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assguardians.
assguardians.
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But how did this man see right through him? Through his stoic demeanor, picked at his doubt.
At first, his brows draw together at the look he receives. Endreament - the word passes through his mind, and his own expression shifts to that of confusion, suspicion, irritation all at once. But when he senses, more than sees, the rising hand, his reflex is to cant his head back slightly. Away.
He flinches at the cold touch.
Images. There's a rush of them, of things that look like memories, feel like memories even if they defy all logic -- they're played within his mind. It's an overload, an assault to his senses and he numbly realized why Loki reminded him to breathe --
Because he couldn't. Eyes firmly squeezed shut as his own hand jerks up to the other's, closing around the wrist as he attempt to drag it away from -- to make the rush stop.
But that thought, of wanting the connection to be broken only lasts for a moment. Whilst his grip doesn't fall away, eyes snap open as he forces himself to take in a gasp. Pupils dilate, he stumbles.
What did he just see?
It was just the slightest touch away from being too much. Too much to accept, too much to understand. There was no device, no human who could communicate images like this but --
It was also on the brink of thrilling. If he could show him this, what else could be shown?]
That was -- [ what do you know. You've stumpted him speechless. His response is a stare. There's a spark of doubt, disbelief, awe within it.
He wanted to see more. He needed to understand.
He knows he should turns around and run if this really is the God of Mischief. But he can't. ] What else?
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Loki watches impassively as his memories assult Sherlock, the mortal struggling to handle the impressions filled his senses. He smiles, approving with a hungry grin when the other doesn't break away, but sees.
He lets go and watches patiently as the other stumbles, speechless and in awe. There's a certain high to having that effect, to breaking the barriers of anothers world and there and then he rides the high.]
Yes?
[The smile he gives is all teeth.] You'll have to be more specific, Sherlock Holmes. There is so much out there than you cannot imagine.
How do you feel?
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The rush is -- incredible. Disorienting, numbing, but heightened.
And the high is far greater than anything else he has tried. It could easily become an addiction.
His gaze flares. The moment of hesitation -- he should be cautious, he shouldn't be so brash -- passes quickly. There is a possibility of seeing more.
He is driven by the urge to understand and is almost derailed by the question.]
What -- I'm fine -- [ not like cares much about that - about the daze, his head swimming. ] How much more?
[ hold on. The gears are turning: ] -- You're not human. [ he will perhaps, perhaps, accept the possibility now.
The fact that his world was turning upside down hasn't yet dawned on him. ]
BLARGH Sorry for the delay~!
When Sherlock asks about more, Loki laughs and steps away hands raised.]
An entire universe worth of knowledge, Holmes.
[He flashes teeth and he gives Holmes a lean and hungry grin.]
Far from it. You were correct in your estimation, mortal.
I am Loki.
I HAVE ZERO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN <3! I apologize for shitty tags;;
first, this wasn't a man. not human.
not human was usually impossible. in sherlock's mind, it was still something he couldn't fully accept. but all the facts were there. and after all other possible explanations were isolated, the one that's left, no matter how absurd, must be the truth. isn't that what he thought?
his gaze turns sharp, but there's something of a satisfied smirk that passes quickly. ] Loki. God of Mischief.
[ he was correct in his assumptions. yes, well, that was usually the case but why was he having trouble accepting it now?
he doesn't trust this one. he doesn't trust anyone, but especially someone with a trickster's reputation. but -- ]
And yet you were dumped here with all us mortals. Insulted?
Pffft lies. Its glorious. <3
No, not human, not at all. Not even close, but something far more.
His brow raises, his own smile self satisfied.] I am indeed.
[And he would be more one way or another, but all in good time. Now he had to figure out how to make use of you, dear Sherlock.
It was wise to distrust Loki, one didn't gain the title of Trickster by being honest and without guile.
Loki chuckled. This man was prideful, poking at Loki even now. ]
I have bigger things on my mind than the mortality of my current company, Mr Holmes.
I fan girl whenever I see your tags, FYI. it's kind of a problem.
There's a new curiosity to him, sparked by the other in front of him. He still knows he wants to see what's out there. Although technically, would that help him in his other cases? Perhaps not, but this...this was too interesting to brush off. This was a new challenge. Could he really leave it be now?
And chances are, if he were tempted with more information, he would allow himself to be tempted indeed.
And just what use would Sherlock be to the god?
A blink, a tug of a smirk. ]
Oh, of course, I understand completely. Bigger worldly standing, bigger problems. [ oh yes, he was poking fun at you. Again. Because his depravity knew no bounds. ] Must be difficult.
serfg zsugdf,zsugefm,svu W-what?! No! There's no reason to
None the less, Loki could sense that this man could be lead along to the ends of the none Realms and back were his curiosity suitably teased.
How far could he push this man?
A relaxed shrug, completely at ease.]
Perhaps not what you think, Holmes. Less problems... [His grin becomes almost sharklike in its ferocity.] More oppertunity.
[Good. He liked them bold.]
Yes there is shhh
And the answer to that question, to how far Sherlock can be pushed, is...how far is someone able to push? The prize dangled must be substantial, something he is intrigued by, some puzzle, perhaps. So to the Realms and back...is a surprisingly likely possibility.
Sherlock forces his posture into relaxation as well, hands going to fold behind his back, chin ducked lightly into his scarf. Gaze remains glued to Loki.]
Opportunity for what? [ and rather than waiting for an answer, cryptic or straightforward, he offers his own speculation. Naturally. Even if it's a broad one..] To showcase your power?