[Look at that. Not only do they fit nicely in one another's clothes, they fit nicely resting together in an easy, casual manner. That's good to know.
Loki doesn't want to shrug and ruin the comfortable balance, so a head bobble will have to serve.] I did. Snakes love finding me, wherever I go--and I suppose small enough dragons are more or less the same.
[Maybe that was what made this so easy. Maybe there was something itchy under their skin that sensed a kinship, magic calling to magic that felt different but rhyming. Maybe it was all random chaotic luck. All options were comforting.
His own phone is ignored readily enough to settle in and peer down at Lin Lie's instead. There's a crooked grin for the shot of the Undying, but a much brighter one for the tumble of fuzzy little friends.] Do they breathe fire as well?
[ They both seem to be feeling very safe and happy to be around each other. Which could mean nothing. Lin Lie also looks rather amused at the admission that Loki is a snake—and by extension, a dragon—magnet. ]
Is that so? Perhaps that's why we gravitate together, dragon chi and all. [ Just a normal thing to admit out loud, matching the thoughts Loki might be musing about. Everything they have been doing all evening is very average and normal when it comes to spending time with possible friends, right? Right. ]
Alas, no. And it's for the best; pandas are so chaotic that they would probably set the city ablaze in a matter of hours. But we have some small, really cute foxes running around K'un Lun that leave a trail of fire behind them when they run. I haven't managed to take a picture that didn't look blurry; alas, they move so fast.
[ Lin Lie looks fond as he recalls the memory. He's got a thing for little, smart, fuzzy animals; sue him. ]
[Safe isn't nothing. Safe is quite a lot, actually. And safe and happy? They're really getting away with something.
Maybe that sense of relaxation is what prompts Loki to shift again, the arm on Lin Lie's shoulder unfurling slightly to let his fingers brush lazily into the man's hair, gentle and mindless. He'll stop if there's any flinching or unhappy wriggling, but it feels natural enough as an impulse for the moment. Just a snake/dragon thing, maybe.]
Is that where the fire comes from? Running too fast?
[ 'Safe and happy' is a rarity, Lin Lie would agree. But saying it out loud means acknowledging it, and acknowledging it runs the risk of causing it to stop. Right now, he wants the opposite of that, especially when he feels fingers brushing against his hair. It takes all of his willpower not to make a happy sound of acknowledgment that might embarrass them both. Instead, he hums veeeery softly and leans into the touches. No flinching of any sort, that's for sure. ]
I think so. Their tail doesn't seem to be on fire, so it must be related to friction of some sort. Are there any funny animals in Asgard?
[A very soft happy noise works. A slight leaning closer works even better. They can simply not acknowledge it but both enjoy the light lazy brush of Loki's fingers through Lin Lie's hair.]
We have wolves?
[Even Loki doesn't sound entirely convinced that they qualify as "funny." It's just that they're the first animals that come to mind when asked about home. His hand with his phone lifts again, flicking quickly through pictures.]
Father's are a bit silly, sometimes.
[Another moment, and he hits a good patch of nearly horse-sized wolves, one grey and one black, scrambling about at play. True, both wolves seem to have mouths slathered in coppery red gore, by maybe don't focus on that part!]
That's Freki-- [a pause on one cheerful shot, tapping first on the darker wolf before shifting to the paler one --and that's Geri.
[ If Loki keeps that up, Lin Lie might be at risk of melting right next to him. It just feels so good, and he's always weak for hair touches and scalp massages. Forget trying to beat him in a fight; this is his biggest weakness. ]
Ohh, look at those big boys!
[ Yeah, he's going to try and ignore all that blood. Wolves will be wolves; he isn't going to judge them. Lin Lie is just going to appreciate the super-sized doggos. They might not be what one calls fun, but they sure are impressive looking, and Lin Lie is clearly appreciative of the impressive creatures.]
I like them already. Wolves have no business looking so fluffy when you can't really pet them without risking losing a hand. [ HEH. This part of the myth he knows. Then he murmurs under his breath: ] ...forbidden puppies.
[Honestly, that's a pretty good reaction to pictures of Odin's war wolves. Even Asgardians tended to be a bit leery of the fearsome creatures, although Thor and Loki had never been properly afraid of the pair. "Forbidden puppies" is close enough to that.]
Incredibly forbidden. [His fingers still in Lin Lie's hair but don't actually leave, simply resting in the comfortable allowance of being tangled up in one another's space.] They'd smell the battle on you.
[And as well-mannered as the wolves had always been in Asgard, they'd certainly never had to behave themselves in Midgard, particularly around anything that even had the faintest whiff of the battlefield on them.]
There's loads of actual fluffy dogs around here, though, yes?
[ Other people might have a more normal, subdued, or more visible intimidated reaction, because the wolves really are big. But when you are the Iron Fist and you face a giant dragon on the regular, other creatures stop being so frightening. Besides, wolves are just cool in general; who wouldn't adore them? ]
Pity. Not like wrestling a big wolf wouldn't be an incredible way to go, but I don't want to hurt them or get eaten, no. Can you pet them, though? They should be familiar with you.
[ The fingers feel nice where they are. But what feels much nicer? when they're moving and coming through his hair, so Line Lie moves his head back slightly to press against the pads of Loki's fingers to subtly try and prompt him to keep touching his hair more. He's not very good with subtlety, though, so Loki might notice that he's being needy. ]
On earth in general? We are very big on having pets in general. But in my culture, and also in K'un Lun, we tend to like felines more. In Chinese mythology, cats are often associated with good luck and fortune. And they're just so cute too.
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Loki doesn't want to shrug and ruin the comfortable balance, so a head bobble will have to serve.] I did. Snakes love finding me, wherever I go--and I suppose small enough dragons are more or less the same.
[Maybe that was what made this so easy. Maybe there was something itchy under their skin that sensed a kinship, magic calling to magic that felt different but rhyming. Maybe it was all random chaotic luck. All options were comforting.
His own phone is ignored readily enough to settle in and peer down at Lin Lie's instead. There's a crooked grin for the shot of the Undying, but a much brighter one for the tumble of fuzzy little friends.] Do they breathe fire as well?
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Is that so? Perhaps that's why we gravitate together, dragon chi and all. [ Just a normal thing to admit out loud, matching the thoughts Loki might be musing about. Everything they have been doing all evening is very average and normal when it comes to spending time with possible friends, right? Right. ]
Alas, no. And it's for the best; pandas are so chaotic that they would probably set the city ablaze in a matter of hours. But we have some small, really cute foxes running around K'un Lun that leave a trail of fire behind them when they run. I haven't managed to take a picture that didn't look blurry; alas, they move so fast.
[ Lin Lie looks fond as he recalls the memory. He's got a thing for little, smart, fuzzy animals; sue him. ]
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Maybe that sense of relaxation is what prompts Loki to shift again, the arm on Lin Lie's shoulder unfurling slightly to let his fingers brush lazily into the man's hair, gentle and mindless. He'll stop if there's any flinching or unhappy wriggling, but it feels natural enough as an impulse for the moment. Just a snake/dragon thing, maybe.]
Is that where the fire comes from? Running too fast?
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I think so. Their tail doesn't seem to be on fire, so it must be related to friction of some sort. Are there any funny animals in Asgard?
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We have wolves?
[Even Loki doesn't sound entirely convinced that they qualify as "funny." It's just that they're the first animals that come to mind when asked about home. His hand with his phone lifts again, flicking quickly through pictures.]
Father's are a bit silly, sometimes.
[Another moment, and he hits a good patch of nearly horse-sized wolves, one grey and one black, scrambling about at play. True, both wolves seem to have mouths slathered in coppery red gore, by maybe don't focus on that part!]
That's Freki-- [a pause on one cheerful shot, tapping first on the darker wolf before shifting to the paler one --and that's Geri.
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Ohh, look at those big boys!
[ Yeah, he's going to try and ignore all that blood. Wolves will be wolves; he isn't going to judge them. Lin Lie is just going to appreciate the super-sized doggos. They might not be what one calls fun, but they sure are impressive looking, and Lin Lie is clearly appreciative of the impressive creatures.]
I like them already. Wolves have no business looking so fluffy when you can't really pet them without risking losing a hand. [ HEH. This part of the myth he knows. Then he murmurs under his breath: ] ...forbidden puppies.
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Incredibly forbidden. [His fingers still in Lin Lie's hair but don't actually leave, simply resting in the comfortable allowance of being tangled up in one another's space.] They'd smell the battle on you.
[And as well-mannered as the wolves had always been in Asgard, they'd certainly never had to behave themselves in Midgard, particularly around anything that even had the faintest whiff of the battlefield on them.]
There's loads of actual fluffy dogs around here, though, yes?
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normal, subdued, or more visible intimidated reaction, because the wolves really are big. But when you are the Iron Fist and you face a giant dragon on the regular, other creatures stop being so frightening. Besides, wolves are just cool in general; who wouldn't adore them? ]Pity. Not like wrestling a big wolf wouldn't be an incredible way to go, but I don't want to hurt them or get eaten, no. Can you pet them, though? They should be familiar with you.
[ The fingers feel nice where they are. But what feels much nicer? when they're moving and coming through his hair, so Line Lie moves his head back slightly to press against the pads of Loki's fingers to subtly try and prompt him to keep touching his hair more. He's not very good with subtlety, though, so Loki might notice that he's being needy. ]
On earth in general? We are very big on having pets in general. But in my culture, and also in K'un Lun, we tend to like felines more. In Chinese mythology, cats are often associated with good luck and fortune. And they're just so cute too.