for halfassed

[dreamsofpoison]

Just how and why Loki was back on Earth was a mystery. There had been no communication from Thor any Asgardian representatives. It wasn't obvious that Loki was back, in fact, his presence could have gone unnoticed if not for, well, mischief.

He'd somehow taken something belonging to one Clint Barton. Something very dear to him. His bow. Said bow now sat on a mantel above the fireplace in his current residence. It was a stone and log cabin. Lodge would be a more appropriate description. Logs make up A frame structures to support the roof. They also provide an excellent place to suspend someone from. Which inevitably happened when Barton followed the little trail of bread crumbs to find his bow and ultimately, Loki.

He's suspended near the fireplace, which is lit. Turned so he can see his bow sitting there on the mantel. He's hung high enough his toes barely brush the ground and apparently Loki took great care in securing his wrists in a specific type of cuff. The kind that would ensure he could keep him there for quite some time without much damage to his hands or wrists. He was stripped of his weapons and all his clothes save for his pants. Hence why he choose the beam close to the fire. It was the dead of winter outside.

As for Loki himself, he stood by the window, watching the snow fall and waiting for the subtle signs his captive has awoken. He's far removed from the armor and leather of before. Instead he's in simple mortal clothes but they still had a certain Loki-esque flair to them.

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God. Damnit.

He dangles, limp for a moment, key between his teeth -- and then he rallies. His arms are perceptibly shaking as he pulls himself up, shifts the key to his fingers, and manages to shove it in the lock. He unlocks it, and collapses, falling into a heap on the ground.

He's just gonna stay here for a little bit.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki hasn't left, though he probably should disappear before Clint regains his strength. But that isn't part of the plan. He does still need him for something.

He does disappear for a short time then returns with a wet washcloth which he tosses at him.

[halfassed]

Half-assedly wipes himself down and tosses it right back at Loki. He just needs a few minutes to recover. Slides over to a chair and leans back against it, for now not really willing to stand up and go through the effort to get on it.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki takes a seat near by and crosses his legs. He regards Clint for a few moments then speaks.

"I wish to turn myself in to SHIELD," he says like it's a natural bit of conversation.

[halfassed]

He breathes.

"What?"

[dreamsofpoison]

"When you recover," he says, "you will take me into custody."

[halfassed]

"Now?" he asks. "Really?"

Wow, he wasn't expecting it to be this easy.

[dreamsofpoison]

"Yes," he admits then glances away. He's not thrilled with the idea but its the best he has.

[halfassed]

"Why?" It doesn't make sense. Why would he torment Clint, let him go, and then willingly step into his custody?

[dreamsofpoison]

"I have been exiled to Earth. Rather than a long painful death at the hands whomever finds me first, I choose to hand myself to SHIELD and a quick death at worst. Imprisonment at best," he explains.

[halfassed]

Makes sense enough to Clint.

He moves to his feet. "Where's my gear?" he asks. "I'll call in an extraction."

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki simply nods toward the bedroom. It'll be a little difficult to get any signal out here if at all. He'll just let him find out on his own. They would need to go to the nearest town.

[halfassed]

His phone's not just a phone. It is hard core, Loki, and connects to satellites and can also be a radio.

He comes back with his clothes on, though he's walking a little funny, and he starts messing with the phone.

"It's not charged," he says, with a sigh. It's always something.

[dreamsofpoison]

Oh, well, Loki isn't exactly up on human tech but he does know a fair bit on basic workings. The battery isn't his fault though he might have 'accidentally' dropped it. A couple times.

"What is your plan?"

[halfassed]

"Nearest town. We should get going as soon as possible. Do you have a map?"

[dreamsofpoison]

"Check your gear," Loki says almost dismissively.

"You'll need a blow torch," he adds a second later with a smirk. There is a small blow torch in the lodge. It's by entryway.

[halfassed]

He stops.

"A blow torch," he echoes. "For what, exactly?"

[dreamsofpoison]

"The keys to the snow machine are encased in ice," Loki explains with a smirk. "In the event you happened to escape."

[halfassed]

He levels a stare at Loki.

"Great planning, Sherlock," he says. "Real brilliant move. I'm not your servant. Get out there and get the keys, and melt them yourself, if you're so eager to go back to SHIELD."

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki laughs and leans his chin on his hand. "SHIELD is my best option but I am in no hurry. We can wait until they find us," he says then glances out the window. It stopped snowing outside. "Or spring."

[halfassed]

He pauses, a long moment.

"Christ," he says, finally, and he storms outside. It doesn't take long to turn up the keys and the ice. It's not mobile. And it's actually an enormous block of ice.

This sucks.

He storms back in. Shakes the snow off. "You're an asshole."

[dreamsofpoison]

"I've been told," he says and smiles far too brightly and perhaps a bit too fake.

[halfassed]

He slumps down on the sofa. He just needs to rest first. He's ... completely wrung out. His arms still ache.

He twists his shoulder around in the socket, testing it.

Fuck.

[dreamsofpoison]

"Cold first, I think," Loki says abruptly then stands. He heads into the kitchen to retrieve to small bags of ice. He tosses one, then the other at him.

"The blankets here produce heat if plugged in."

[halfassed]

"I know what an electric blanket is."

He simmers, angry, but presses the ice to his shoulders.

"A thousand years," he says -- "You have to have learned how to massage at some point." He's thinking aloud, not actually asking for a massage. He realizes, belatedly, how it sounds. "Not that I want your hands on me."