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[worstweasley]

Please. This is me at my nicest. When I start conducting live fire drills, then we can talk.

[amenable_lunatic]

ooh, that sounds fun, actually.

[worstweasley]

I assure you, it's not.

Coming?

[shiftedshape]

[It's been...months? He can't think straight enough to do the math. It's not the most comfortable memory to begin with, after all. Regardless, he broke off his arrangement with the Grandmaster quite a while ago, and at the moment that seems like a horrible mistake. He needs that distraction. Needs any distraction, frankly.

When the Grandmaster finally answers his door (after a lot of arrhythmic knocking), Loki's leaning so heavily against the door frame it's not really a mystery just how intoxicated he is. Nor is the reason for his visit a mystery when he shifts his languid body from the door frame to the flat of the Grandmaster's chest, arms looping lazily around his shoulders.]

'sbeen a while, hm? Changed my mind. Fuck me however you like. [He's too far gone to particularly care what they do, so long as the do something and soon.]

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[ It's hard not to light up a little, arms almost instinctually slipping around the other man, to steady the both of them and savor the moment for what it is. Who doesn't appreciate a tall drink of water coming for a fairly amorous visit, really? But the Grandmaster's recent discussions with his Warden are still fresh in his mind. But to his credit, while still jovial, he dives in carefully. ]

Kinda looks like you already started a party without me.

[shiftedshape]

Mm, party is one way to put it.

[But he's not going to dwell on the why of any of this right now. He can barely handle the what. Which is partly why coming to the Grandmaster sounded like such a good idea. Who needs to think about anything when you can just get someone to give you orders?]

Go on. Tell me. What do you want?

[amenable_lunatic]

To save that kind of talk for when you're sober or we're both equally wasted, honestly.

[shiftedshape]

[Loki's brow furrows like he genuinely doesn't understand.]

What? No. Not talking. [A muzzy blink, then a lazy grin.] 'nless you want me to use the Silvertongue? I can do that.

[He can barely stand but that's beside the point.]

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[ The Grandmaster weighs that sober or not, he wouldn't object to passing time with Loki, and given the body language he's got maybe a few minutes before he drops anyway.

This is safe. ]

Can you?

[ He guides him in and shuts the door. ]

[shiftedshape]

[Loki hums cheerfully, leaning into the Grandmaster and allowing himself to be directed inside.]

'course I can. It's what I'm known for. [Sniff.] Among other things.

[He sways as his mind slows down for a moment, then he's beaming again.]

So? Bed? Or should I just get on my knees?

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[ He gives him a few minutes before he drops, so ]

Bed, of course.

[shiftedshape]

[Loki giggles.]

Fun. You know, I haven't slept with anyone else? It's like, you have to see them in the cafeteria the next day and if it's weird or bad you can't leave the planet even, or I guess in your case have them killed?

[He giggles again.]

I guess I must be very good, huh? I knew it.

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[ That gives him a little pause. ]

No one? I expected you had found someone else already.

[shiftedshape]

Nope. And I probably won't, now. [His expression darkens ever so slightly.] Not here.

[He frowns and moves on to tugging clumsily at the Grandmaster's clothes.] Don't want to talk about that.

[amenable_lunatic]

Me neither, really. Would be fun, but I'd rather not throw a party at all if nobody wants to be there.

[shiftedshape]

Party?

[He's clearly not listening, and clearly can't figure out how the Grandmaster's clothes work, which is fine because they've barely made it a few steps inside anyway. Loki huffs, closing his eyes against a wave of dizziness and clinging onto the Grandmaster a little tighter to try and keep his balance.]

Need to sit. [And no, he isn't able to figure that out on his own.]