquets you make. Fashion may be stupid, but some rules stay the same. You look very nice, and that is not me fluffing your ego.
[ He thinks Don looks dashing, but he also enjoys Don in his new balances. ] I am going to remind you of this tomorrow. We will see who was right.
[ Loki knows this crowd, he doesn't count them as friends, but he knows some of the women have the same taste in men that he does. ] Either would be fun, get you out of your element.
[ It went over his head so for once he didn't get embarrassed. ]
I'm sure Thor could drink anyone under the table. [Just look at him! Don doesn't know the first thing, but given the context clue Loki just shared... He's the kind of guy who can definitely hold his alcohol. Like Don used to.]
I never said fashion was stupid! [He sounds hurt by this. Just a little.] I think it's cool. Not really my thing, but it feels great to look good once in a while. Wear something nice and classy.
[Just like Loki. He's always wearing something nice. Maybe this was an attempt to one-up him or at least be on his level for once? The way Don scoured through the back of his closet for something that still fit and looked decent on him after the last few years of polos and boring button-downs and cargo pants.]
Mm, I dunno. [A shrug as he tries his modified coffee. Much better. He leans against the counter as he sips away, trying not to laugh. And blush. Loki really thinks he'll be that much of a hit at the party? Alright...] Remind me tomorrow, yeah. [Famous last words.]
I'd be open to both. It's been such a long time since I've actually gone anywhere.
Oh, he can. I've seen it more than once. He's very proud of that one. [ Loki had a feeling that Thor was going to pull the 'keep up with me, brother' at the reception. There is a reason hes taking off the day after already. While he'll be fucked up, Thor will be fine. ]
I didn't mean you did, my apologies, I've never been a fan of fast fashion, I should say. Give me the classics and I am happy. [ He motioned to his suit and then to Don. That hurt sound Don's voice had hurt more than the easing hangover. He had to fix it.] And classy. Much better than some of the things my sister has emailed me.
[ Don looked amazing, it was part of why he was okay to give the compliments. Look at him. Beautiful.
Nudging Don's shoulder with his. ] Oh, I will be, shall we make a bet of it?
[ Loki NO. ] Then, my friend, you have given me a fun challenge. We will get you out of the house and the shop more and have fun. Just us, or with the boys, either way is fine.
[Thor definitely seems the type! Don just laughs at the idea. The way he carries on after a victory on the football field - yeah, he's the party guy. Might as well enjoy it while he can.]
What makes fashion... fast? [Don is clueless. He's never heard of the term before, and it's probably a stupid question to ask - but he asks it anyway.] Your sister, yeah - [He gestures towards Loki with his mug.] - you mentioned she's a designer. Not your cup of tea?
[He's still blushing, attempting to hide the fact. A frown making an appearance.] A gentlemen's bet, I hope. [Because he'll probably lose and he isn't exactly made of money. Or in the mood to do something embarrassing.
The idea of going out more softens him up a little, gets him to stop worrying about potential cougars pouncing him at the party later on. He has friends, sure, but they're all so busy with their families and their kids - just like he is - and no one can spare the extra time to just... exist. Have fun. Do whatever. It's not like it used to be. (And the last thing Don wants to think is that losing Rosie has something to do with everyone's... removed behavior over time).]
Really? You'd do that? [Be seen with him? That's what he almost asks.]
[ In time, Don will come to know. Rosie had probably only ever seen Thor once or twice. When he'd blow on the horn to hurry Loki up or walk in and pull his brother out with a wide grin. At least before the big blow up. ]
Fast fashion is when they take the latest trends and mass produce them even without much interest for them. It wastes a lot of resources and hurts the environment. And before you say it, yes, I know my car hurts it too, but not as much as a landfill full of Gucci shirts. [ Loki explained, clearly an argument he had had before. Yet he sounded amused as he alternated drinks between his water and coffee. Clearly the painkillers or water was helping. He seemed amused all the same. ] Oh, not at all, we get on alright, but we are practically strangers. I know my brother-in-law better than her, all she cares about is her job.
[ All three of the Odinson siblings were career focused, Loki just didn't rant about work outside of work, unless his father pissed him off. ] Of course, a gentlemen's bet. I can't always con you into feeding me, Don. You might think I was using you for your cooking.
[ A playful response as he pushed a lock of his hair back into place. The cougars would be waiting, but, were they really cougars to Don? He may be their age or older. Either way, Loki was looking forward to seeing how tonight goes.
The sound of the boys chatting and playing with Fenrir got louder as the puppy was leading them upstairs, in the corner of the dinning room attached was a basket full of the dogs toys. ] If you play with the ball, take it in the backyard.
[ That was the only rule he gave. He had far too much glass for that. But fen loved his tennis balls and playing fetch. A deck was beside the counter where Don and Loki were leaning that they could use to get to the back yard if they didn't run back downstairs.
Looking back to Don he nodded.]
As I was saying, absolutely, Don, I would love that.
'mnot sayin' a word! [Don laughs over the lip of his mug, taking sips while he listens to his lesson. See - this is good. Casual conversation. And yes, he does spy Loki hydrating like he's supposed to. All is well.] Eh - some people are married to their work. It happens. [A rather pointed look in Loki's direction. Sure he doesn't talk about work much... but there are signs. As if Don could get away with it either. He's the one running his own business solo...
Maybe they're both guilty of working too much.]
But what if I like feeding you? [A slight frown.] Don't exactly get any sorta feedback from my kids. They just eat or don't. Kinda thankless once I think about it. [He feigns thinking, leaning back against the counter, looking up towards the ceiling.] ...Yeah they'd rather just have pizza every meal. Zero appreciation for a good filet mignon prepared just right.
[He grins a bit at that, turning away to top off his mug with a bit more coffee from the pot. It's still pretty warm. Good enough.
But then there's the commotion from nearby and he adds to Loki's announcement:] Yeah guys. Go on outside. This ain't your house. We're company here.
[Kevin and Sean are so quick to do as they're told, saying thanks as they rush on by with the dog on their heels. Don rolls his eyes a bit, but ends up laughing anyway as they head out onto the deck. His gaze lingering on the door and the playful scene.]
They love him so much. [His expression softens, and then he turns back to rejoin the conversation.] Okay. It's a plan, then. We can do that.
Mmhm. [ He doesn't believe Don, but the comeback is playful. Maybe if he had Don around in the mornings, his minions would not think he was the devil at work. Arching a brow at the look Don gave him and that comment. ] Pot meets Kettle, much?
[ Loki KNOWS Don works too hard. Another drink of his water before he offered a smile Don's way. ] How can I say no to that? They might not appreciate that, but I certainly do. One day they will learn what they are missing, for now, I am happy to offer feedback.
[ Which was, usually, just reaching for more of something. As skinny as he is, he eats a lot. ] I'm not that picky, I just don't want the glass broken. Might be nice to have a bit of a mess here. [ He wants his home to feel lived in. Don's house has the most inviting feeling. Probably Rosie's touch, but Don gets credit. ] They do, and I for one am happy for it. They have the energy to keep up with him.
[ Loki wasn't low energy at all, but those boys? They have energy to spare. ] I will send you more information when I gather some. For now, I offered to show you around, but this is mostly it. Though, I could show you upstairs if you want? Lovely view up there.
[Okay, okay. It was a low blow and he knows it. The workaholics are in the kitchen right now aren't they? Don just grins.]
Great! You're also signing up to be my guinea pig by the way. Because I wanna try some new stuff in the new year. Been checking out a lot of cooking sites lately.
[He rolls his eyes at the glass comment.] And I don't want them to break any glass - believe me. I deal with enough of that at home. You don't need them comin' in here like a coupla tornadoes. It's rude. They should know better.
[But yeah. At least Fenrir loves them, and they love Fenrir. And their growing friendship is more than adorable to witness in real time. Maybe he was being a jerk not letting his kids have their own dog when they asked...]
Sure, yeah. Whatever you want. Lemme just - [He holds up his mug, then takes a final sip before leaving it behind on the counter. Near a rather familiar-looking box. He's surprised he didn't notice it before - the tea box he had given Loki for Christmas. It makes him smile, but he says nothing. Just follows his friend wherever he leads.]
Don, the day I say no to your cooking, I will give you my doctor's number. Call and have me committed. [ He teased playfully. Yeah, he's feeling better. And no, he wasn't actually giving Don his doctor's number. Not when he's sure his doctor and Don know each other, absolutely not.
Shaking his head he kept his cup as he pushed off the counter. He didn't expect Don to put his down either. But the tea was there, he had found a place for it the moment he got home. Leading them through the kitchen to the dining room. Heavy drapes hid the large windows, the space rather dark compared to the rest. ] This was orginally the sitting room, but as you saw, I have that downstairs, more space, and easier for Fenrir to run as he wishes.
[ Loki didn't want Don to think he thought the boys would break anything so he just let that go. He knew how he was as a boy and that was enough.] Up these stairs is the third floor. Come along, the laundry is up here in case you end up needing it. Fenrir can get quite muddy and likes to jump.
[ Don clearly knew that by now, Fenrir had a habit for finding mud. The steps were black with dark wood.
This stairwell seemed to be the only place with photographs instead of art or Thors jersey. A few pictures on the wall leading up. The first one, is clearly him and Frigga at his college graduation. She was in a stunning gold dress, kissing his cheek. His hair short with his natural dark wild curls. A few feet higher, was him and Thor, teenagers and blond haired and tanned, a beach trip. Arms throw over each other's shoulders grinning, looking mischievous as hell.
Further up is a selfie, Loki with his hair about shoulder-length, wavy, and blond. Loki was clearly much younger, leaning his head against Rosie smiling up at the camera. She looked happy too, clearly having just laughed at something. In the fourth and final picture at the top of the stairs, he was standing with Thor, Frigga kneeled between them wearing a floral sundress. Both looked between ten and twelve. Loki's short dark hair contrasting with Frigga and Thor's blond. Both boys in matching suits with a school emblem on them, Frigga looking proud as she held her sons. Thor looked excited, while Loki looked subdued.
Reaching the top of the steps he stepped aside waiting for Don. Taking a drink of his coffee, a door behind him, which was the mentioned laundry room. Another sign of life? There was a sock stuck under the door where Loki had kicked it closed earlier. Two other doors could be seen right away at the top of the stairs. One open, dark green paint visable, and another the door closed. ]
[What a compliment! It makes Don smile and turn away slightly to try and hide it, but there's no way to distract from just how bright it is. Total sunshine. He knows his cooking is alright, and the fact that Loki never turns it down... it brings him joy, makes him want to get better and try new things. Motivation in its purest form.
As Loki shows him around the house, he notices just how spacious it is. Nothing seems cramped in the slightest, probably from how neat and tidy everything's kept. Makes sense since Loki's the only person who lives here.
He stays close, only straying once they climb the stairs to the third floor. He stops to look at the pictures lining the walls, stops to look at the photo Loki's kept of himself and his wife. He'd never seen it before, and it brings a sad-looking smile to his face. There are still so many photos of her around the Marcus house - he can still feel her presence there despite it all. But he didn't expect to see her here. It's nice a surprise, and it also makes his heart ache.
He's lagged behind. He doesn't realize it at first, then hurries the rest of the way up the stairs as Loki waits for him on the landing, and he mumbles an apology. Then he tries covering everything up with a few compliments about how nice his house is.]
[ It was a shame Loki had looked away and missed that smile, it would have been perfect to add to the collection of Don smiles that warm him when he's sad or alone. Don's cooking and friendship were worth more than all the money in the world to him. He would always encourage whatever makes Don happy, the man is sunshine, he deserves all the happiness he can have despite the loss of Rosie.
Loki's house is spacious and neat, but it's not what he enjoys, it is only this way for the rare company he keeps. The den had been busy the day before Don and the boys arrived, but Loki straightened it up. There are small signs on the first and third floor of life, not much on the second.
Loki realized when it took Don a moment what he was lingering for. He was holding his coffee cup as Don finally hurried up. Placing a hand on his shoulder, with a gentle squeeze. Don didn't have to say a word, Loki knew. She held the space of best friend before Don. At least to Loki. ] No need to apologize, I have a few others somewhere around here.
[ As soon as he says it, his mind fills in, probably on his laptop, who knows where his photo album is. ] Oh, yes, this door behind me is the laundry. [ He forgot to clean that up, which is why that sock is under the door. He'll handle that later, motioning to the cracked open door.] This one is my room.
[ He nudged it open but didn't walk in. The bed was unmaid, and two different shirts on hangers were still laid at the end of the bed. Embaressing for him, but this was Don, so it didn't sting that bad. ] And if you would like, Jor is right in here, I can let you in, I trust you not to look at the papers on my desk.
[ The door across the hall was where he was motioning now. He expected a no, but still, he had to offer if only to see how Don reacted to his sweet boy.]
It’s nice. That you have photos of her. [Don’s smile turns into more of a forced one. He’s trying to get rid of that sad sack look on his face he knows is there.
The hand on his shoulder is helping immensely. But there’s also the slightest tightness in his chest? A bit of a flutter? He must be tired or something. Maybe the caffeine’s a bit too much.]
Laundry, got it. [Making a mental note in case of emergency. Always a good thing to know where the machines are.
He peeks around Loki’s shoulder, not wanting to overstep too much. It’s a decent enough view with the door only being partially open. There’s barely enough room for the both of them on the landing to begin with - he doesn’t want to crowd.]
Now that’s a room fit for a king. How’s the mattress? You got one of those really fancy ones? [Probably. Don’s asking just to ask, to fill the void. Plus the space looks incredibly cozy.
He freezes up at the mention of the snake, copying Loki’s gesture towards the other door with one of his own.]
In there? He’s… contained, right? [JUST CHECKING, OKAY? He can handle snakes if they’re not out and about.
It helps me to remember her, she was one of my finest friends. [ Loki admitted, most didn't get it, many assumed the worst of his friendship with the married woman, but she was special, and he would do anything to help keep her memory alive. ]
Yes, I have no idea why they put the machines there, makes no sense, but it was how it has always been. [ He explained, a little amused by the oddities of his home more than not. Looking over at the cracked door, nudging it open more with one of those long legs of his, letting Don see more. ] Pardon the mess, but I can not complain. As for the type, I do not know. Like most of my furniture, my mother bought it. She had a field day decorating before I had the chance to even settle in.
[ Loki spoke it like it didn't bother him, but Don probably could tell by the look in his eye. So much of his mothers touch all over his home, and yet, he didn't change it.
Moving around Don as he let go of his shoulder, to open the office door, it gave a little more room for them. ] Yes, Don, he is in his vivarium, he can't be free, Fenrir would be a danger to him.
[ Loki explained as he stepped inside the office. It had the same dark green paint that his bedroom had. The two rooms complimenting one another. The office was smaller though, the desk an old style wooden desk that had beautiful carvings along it, a tall chair behind it facing the open windows. His laptop open and desk covered with papers. True signs of life in here. Across from the desk was a converted curio cabinet. ]
Come, you don't have to touch him, and I will leave him inside, but this is Jormungandr. [ Most might expect Loki to have a terrifying snake, but no, the creature inside the tank peered out from his hiding place, ignoring Don to look at his owner. ] Don't give me those eyes, sir. I feed you yesterday. [ Looking to Don, Loki smiled. ] I promise he is well-behaved.
[Don gets it. He didn't at first, but he does now. It's never bothered him, never been an issue. He's just glad someone else cared about her as much as he did - as much as he still does, really, even after her being gone so long.]
...You call this a mess? Sheesh. [A playful jab accompanied by an even more playful smile.] I don't mind it at all.
[He shrugs.] Hey - as long as it's comfy. [He may or may not be in the market for a new one himself. Pesky back. Annoying hip. He's getting too old for this...]
She's got a good eye. All this really suits you.
[He lets Loki step into the office first, staying out on the landing for a few moments. Hesitant. Like - he really doesn't want to go in there. But he does - eventually, casting a wary eye over towards said vivarium.
Don jumps as soon as he notices the snake peeking out. Nope - no thank you. Just gonna stay back here, far and away (yet still in the room).]
[ Even with his crush on Don, Loki had no intention of ever forgetting Rosie. She was wonderful and deserved the world.
The playful jab gets Don a look. It's just as playful. ] Come now, the clothes on the bed? It will ruin the image you have of me.
[ Teasing, mostly, Don didn't need to know he had tried on more than one suit today to make sure he looked stunning for the man. ] It is, next time I change the sheets I will send you the name if you wish.
[ Part of him wanted to offer to let Don try it, but that would just fuel him with more images than he could really ask for. He has considered Don in his bed more than once. ] Do you think so? I feel like it is rather… stiff? I don't know how to describe it.
[ Loki can tell Don is nervous when he enters, stepping closer, a hand rested on Don's lower back in an attempt at comfort. ] He is, but he is also harmless. He has a kind temperament, and mostly loves his heat lamp and watching television. Again, the boys don't need to know he's here, and I understand if he frightens you. I just wanted to have you meet the second of my beloved pets.
Oh no not the clothes on the bed. [That makes him laugh. Good job, Lokes.]
It's no rush. Just - whenever. Got a few other things I need to take care of around the house before I can splurge on a present for myself. [That's what happens when you're a single father of two.]
...Cold and distant? [Don offers, along with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.] Usually people don't go for dark colors since they make rooms seem smaller but... green's your fave so it suits you. [He doesn't know how to elaborate more than that unfortunately.]
And the furniture's quite ornate and regal? Also suits you. [He's trying here. Rosie was the one with the eye for style. Everything Don knows he learned from her. Loki has money, enjoys the more high-end things. That much he's gathered. So it only makes sense his home matches those sensibilities, even if his mother was the one who insisted on decorating the place.]
He's... cute? [Possibly? Don isn't sure how to respond in a way that doesn't reflect his general distaste of snakes. He jolts slightly at the initial touch of Loki's hand, but he doesn't shy away. He just takes a deep breath, lets it out, settles. He's fine.
Don dares to take a step forward, and he's craning his neck to get a better look at the creature while keeping a respectable distance.]
[ That laugh? Totally worth it, even if Loki arches a brow and plays offended for a split second before his grin returns. ]
Absolutely understandable, but I will still handle that next time, lest I forget. [ He was only forgetful with the trivial things like that.
Jormundur just being a sweet lad lifts his head and yawns. He has no huge fangs or anything, but Loki knows this is usually when people scream. His hand still on the small of Don's back.] Why thank you, I am quite proud of him. It seems, though, that he is tired today. We can let him rest more.
[ Loki spoke at the yawn, as the snake lowered his head back down on his warm rock. As Loki looked around his pace taking in what Don had noticed about his phone, waiting for Don to move, he'd move his hand off his back when Don moved for the door. ] I do think you hit the nail on the head, it is rather cold, not nearly as bad as the family home, but still, detached.
As for the green, I insisted. She wanted a lighter green, but I put my foot down. This is a lovely shade. [ No denying it's his favorite. It is. ] I suppose when we get downstairs, we should look into making sure we are prepared before we call the Uber.
[Don doesn't scream. There's the slightest flinch when Jor opens up his mouth, but that's it. Consider this a rather successful first meeting.]
Hope you get your beauty rest, lil' bud. [He says this with a smile - a rather reluctant one, but it still counts dammit.
The quicker Don is out of the room the sooner he can get back to breathing. So he wastes zero time scooting to the door.]
It's a nice green. Perfect for winter. Makes you wanna curl up under a ton of blankets in that fancy bed of yours. [Wait! A thought.] No wonder you picked it.
[He's all smiles, thoroughly distracted from the snake. Thank goodness.]
Is it time already? Sure does fly when you're having fun.
[ The fact that Don didn't scream, had a softer look crossing Loki's face. He knew Don was scared of snakes. The man didn't have to tell him for Loki to piece it together, but to be fearful but still so kind to his little Jormungandr meant the world to Loki. ]
I am certain he will, he must rest for his midday snooze.
[ A reference to an old show he watched as a kid while in boarding school, but he didn't expect Don to know Red Dwarf. Closing the door behind them, as he followed Don back onto the landing. ] I can't lie, I do love doing that. That is part of why my game systems are downstairs. Lest I stay in bed all day Sunday.
[ A playful tease, while he tried not to picture himself snuggled with Don under the large weighted blanket. ]
We have about a half hour before we have to leave, but we need time for the driver to get here and to get Fenrir settled. Though, I agree, this and tonight will fly by.
Midday snooze, huh? This guy's got it made. [Don doesn't get the reference, but just the idea of being able to nap at some point during the day... Yeah that sounds real amazing to him.]
True yeah. [He nods a bit, then takes it upon himself to start heading down the stairs first. Talking as he goes, a hop in his step along the way.] I gotta motivate myself to get outta bed on Sundays too. Usually the boys let me sleep in a little. They can handle breakfast themselves now that they're old enough.
[Once he hits the kitchen, he goes for a refill of his coffee.]
That sounds like too much fun once you put it that way... [He laughs a little, slipping some sugar into his mug and giving it a stir. Imagine - having fun. He hasn't done that in a while. But he's been getting to that point. It seems like he's always having at least some sort of fun when he's with Loki.]
Of course, he does, I aim to spoil everything that is mine. [ Maybe not the best words to use when he is taking Don and his kids to a high-end party just so they get a nice view of the ball drop, but it was true. Almost making a mental note to show Don Red Dwarf next time he spends a night on Don's couch. ]
I knew you would understand. [ Loki replies as he walks with Don down the steps even if he doesn't need too. ] That is very sweet of them, I am glad to hear you get some kind of break now and then. You certainly deserve it with all you do.
[ When Don refills his coffee, Loki finishes his and rinses the cup before its put in the dishwasher that blends into the cabinets. Taking out his phone he looked over the app, before slipping his phone away. A grin offered Don's way before he went to the back door to whistle for Fenrir, the boys following the dog as Loki lead him over to his big dog bed and kneeled to give him some love. Letting Don know when the driver would arrive.
Loki worked on calming Fenrir, Gwen already knew she had to come around ten and give the puppy a sedative since the fireworks would frighten him while home alone. Luckily, she didn't mind. By the time the driver arrived, Loki was heading back down the steps to meet them. Clearly going out the door he had led them into. His hair freshly styled and a different pair of shoes on. Once they were out, the car was waiting and Loki locked up behind them. It was only a block or two to the train station, but it was cold and worth it to be driven there.
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[ Okay, he parties a bit on Fridays, usually just to try to find someone to enjoy for a few hours, but rarely with being out until dawn when he knew he had plans. Opening the fridge he pulled a bottle of water out. Don was right. ] Good point, I will work on that. Oh, and if you want cream or such, the cream is in the fridge, sugar cubes next to the coffee maker.
[ Loki looked Don over a second, before something clicked. ] Those aren't your normal shoes.
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You? A party animal? I woulda never guessed. [He's only half-kidding about that. Because yes there are some signs... but Loki doesn't seem like the extroverted type. Not from what he's seen. Then again, the time they have together isn't spent doing the most exciting things. They indulge in rather passive activities - cooking, gossiping, having a few beers to unwind. Personally? Don enjoys that. And he thought Loki did too.]
Good, good. [He gestures towards the water bottle, then ends up pointing right at Loki before making his way to grab a cup of coffee.] We need you in decent shape for tonight.
[And he stops mid-step at the comment on his shoes.]
Hm, what? [Don glances down, then laughs a bit.] Oh - these old things? [He sticks a leg out to better show off the shoe.] Barely get to wear 'em. I figured this was the perfect occasion. [A pause. Suddenly worried about his ensemble.] Do they look alright with this?
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Not even close. [ He couldn't help the amusement in his tone. Loki wasn't the extrovert of the family, no. But, he had needs, and it was an easy enough way. Show up, look pretty, sweet talk someone into the back of a cab and leave before dawn. Days at Don's were so much better. He felt he could breathe and enjoy life. ] I don't even like most people.
[ Yes, Don is special. ] Once the painkillers kick in, I will be right as rain. I am not blessed with my family's tolerance. [ An angry voice in his head whispering he's not their family.
Luckily, Don distracted him from that train of self loathing. Blinking a bit, taking a drink of the water before looking Don over. Feeling he had permission. He was such a lovely man. How was he still single? ] I was playing, Don. You look fantastic, you will certainly have many eyes on you tonight.
[ Says the man in the pretty blue suit. Don looked better in his eyes, he put in effort yes, but he was always beautiful. ] I will find more reasons for you to wear them.
[ Oh no. ]
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A real lightweight, huh? [He smiles.] I'd say you're better off that way. Too much booze isn't the best idea sometimes.
[In his older age he's learned this the hard way.]
I am aware I clean up pretty well for an old man. [He laughs, helping himself to a mug and picking up the coffee pot to pour some.] Don't exactly got an eye for fashion though. [Hence the uncertainty about the shoes with this ensemble. He used to have Rosie's when it came to nicer outfits. Now he just holds onto the things she told him and commented on when she was still here.]
Oh yeah, they're just gonna fawn over me. [A playful eyeroll as the pot is set back down. No cream or sugar - he takes the first sip as is to gauge if it needs anything.] I'll hafta fight 'em all off with a stick.
[Hmmm. No, it needs cream. He's already feeling rather comfortable in the new space - but it's mostly because Loki is there with him. He goes for the fridge, keeping up the conversation while he goes through the motions.]
What, more fancy parties or something? [An offhand question as he adds some cream to the mug.] A nice dinner at a super ritzy place? [He's just rattling off random ideas, entirely unaware.]
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Sadly, yes. Something Thor does love to exploit. [ Shaking his head despite the easing pain. As he watches Don move around the space. It's nice to see him comfortable already. ] That my friend, I learned in college, trust it is not a lesson easily forgotten.
[ Arching a brow before a playful grin. ] You say that like it is a bad thing, you're not that old, Don. And you do have an eye for it, you may just not believe it yet. You pick complimentary colors to put together, just like the bouquets you make. Fashion may be stupid, but some rules stay the same. You look very nice, and that is not me fluffing your ego.
[ He thinks Don looks dashing, but he also enjoys Don in his new balances. ] I am going to remind you of this tomorrow. We will see who was right.
[ Loki knows this crowd, he doesn't count them as friends, but he knows some of the women have the same taste in men that he does. ] Either would be fun, get you out of your element.
[ It went over his head so for once he didn't get embarrassed. ]
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I never said fashion was stupid! [He sounds hurt by this. Just a little.] I think it's cool. Not really my thing, but it feels great to look good once in a while. Wear something nice and classy.
[Just like Loki. He's always wearing something nice. Maybe this was an attempt to one-up him or at least be on his level for once? The way Don scoured through the back of his closet for something that still fit and looked decent on him after the last few years of polos and boring button-downs and cargo pants.]
Mm, I dunno. [A shrug as he tries his modified coffee. Much better. He leans against the counter as he sips away, trying not to laugh. And blush. Loki really thinks he'll be that much of a hit at the party? Alright...] Remind me tomorrow, yeah. [Famous last words.]
I'd be open to both. It's been such a long time since I've actually gone anywhere.
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I didn't mean you did, my apologies, I've never been a fan of fast fashion, I should say. Give me the classics and I am happy. [ He motioned to his suit and then to Don. That hurt sound Don's voice had hurt more than the easing hangover. He had to fix it.] And classy. Much better than some of the things my sister has emailed me.
[ Don looked amazing, it was part of why he was okay to give the compliments. Look at him. Beautiful.
Nudging Don's shoulder with his. ] Oh, I will be, shall we make a bet of it?
[ Loki NO. ] Then, my friend, you have given me a fun challenge. We will get you out of the house and the shop more and have fun. Just us, or with the boys, either way is fine.
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What makes fashion... fast? [Don is clueless. He's never heard of the term before, and it's probably a stupid question to ask - but he asks it anyway.] Your sister, yeah - [He gestures towards Loki with his mug.] - you mentioned she's a designer. Not your cup of tea?
[He's still blushing, attempting to hide the fact. A frown making an appearance.] A gentlemen's bet, I hope. [Because he'll probably lose and he isn't exactly made of money. Or in the mood to do something embarrassing.
The idea of going out more softens him up a little, gets him to stop worrying about potential cougars pouncing him at the party later on. He has friends, sure, but they're all so busy with their families and their kids - just like he is - and no one can spare the extra time to just... exist. Have fun. Do whatever. It's not like it used to be. (And the last thing Don wants to think is that losing Rosie has something to do with everyone's... removed behavior over time).]
Really? You'd do that? [Be seen with him? That's what he almost asks.]
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Fast fashion is when they take the latest trends and mass produce them even without much interest for them. It wastes a lot of resources and hurts the environment. And before you say it, yes, I know my car hurts it too, but not as much as a landfill full of Gucci shirts. [ Loki explained, clearly an argument he had had before. Yet he sounded amused as he alternated drinks between his water and coffee. Clearly the painkillers or water was helping. He seemed amused all the same. ] Oh, not at all, we get on alright, but we are practically strangers. I know my brother-in-law better than her, all she cares about is her job.
[ All three of the Odinson siblings were career focused, Loki just didn't rant about work outside of work, unless his father pissed him off. ] Of course, a gentlemen's bet. I can't always con you into feeding me, Don. You might think I was using you for your cooking.
[ A playful response as he pushed a lock of his hair back into place. The cougars would be waiting, but, were they really cougars to Don? He may be their age or older. Either way, Loki was looking forward to seeing how tonight goes.
The sound of the boys chatting and playing with Fenrir got louder as the puppy was leading them upstairs, in the corner of the dinning room attached was a basket full of the dogs toys. ] If you play with the ball, take it in the backyard.
[ That was the only rule he gave. He had far too much glass for that. But fen loved his tennis balls and playing fetch. A deck was beside the counter where Don and Loki were leaning that they could use to get to the back yard if they didn't run back downstairs.
Looking back to Don he nodded.]
As I was saying, absolutely, Don, I would love that.
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Maybe they're both guilty of working too much.]
But what if I like feeding you? [A slight frown.] Don't exactly get any sorta feedback from my kids. They just eat or don't. Kinda thankless once I think about it. [He feigns thinking, leaning back against the counter, looking up towards the ceiling.] ...Yeah they'd rather just have pizza every meal. Zero appreciation for a good filet mignon prepared just right.
[He grins a bit at that, turning away to top off his mug with a bit more coffee from the pot. It's still pretty warm. Good enough.
But then there's the commotion from nearby and he adds to Loki's announcement:] Yeah guys. Go on outside. This ain't your house. We're company here.
[Kevin and Sean are so quick to do as they're told, saying thanks as they rush on by with the dog on their heels. Don rolls his eyes a bit, but ends up laughing anyway as they head out onto the deck. His gaze lingering on the door and the playful scene.]
They love him so much. [His expression softens, and then he turns back to rejoin the conversation.] Okay. It's a plan, then. We can do that.
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[ Loki KNOWS Don works too hard. Another drink of his water before he offered a smile Don's way. ] How can I say no to that? They might not appreciate that, but I certainly do. One day they will learn what they are missing, for now, I am happy to offer feedback.
[ Which was, usually, just reaching for more of something. As skinny as he is, he eats a lot. ] I'm not that picky, I just don't want the glass broken. Might be nice to have a bit of a mess here. [ He wants his home to feel lived in. Don's house has the most inviting feeling. Probably Rosie's touch, but Don gets credit. ] They do, and I for one am happy for it. They have the energy to keep up with him.
[ Loki wasn't low energy at all, but those boys? They have energy to spare. ] I will send you more information when I gather some. For now, I offered to show you around, but this is mostly it. Though, I could show you upstairs if you want? Lovely view up there.
[ AND JOR.]
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Great! You're also signing up to be my guinea pig by the way. Because I wanna try some new stuff in the new year. Been checking out a lot of cooking sites lately.
[He rolls his eyes at the glass comment.] And I don't want them to break any glass - believe me. I deal with enough of that at home. You don't need them comin' in here like a coupla tornadoes. It's rude. They should know better.
[But yeah. At least Fenrir loves them, and they love Fenrir. And their growing friendship is more than adorable to witness in real time. Maybe he was being a jerk not letting his kids have their own dog when they asked...]
Sure, yeah. Whatever you want. Lemme just - [He holds up his mug, then takes a final sip before leaving it behind on the counter. Near a rather familiar-looking box. He's surprised he didn't notice it before - the tea box he had given Loki for Christmas. It makes him smile, but he says nothing. Just follows his friend wherever he leads.]
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Shaking his head he kept his cup as he pushed off the counter. He didn't expect Don to put his down either. But the tea was there, he had found a place for it the moment he got home. Leading them through the kitchen to the dining room. Heavy drapes hid the large windows, the space rather dark compared to the rest. ] This was orginally the sitting room, but as you saw, I have that downstairs, more space, and easier for Fenrir to run as he wishes.
[ Loki didn't want Don to think he thought the boys would break anything so he just let that go. He knew how he was as a boy and that was enough.] Up these stairs is the third floor. Come along, the laundry is up here in case you end up needing it. Fenrir can get quite muddy and likes to jump.
[ Don clearly knew that by now, Fenrir had a habit for finding mud. The steps were black with dark wood.
This stairwell seemed to be the only place with photographs instead of art or Thors jersey. A few pictures on the wall leading up. The first one, is clearly him and Frigga at his college graduation. She was in a stunning gold dress, kissing his cheek. His hair short with his natural dark wild curls. A few feet higher, was him and Thor, teenagers and blond haired and tanned, a beach trip. Arms throw over each other's shoulders grinning, looking mischievous as hell.
Further up is a selfie, Loki with his hair about shoulder-length, wavy, and blond. Loki was clearly much younger, leaning his head against Rosie smiling up at the camera. She looked happy too, clearly having just laughed at something. In the fourth and final picture at the top of the stairs, he was standing with Thor, Frigga kneeled between them wearing a floral sundress. Both looked between ten and twelve. Loki's short dark hair contrasting with Frigga and Thor's blond. Both boys in matching suits with a school emblem on them, Frigga looking proud as she held her sons. Thor looked excited, while Loki looked subdued.
Reaching the top of the steps he stepped aside waiting for Don. Taking a drink of his coffee, a door behind him, which was the mentioned laundry room. Another sign of life? There was a sock stuck under the door where Loki had kicked it closed earlier. Two other doors could be seen right away at the top of the stairs. One open, dark green paint visable, and another the door closed. ]
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As Loki shows him around the house, he notices just how spacious it is. Nothing seems cramped in the slightest, probably from how neat and tidy everything's kept. Makes sense since Loki's the only person who lives here.
He stays close, only straying once they climb the stairs to the third floor. He stops to look at the pictures lining the walls, stops to look at the photo Loki's kept of himself and his wife. He'd never seen it before, and it brings a sad-looking smile to his face. There are still so many photos of her around the Marcus house - he can still feel her presence there despite it all. But he didn't expect to see her here. It's nice a surprise, and it also makes his heart ache.
He's lagged behind. He doesn't realize it at first, then hurries the rest of the way up the stairs as Loki waits for him on the landing, and he mumbles an apology. Then he tries covering everything up with a few compliments about how nice his house is.]
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Loki's house is spacious and neat, but it's not what he enjoys, it is only this way for the rare company he keeps. The den had been busy the day before Don and the boys arrived, but Loki straightened it up. There are small signs on the first and third floor of life, not much on the second.
Loki realized when it took Don a moment what he was lingering for. He was holding his coffee cup as Don finally hurried up. Placing a hand on his shoulder, with a gentle squeeze. Don didn't have to say a word, Loki knew. She held the space of best friend before Don. At least to Loki. ] No need to apologize, I have a few others somewhere around here.
[ As soon as he says it, his mind fills in, probably on his laptop, who knows where his photo album is. ] Oh, yes, this door behind me is the laundry. [ He forgot to clean that up, which is why that sock is under the door. He'll handle that later, motioning to the cracked open door.] This one is my room.
[ He nudged it open but didn't walk in. The bed was unmaid, and two different shirts on hangers were still laid at the end of the bed. Embaressing for him, but this was Don, so it didn't sting that bad. ] And if you would like, Jor is right in here, I can let you in, I trust you not to look at the papers on my desk.
[ The door across the hall was where he was motioning now. He expected a no, but still, he had to offer if only to see how Don reacted to his sweet boy.]
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The hand on his shoulder is helping immensely. But there’s also the slightest tightness in his chest? A bit of a flutter? He must be tired or something. Maybe the caffeine’s a bit too much.]
Laundry, got it. [Making a mental note in case of emergency. Always a good thing to know where the machines are.
He peeks around Loki’s shoulder, not wanting to overstep too much. It’s a decent enough view with the door only being partially open. There’s barely enough room for the both of them on the landing to begin with - he doesn’t want to crowd.]
Now that’s a room fit for a king. How’s the mattress? You got one of those really fancy ones? [Probably. Don’s asking just to ask, to fill the void. Plus the space looks incredibly cozy.
He freezes up at the mention of the snake, copying Loki’s gesture towards the other door with one of his own.]
In there? He’s… contained, right? [JUST CHECKING, OKAY? He can handle snakes if they’re not out and about.
Maybe.
We’ll see.]
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Yes, I have no idea why they put the machines there, makes no sense, but it was how it has always been. [ He explained, a little amused by the oddities of his home more than not. Looking over at the cracked door, nudging it open more with one of those long legs of his, letting Don see more. ] Pardon the mess, but I can not complain. As for the type, I do not know. Like most of my furniture, my mother bought it. She had a field day decorating before I had the chance to even settle in.
[ Loki spoke it like it didn't bother him, but Don probably could tell by the look in his eye. So much of his mothers touch all over his home, and yet, he didn't change it.
Moving around Don as he let go of his shoulder, to open the office door, it gave a little more room for them. ] Yes, Don, he is in his vivarium, he can't be free, Fenrir would be a danger to him.
[ Loki explained as he stepped inside the office. It had the same dark green paint that his bedroom had. The two rooms complimenting one another. The office was smaller though, the desk an old style wooden desk that had beautiful carvings along it, a tall chair behind it facing the open windows. His laptop open and desk covered with papers. True signs of life in here. Across from the desk was a converted curio cabinet. ]
Come, you don't have to touch him, and I will leave him inside, but this is Jormungandr. [ Most might expect Loki to have a terrifying snake, but no, the creature inside the tank peered out from his hiding place, ignoring Don to look at his owner. ] Don't give me those eyes, sir. I feed you yesterday. [ Looking to Don, Loki smiled. ] I promise he is well-behaved.
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...You call this a mess? Sheesh. [A playful jab accompanied by an even more playful smile.] I don't mind it at all.
[He shrugs.] Hey - as long as it's comfy. [He may or may not be in the market for a new one himself. Pesky back. Annoying hip. He's getting too old for this...]
She's got a good eye. All this really suits you.
[He lets Loki step into the office first, staying out on the landing for a few moments. Hesitant. Like - he really doesn't want to go in there. But he does - eventually, casting a wary eye over towards said vivarium.
Don jumps as soon as he notices the snake peeking out. Nope - no thank you. Just gonna stay back here, far and away (yet still in the room).]
He's big.
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The playful jab gets Don a look. It's just as playful. ] Come now, the clothes on the bed? It will ruin the image you have of me.
[ Teasing, mostly, Don didn't need to know he had tried on more than one suit today to make sure he looked stunning for the man. ] It is, next time I change the sheets I will send you the name if you wish.
[ Part of him wanted to offer to let Don try it, but that would just fuel him with more images than he could really ask for. He has considered Don in his bed more than once. ] Do you think so? I feel like it is rather… stiff? I don't know how to describe it.
[ Loki can tell Don is nervous when he enters, stepping closer, a hand rested on Don's lower back in an attempt at comfort. ] He is, but he is also harmless. He has a kind temperament, and mostly loves his heat lamp and watching television. Again, the boys don't need to know he's here, and I understand if he frightens you. I just wanted to have you meet the second of my beloved pets.
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It's no rush. Just - whenever. Got a few other things I need to take care of around the house before I can splurge on a present for myself. [That's what happens when you're a single father of two.]
...Cold and distant? [Don offers, along with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.] Usually people don't go for dark colors since they make rooms seem smaller but... green's your fave so it suits you. [He doesn't know how to elaborate more than that unfortunately.]
And the furniture's quite ornate and regal? Also suits you. [He's trying here. Rosie was the one with the eye for style. Everything Don knows he learned from her. Loki has money, enjoys the more high-end things. That much he's gathered. So it only makes sense his home matches those sensibilities, even if his mother was the one who insisted on decorating the place.]
He's... cute? [Possibly? Don isn't sure how to respond in a way that doesn't reflect his general distaste of snakes. He jolts slightly at the initial touch of Loki's hand, but he doesn't shy away. He just takes a deep breath, lets it out, settles. He's fine.
Don dares to take a step forward, and he's craning his neck to get a better look at the creature while keeping a respectable distance.]
Hey there, little guy.
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Absolutely understandable, but I will still handle that next time, lest I forget. [ He was only forgetful with the trivial things like that.
Jormundur just being a sweet lad lifts his head and yawns. He has no huge fangs or anything, but Loki knows this is usually when people scream. His hand still on the small of Don's back.] Why thank you, I am quite proud of him. It seems, though, that he is tired today. We can let him rest more.
[ Loki spoke at the yawn, as the snake lowered his head back down on his warm rock. As Loki looked around his pace taking in what Don had noticed about his phone, waiting for Don to move, he'd move his hand off his back when Don moved for the door. ] I do think you hit the nail on the head, it is rather cold, not nearly as bad as the family home, but still, detached.
As for the green, I insisted. She wanted a lighter green, but I put my foot down. This is a lovely shade. [ No denying it's his favorite. It is. ] I suppose when we get downstairs, we should look into making sure we are prepared before we call the Uber.
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Hope you get your beauty rest, lil' bud. [He says this with a smile - a rather reluctant one, but it still counts dammit.
The quicker Don is out of the room the sooner he can get back to breathing. So he wastes zero time scooting to the door.]
It's a nice green. Perfect for winter. Makes you wanna curl up under a ton of blankets in that fancy bed of yours. [Wait! A thought.] No wonder you picked it.
[He's all smiles, thoroughly distracted from the snake. Thank goodness.]
Is it time already? Sure does fly when you're having fun.
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I am certain he will, he must rest for his midday snooze.
[ A reference to an old show he watched as a kid while in boarding school, but he didn't expect Don to know Red Dwarf. Closing the door behind them, as he followed Don back onto the landing. ] I can't lie, I do love doing that. That is part of why my game systems are downstairs. Lest I stay in bed all day Sunday.
[ A playful tease, while he tried not to picture himself snuggled with Don under the large weighted blanket. ]
We have about a half hour before we have to leave, but we need time for the driver to get here and to get Fenrir settled. Though, I agree, this and tonight will fly by.
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True yeah. [He nods a bit, then takes it upon himself to start heading down the stairs first. Talking as he goes, a hop in his step along the way.] I gotta motivate myself to get outta bed on Sundays too. Usually the boys let me sleep in a little. They can handle breakfast themselves now that they're old enough.
[Once he hits the kitchen, he goes for a refill of his coffee.]
That sounds like too much fun once you put it that way... [He laughs a little, slipping some sugar into his mug and giving it a stir. Imagine - having fun. He hasn't done that in a while. But he's been getting to that point. It seems like he's always having at least some sort of fun when he's with Loki.]
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I knew you would understand. [ Loki replies as he walks with Don down the steps even if he doesn't need too. ] That is very sweet of them, I am glad to hear you get some kind of break now and then. You certainly deserve it with all you do.
[ When Don refills his coffee, Loki finishes his and rinses the cup before its put in the dishwasher that blends into the cabinets. Taking out his phone he looked over the app, before slipping his phone away. A grin offered Don's way before he went to the back door to whistle for Fenrir, the boys following the dog as Loki lead him over to his big dog bed and kneeled to give him some love. Letting Don know when the driver would arrive.
Loki worked on calming Fenrir, Gwen already knew she had to come around ten and give the puppy a sedative since the fireworks would frighten him while home alone. Luckily, she didn't mind. By the time the driver arrived, Loki was heading back down the steps to meet them. Clearly going out the door he had led them into. His hair freshly styled and a different pair of shoes on. Once they were out, the car was waiting and Loki locked up behind them. It was only a block or two to the train station, but it was cold and worth it to be driven there.
All signs of Loki's hangover were gone.]
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