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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky couldn't help it; he laughed. The whole situation was so absurd.]

Convenient.

[That this guy could sense magic. Dangerous, was what it really sounded like. Imagine if people who wanted to hurt those with magic could sense it? No one would be safe anywhere. But, if he was to be believed, he wasn't here for anything nefarious. At least, not like that.]

You've come to the right place if you want all of the above. I throw the best parties and everyone is always invited. I'm even willing to be friends.

You caught me at a bad time, but- [He made a vague gesture, as if he didn't still want to break something, as if he didn't feel like his heart had already broken. As if he didn't feel a little scraped raw, emotionally.] -his loss could be your gain.

I'm Kavinsky. I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume your parents are mythology nerds? Nothing wrong with that [He added.] It's better than some shit like Joseph.

So what's your deal?

[magpietrickster]

From where I'm standing, he seems like he must have been a serious idiot.

[And cruel, but Loki left out that part, because he knew how difficult it was to be vulnerable, to cop to the things that hurt. And while he didn't love this boy of course, he could offer them both something like closeness, or affection, touch to wash away all the bullshit of the last few days. Something like friendship and understanding.

Kavinsky might notice that while he smirks at the commentary, he doesn't address whether or not his parents were mythology nerds. He tries to make light of it, but it comes out more bitter than he intends.] Joseph the Dreamer. Seems we're both colored by our names.

Well, the short version is that before here, I lived in New York City. I wasn't born there, but it's a busy place; you can find anything there if you're patient. And I am not naturally patient, but I can manage it with the right incentives.

[There's a slight pause as he considers how to tell his story- stories are all gods really are, so each telling always has weight; it always matters. He once had a best-friend-forever, and he lost her by using her in a story and forgetting to tell her own. The telling always matters. And maybe it's because this boy looks scraped-raw and vulnerable, but Loki allows his pervasive smile to fall a little. And he tells him something like the truth.

Not the secret truth, the one about Loki that no one knows, but it is more than he gives to most.]

I had this adorable little group of magic-types. One might even have called us a team. A psychic girl who couldn't be lied to, a depressed dreamer, his shape-changing boyfriend, a girl who was unnaturally good at archery and memes, and me. The original plan was to be heroes.

[He shakes his head, makes a wry sort of sound that says yes, that overly-optimistic endeavor had ended about as well as one might imagine. He makes a green sphere of energy, shifts it into a ball that doesn't seem to quite obey the laws of physics as he bounces it between his hands. Something to fidgit with-- and yes, maybe he was showing off, just a little. Saying I'm a magic-thing, too.]

We could fix magical problems, we thought. Who better than I? We met over a dreamer's dreams gone wrong and deadly, fighting back to try to fix it without the suicidal option. But-- what started out fixing magic problems quickly became saving people with magic, and that quickly became saving ourselves. Because there are people hunting dreamers and psychics and anyone that makes this world a little bit less something everyone else understands.

[Loki was biased, of course, being a pagan god intimately tied to magic and mystery, but he wanted to change the world. He wanted to keep it strange and wild, and maybe sometimes he lost his temper and turned the clouds to dragons. But really, didn't the world deserve it, anyway?]

We thought we might be heroes but forgot that failure is written into the heart of the hero's journey. So it all went to shit, of course. Allegedly, we're supposed to be laying low and letting the heat blow over. But I'm the flashy, impatient one, you know? It got all dramatic lose-my-phone-number sort of stuff. So I gave them what they wouldn't ask for. I left.

So now I'm here. No more heroics this time. Just- parties with hot boys. More kissing. Better music. Maybe even better friends.

[burnyoudown]

Can't argue with that. I thought- I'd thought he was different, but he used me.

[He ducked his head for a moment, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. He wasn't sure how he felt about being known, not having to hide the biggest secret he'd always concealed. On the one hand, it made him grumpy--or maybe he was still grumpy about Ronan. But on the other, it was a relief. He could just be himself without worrying about what he said or did, and yet- when you spent most of your life keeping a secret, it felt weird to have other people know it. It was a little unsettling.

But he listened, quiet and intrigued, even if he was partly tempted to sneer something about heroes. He was quickly distracted by the green orb Loki conjured, watching its motions like a cat watching a bird hop around. He'd never thought of himself as a hero and he knew he was never going to be a hero, but there was something admirable about those who tried.

Especially if people like dreamers were in danger. Ronan might have fucked him over, but Kavinsky didn't want to hear about someone hunting him down for any reason. He'd commit murder to keep Lynch safe, even now. And- there were other dreamers. Enough that people thought they were a threat. It was a strange feeling, uplifting and uncertain at the same time.]

Shit, man. That whole thing sounds like a huge mess. I know one thing about being a hero and that's that it's hard. Figuring out what the right thing is and doing it is hard.

[In his own way, he was trying to say it was admirable of Loki to even try and do the right thing like that, to try and protect people.]

Sorry things ended like they did with your friends. You deserve better.

[He didn't even know Loki (yet), but- everyone deserved good friends. People who would be with them through the good times and the bad, who didn't just abandon them or get tired of them.]