On Jotunheim, salt is even more prized than on Midgard. So maybe it is no wonder the prodigal
Jotunheim prince dangles from the side of a building, twirling a salty lollipop over that
agile tongue of his with a very distracted look, and barely acknowledges the stuttering Man of
Iron below him that at the moment more ressembles Man of Iron Scraps.
Tony thinks it should be illegal for aliens to bring so distracting candy to serious terrorist
attacks. This is the fourth time this week. He's trying to be heroic here, damnit, and not
wish he was the one subjected to that licking and completely forgetting about.. wait? What was
he supposed to be doing again? Because it surely is the blob of sugar that is distracting him
and making him wish he had made slightly more ample room in the hip area of the armour, surely
not the man himself wielding that sinfully dextereous tongue.
Hawkeye tries to focus on the best ways of making their enemy a pin cushion, he really does.
It's just that certain outstanding bodily reactions are more than trying, making him wish he
could use his body for the uh pinning. Black Widow is looming like a silent ghost beside him,
but he can tell she too has been affected by the God of Sinful Lollipop Devouring. Black
Widow's grip on his shoulder has started to become painful. And both of them now eye each
other with glassy looks, and faint tremors ripple the surface of their faces. He is certain
she is reminded of an occasion where they shared a very pleasureable evening with an equally
surprised and cornered Greek agent, who during the day they only shared pain with. Until
negotiations were settled. If only they could start some kind of.. negotiations with the current
agent of Chaos.
Captain America refuses to lift his shield even one inch higher, and settles to stand
omniously looming with it covering his um middle area. And yes, nevermind the slight panting
and squirming because he is obviously the best strategic in the bunch and this is the best
strategic pos- no, location there is right now. And the mortification of being so hypnotised
and affected by Thor's not so little nor innocent brother, will never end, judging by just
what a tight fit his costume still has. He will admit to having been, what Tony in his modern
day educational motivational pep-talks has dubbed healthily bi-curious but it somehow didn't
seem right, until now. In fact it's feeling far too alluring, like he'd have no control if he
got one step closer. So, he's staying put, darnit! Hoping someone else will approach Loki and
cause him and his swaying body and tongue to retreat, so he can retreat too, before he
involuntarily finds out how lollipop flavours have developed during the last decades.
Salty and dark, with a tang of something citrusy. He wasn't sure whether he liked the
saltyness or the citrusy flavour more though, they were such a delightful combination. He kept
licking the lollipop very slowly with all of his very agile tongue, while pondering this
dilemma and waiting for his enemies to reach a suitable distance. He wasn't lazy, just..
enjoying his lollipop.
Although, speaking of combinations, why was the Tin Man, Bird Man, Spider Woman and Soldier
Man eyeing him so strangely, together? He disregarded their puzzled looks and focused on his
br- Thor instead who just landed closeby in a cloud of dust. He had an even more puzzled look
on his face. Curious.
Loki would admit to the mortals of Midgard having mastered one thing Asgard had not. An object
worthy even of his attention. He would however not so willingly admit it make his wicked
schemes slightly fractured, since he nowadays not only before or after battle, but in battle
would have to make sure to have at least one of these divine sugared treats known as lollipops
handy. He was not usually fond of sweets, but the way these sugary treats and their licorice
flavour were irresistable and could keep his tongue occupied so well, it was like meditation.
And careful research had taught him it was a question of licking with the right technique, and
not biting, for the divine flavours to last for as long as possible.
"Brother, why are you.. doing this?" Thor's pained voice reached his ears in the ruckus of
what remained of the candy factory.
Loki twirled the dark lollipop further along his tongue, and for some reason noticed this made
Thor's expression pale, his grip on Mjölnir increase, and his eyes flicker sideways at the
other Avengers spread out nearby.
"Firstly, I am NOT your brother. Secondly.." Loki's eyes widened and his head snapped sideways
to the left to eye the not so green doctor squirming against a semi-broken pillar in the
chaotic battleground. He had almost forgotten about the Sometimes-Green Man.
"What in the Nine Worlds is Bruce Banner doing in that rubble?" Loki tilted his head and
"It looks like he's grinding himself against the wall, what's left of it anyhow". Thor got an
even further distressed look and took a deep and heaving breath.
Loki wasn't sure what to make of everyone's odd behaviour lately, especially when he noticed
the man walking stiffly towards him. Didn't he walk with similarly odd bearing the last time
Loki endulged in that experimental lollipop in Latveria? Yet come to think of it, it had been
Doom who suggested they'd experiment with lollipop flavours.. and size. And he kept looking at
Loki's face, something Loki had assumed had to do with evaluating whether any food dye
essensence had coloured his tongue or not and how fast his godly digestion system could handle
it. Because he had been rather adamant at Loki stopping every now and then, to show his
tongue. Hm, although he had been rather short of breath, and with a stiff frontwards angled
gait hurried to position himself behind a desk.
Loki blinked and raised an eyebrow at the approaching Man with the Metal Mask and Stiff Gait.
"Victor?", Loki slowly questioned. The plan was after all for Loki to draw forth the enemy
(and incidentally acquire a number of lollipops) whilst Victor engaged those focused on
attacking him, not expecting an attack from behind. Not to fall down from his hiding place,
stiffly approach and exchange odd stares with his br- Thor.
Victor von Doom was surprisingly expressive for a man wearing a metal mask though. Loki
frowned as he detected that his br- Thor, locked eyes, froze and shared what seemed like a
pained look with Victor and then promptly looked downwards and then at Loki.
Loki cursed and vowed that next time, he'd acquire more lollipops, all on his own. Regardless
of how many candy factories Victor promised he could learn the locations of, he was a useless
minion, and Thor and his mortal allies weren't even making an effort nowadays!