forum “I’m much more attractive than this.” “Pfft, yeah right.” | Loki, Romance?? OxO | Open

Started September 01, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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"YES LIKE THE GOD," Loki said, stamping their foot. "You're unbelievably dense. And I don't see why I'm obligated to answer that question, or why you're entitled to know, human."

"Well, first, you crashed into my car, secondly, I carried you home, and thirdly, I am trying to help you!" Damien said slowly and with much exasperation. "Stop acting like a brat and get over yourself."

Loki’s eyes smoldered and their eyebrows drew close together. “I was banished,” they hissed. “If you must know. And why would I believe that you’re going to help me?”

"Oh." Though his irritation did not lessen entirely, Damien's eyes softened slightly. Being thrown from your home… he could relate to that. "Well, I am sorry to hear that, and I do suppose you have no reason to trust me. I don't know what to tell you to convince you that I want to help."

“Yes, if the tuna incident is anything to go off of.” Loki watched them carefully, and after a moment of scrutinizing them, held out their hand. “Fine. I’ll let you help me if you tell me your name.”

Damien huffed a laugh. "Damien Faust, it's a pleasure to meet you, Loki," he said, taking the other's hand in his own and shaking it lightly.

Loki curled their lip. “I don’t see what’s funny about this,” they said. “However, if you still want to mother me, I am hungry.”

Damien rolled his eyes and turned away, heading towards the kitchen. "I can make chicken strips and mac n' cheese, will that suit you, oh god of mischief?"

Loki scowled, shifted into a cat and hopped up on the counter, then shifted back. “I don’t know what mac n’ cheese is,” they said, crossing their feet at imp’s ankles. They chose to ignore the rest of Damien’s comment, leaning back on their hands.

"It's delicious is what it is," Damien said, grabbing the boxes of mac n' cheese from the cabinet. "It's my main comfort food. Super simple, but I've got good memories around it."

“Hm.” Loki watched Damien closely, their posture stiff and defensive. “As long as it won’t cause me to drop dead, I don’t care what it is.”

Damien couldn't help but laugh at that, even though he knew the other would be annoyed. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you. You might even like it," he teased.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “It isn’t tuna, and I’ll give you a point for that.” They wrinkled their nose. “Really, I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”

"I use humor as a coping mechanism," Damien said with a shrug, dumping the pasta into the boiling water. "You should try it sometime, cat boy."

“I’m not a boy,” Loki said, peering over Damien’s shoulder. “Why would you put it in water?”

"Kitten, then," Damien grinned and turned back to stir the pasta, making sure it didn't clump together. "The pasta softens in the boiling water, which makes it tastier and easier to eat."

“Do not call me kitten. Especially when there are knives within my reach.” Loki’s hands twitched, like they were about to go for the knives.

"Oh, so kitten's got claws, huh?" Damien sassed, not particularly afraid. Which, if he thought about it too much, probably wasn't healthy. Eh.

Loki's hand jumped up onto the counter, and they snarled, "You're toeing the line, pal." Their hand inched toward the knives, their eyes locked on Damien.

"C'est la vie," Damien responded with a shrug. "Go ahead and stab me, I don't particularly care, but if I'm bleeding out, who will make the Mac n' cheese?"

Loki bit the inside of his cheek and slowly removed their hand from the counter, tucking it in the pocket of their leather jacket. Imp didn't say anything, instead closed their eyes.

Assuming that was settled, Damien turned back to making their Mac n' cheese. After straining it and mixing in the butter, milk, and cheese, he dished it out and set the bowls on his small kitchen table. "Food's ready, do you want a drink?"

Loki sat at the table, scowling down at the mac n’ cheese. “Water is fine, thank you,” they said in a mildly irritated tone.

Wordlessly, Damien grabbed a couple glasses and got water for the both of them, bringing it over and sitting down at the table. "After we finish eating, I'll help you clean up and bandage you up, okay?" Kitten, he almost added.

They rolled their eyes and picked up their fork. “Yes, yes, whatever.” They tentatively stabbed a noodle and brought it up to their eyes, squinting at it.

Damien couldn't help chuckling softly, even though he knew that the other would hate it. "I promise you it's good," he assured, taking a big forkful himself.

They pursed their lips for a moment, then ate the noodle, wrinkling their nose. “It’s weird.”

At this, Damien really laughed, warm brown eyes crinkling. "Yeah, it's probably different than what you're used to, plus it's not the most flavorful."

They ate another noodle, thinking for a moment, then ate an actual bite. “It feels weird in my mouth.”

"Let me guess, kinda slimy, right?" Damien smiled. "But not too terrible, I hope."