there's no promise i can't keep

[physicalmagic]

ELIOT

LOKI

CODING

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[icasm]

Loki is on what some might call a "whirlwind tour of realities". What he's looking for is magic, broadly. Various methodologies and sources thereof. He has his own, of course, but the magic on other planets, from other realms, other realities fascinate him. Even when he encounters wildly different versions of himself.

Maybe especially so.

This version of Earth has the most complex magical system he's encountered yet. Schools of it, Librarians who wish for little more than to control it. Gods made mortal and mortals made gods. Plus a seemingly uncountable number of other beings, creatures, etcetera that existed within the umbrella of "magical" and beyond the perception of the typical mortal.

He could get lost in a world like this. Has every intention of it, in fact, when he is told a story about a magician named Quentin Coldwater.

The story is fascinating, tragic and beautiful all at once. And so Loki is drawn to the survivors of it, to the scattered friends. He watches then, but not too intently or closely, more curious than anything.

It makes sense that someone would notice. Perhaps the most sense that it is Eliot, who is most like himself, would notice first.

*puts loki at margo's apt*

[physicalmagic]

When Loki started to come around, Eliot wasn't thrilled. The god of mischief could really just fuck off, all right? He wasn't impressed with gods and he wasn't impressed with how life was turning out.

He became a professor at Brakebills. He came to Margo's apartment one night, where Loki could be found sometimes (more often than Margo, at least).

"Ah, you."

perfect!

[icasm]

"Ah, me." Loki announces from his spot in one of Margo's chairs. They have an understanding, he and Margo; he stays in her apartment most of the time, drinks her alcohol and replaces it, occasionally with higher shelf product, she tells him stories, sometimes they fuck. It works out quite well for him, all things considered.

Some of the others, like Eliot, seem to vacillate between finding him amusing and annoying, though perhaps for Eliot it is mostly the latter feeling.

Loki rises to his feet and moves to the bar where the booze is kept. "What are you in the mood for, Professor?" He can at least play host.

testing.

[physicalmagic]

"Don't bother." Eliot holds one hand up and gets all up in Loki's space, mixing himself his own drink. "I'm a wizard when it comes to this... kind of like how you're a wizard for snakes."

/touches gently

[icasm]

"A wizard for snakes," Loki repeats as he's essentially moved out of the way. He doesn't know how he feels about that moniker; probably for the best that say, Thor wasn't around to hear it, or Loki would never escape it.

"Well, then, tell me what you're making." Because he's nothing if not curious.

[physicalmagic]

Eliot thought he sounded super smart, but he was also a little buzzed, so 'a wizard for snakes' could really mean anything at this point. He's spent a lot of time lately in a daze. He misses Quentin.

"Something I invented."

[icasm]

Loki makes a non-committal noise as he leans against the countertop, watching Eliot pour and mix his magical concoction. Well. Alcoholic concoction, at the very least; Loki's not sure if magic is involved at this stage or not.

"Have you invented a lot of things?" Not limited to drinks.

[physicalmagic]

"I've come up with a few spells. I'm not a hedgewitch or anything, but I've combined a few things to make other things faster."

He demonstrates by moving his fingers against each other in a wave. The drink stirs itself.