( there's no such thing as real magic. no one knows that better than a magician. it's all smoke and mirrors and sleight of hand. making the audience look left while secretly going right. but that's what loki always liked about magic: the illusion. the carefully crafted lies and clever tricks. what he does on stage, night after night, isn't magic. it just looks like magic.
loki thought he'd long since lost the sense of wonder that came with seeing magic performed. that was the cost of knowing all the secrets. there was a mechanism behind every mystery, and loki has just about learned them all. when he comes across new ones, it's only a matter of time before he has those figured out, too. there's comfort in the control.
but, when thor holds out his hand, loki remembers what that sense of wonder feels like. he looks from thor's hand to his face, internally denying the inevitable, until he can't any longer. )
Oh, very well then. ( he downs the rest of his gin and tonic in one go, sets the glass on the bar, and places his palm in thor's. that spark returns, traveling up his arm, igniting something inside his chest. ) I'm sure I've made worse gambles.
( thor's entire face lights up, his grin wide and his eyes bright. this is definitely a win. possibly the biggest win he's had since he's known loki. it's almost a bit surreal, the weight of loki's hand in his, the solidness of it, unwavering. his heart beats faster, and surely he thinks loki can feel it, a pulse trapped between fingers. )
So now I'm just a gamble. ( but he's still smiling, his hand squeezing loki's lightly as he tugs him in the direction of the door. ) Have a little faith, would you?
( that this won't be a disaster, namely. maybe thor's being too optimistic, or maybe he just has a good feeling about all of this, based on the fact that loki is here with him at all, going gods know where to do gods know what. sure, they know what the endgame is here, but thor knows better than to expect that outcome immediately. there's still trust to be gained, and fun to be had that may or may not involve their clothes coming off. )
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loki thought he'd long since lost the sense of wonder that came with seeing magic performed. that was the cost of knowing all the secrets. there was a mechanism behind every mystery, and loki has just about learned them all. when he comes across new ones, it's only a matter of time before he has those figured out, too. there's comfort in the control.
but, when thor holds out his hand, loki remembers what that sense of wonder feels like. he looks from thor's hand to his face, internally denying the inevitable, until he can't any longer. )
Oh, very well then. ( he downs the rest of his gin and tonic in one go, sets the glass on the bar, and places his palm in thor's. that spark returns, traveling up his arm, igniting something inside his chest. ) I'm sure I've made worse gambles.
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So now I'm just a gamble. ( but he's still smiling, his hand squeezing loki's lightly as he tugs him in the direction of the door. ) Have a little faith, would you?
( that this won't be a disaster, namely. maybe thor's being too optimistic, or maybe he just has a good feeling about all of this, based on the fact that loki is here with him at all, going gods know where to do gods know what. sure, they know what the endgame is here, but thor knows better than to expect that outcome immediately. there's still trust to be gained, and fun to be had that may or may not involve their clothes coming off. )