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[ Oh. That's a far pleasanter reply than he was expecting, pausing for a moment. ]

I got dumped halfway through a date. Bastard. Not you.

Seriously? Who'd do that?

Let's get some drinks, you have to spill all details.

Kent.

I'll meet you by the west docks, there's only one bar open there at this hour. You can't miss it.

[The name makes him pause. But c'mon, what are the odds?

(A whole lot, apparently.)]

I'll go inside and get a beer. [And so he does, it doesn't take him long to get there. He's looking for Loki the moment he steps inside, not sure if he was already there when he called- or close.]

[ He arrives fifteen minutes after Jason, his hoodie damp from the rain and still wearing his neat white dress shirt from earlier, apparently not having bothered to change. Loki waves when he glimpses him through the morosely thin crowd, grateful for the low-lighting that makes him feel a little more sheltered from charming diamond-jawed men who wouldn't come here in a million years. ]

Evening. Were you busy when I called?

[ Not that he cares, it's more ingrained casual nosiness under-cover of manners. ]

[Jason doesn't pull the hood of is sweater down when Loki sits, simply grins at him in acknowledgement.]

Nah, it's fine. [And he knows Loki is just making small talk, so he doesn't elaborate.] So this Kent guy. What happened?

[ Ordering a beer, he picks at the label as he launches into his tale, huffing along the way. ]

I was invited to Clark Kent's house for dinner. Took a bottle with me. We were having a perfectly fine evening and he was being this ... weirdly charming Stepford-husband type, cleaning up as we went through course after course. You know how in movies that's how dates go? Well, this actually blew them out of the water. I've never met someone so pleasant who wasn't massively irritating in my whole life.

He'd expressed a wish to get our cuddle on, so to speak, so we sat on the couch as we ate dessert. [ This is where Loki grows fidgety and animated, swigging his drink for a long pull. ] Okay, so, he asks me if he can touch my hair and I say, "yes, it's fine", and he backs right up and starts telling me I'm not being clear enough and I sound insincere ...

[ Shoulders hitch and shrug as he spreads a hand, seeking agreement from their mirrored reflections over the bar. ]

Fair enough, I didn't sound like I was throwing myself at the guy, but it was a date. And ... maybe I'm not the best at allowing people to touch me when I don't know them, perhaps, but I didn't quake and gasp like a reluctant virgin either. Odin's eye.

[ And that's his mini rant. ]

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[Jason tries to laugh, he really does. But the image of Clark Kent- well, not only trying to get laid but trying to get his cuddle on with Loki is hilarious to him. So not only is Superman here (a thought that sobers him up as soon as he has it, because that's probably going to mean trouble for him), but he's apparently interested in the same kind of people Jason is. That's... maybe kind of a compliment to Jason's taste, as well. But to be fair Jason has a hard time imagining anyone saying no to Loki.

Anyone that isn't goodness and boy scouts incarnated like Superman, apparently.]

I know that guy. As in, he's from my world. [And if there was any doubt that it was the same person, the fact that he went all husband-ish on Loki more than proves it. He always figured he was the kind of person to spoil his date. Like Bruce with all his presents and stuff, but in a more honest and midwesterny kind of way. Clark probably meant every little compliment, every little nice gesture. So he wondered what had Loki done, exactly, to offend him. Maybe Clark had felt he wasn't being completely honest? Jason knew he wasn't, but he was okay with it so far... but not everyone was so accepting of being lied to.

He wishes Bruce were here, he bets he'd love to hear about this.]

And I mean, if you gave him the same look you gave me when I took your helmet off he probably thought you were blowing him off.

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How do you know him? And I didn't give him any look, thank you, I tossed my hair and looked about ready to flirt my entire head off.

[ Stung and grouchy, he chins a hand and squints at Jason. ]

Take your hood off, I can't see you in this light.

[He might as well stop postponing it. He can't predict Loki's reaction to his red hair but he's just grown tired of dying it all over again, especially if he doesn't have to hide when he goes out at night. Why bother, when no one looks twice at the vigilantes if they aren't hurting someone?]

He's a well-known reporter in Metropolis, where I'm from. He's married there though, to an even more famous reporter so I'm surprised you even got a date with him.

[Which is definitely true. Lois is pretty awesome, and one of the few reporters whose articles Jason implicitly trusts.]

He mentioned he's married and that two of his alternate universe wives are here. I assumed I was cuter than both.

[ Or at least worth sidling up to, but apparently not. Clark Kent, cad of Eudio!! ]

Oh, for Ymir's sake —

[ A quick hand flicks out to snag that irritating hood and tug it down. Loki would crow over his win, only there's suddenly an awful lot of red hair in his line of sight. He doesn't even think to apologise because mostly, he just looks like he might slowly be suffering a stroke as he tries not to grin. ]

Uh ...

[Jason laughs at Loki's... pause. He's pretty sure he'd have heard a record scratch if this was a tv show. He motions up and down his hair with a 'tada' kind of expression, grinning to himself.]

Got tired of dying it black. Looks like a mess now, but it will look better. [He tilts his head.]

Can you tell me more about what happened or is that going to get tossed aside now that you've seen my hair?

You're crazy ginger.

[ Just in case Jason missed that at any point. Barking out a laugh, Loki chins a hand and sips his beer as he twists around a little more in his seat to sit and stare. No, he isn't interested in subtlety. The complete flip from dark-and-handsome to redheaded-viking is jarring in a ... fun way. Maybe. ]

Nothing else happened. Um, I took my ale back and teleported off his lap.

[Jason ruffles his hair. It's itchy after so long under the hood. Just like the helmet. He's going to end up bald one of these days just wait.] Amazing observation. You change into a woman without warning but I'm the one that surprises you because of my hair color? Really?

[He shrugs.] If you want me to try to help you understand what the fuck happened, you're going to have to be more specific on the exact moment he backed off.

If what you want is some company and a pair of ears I'm here for that, too.

If I wanted you for company it wouldn't involve your ears. [ Just a tart reminder there are better ways to pass the time than talk, especially for profit in Eudio and when it comes to selfish attractions. ] And I am a woman. Sometimes.

[ He spreads his fingers as best he can while at the side of his face and around a bottle. ]

I don't know what happened, he looked like a princess getting passed by in her tower. I didn't do anything weird, I was flirting!

[Jason grins because okay, fair enough. And now that he's sure Loki knows that's an option, he doesn't have to think about how to offer it without offending Loki. Jason is just bad at small talk, but in his defense he's never actually had to small-talk it up before.

He also makes a note at the distinction. So he doesn't turn into a woman, she is one sometimes. Interesting.]

He's very, very old school. Raised in Kansas, he's pretty all american. So if you want to woo him [Which Jason would find hilarious, really] You'll have to work really hard. If you actually asked him what's wrong he might tell you, too.

He should be so lucky.

[ Wooing? There are more important things to do, like taking mental notes on the new heroes speckling the rooftops and admiring exceedingly ginger men at his side. Very important things.

Drink halfway to his lips, he shakes his head dismissively. A small rant has done the trick. ]

I haven't got the time to waste proving myself worth anyone's attention, especially not after being dismissed.

[Well, good for Loki then. Jason shrugs because he has literally nothing to add to that- as fun as it would have been Loki wouldn't be so attractive to him if he let people roll over him like that.]

I'm impressed by your pride then. I mean, I've seen the man, it's a shame. [What? He's allowed to watch.]

Mind giving me his address so I can go say hi?

[ He wrinkles his nose, taking a long pull of his beer with his gaze trained on Jason. ]

'Go say Hi' or go say "Hi", because I want something if you're getting a bootycall out of my failed date.

[ Or blowing him off to blow Clark, which is what it sounds like. ]

[The grimace of disgust in Jason's face should be enough of an answer.]

No. God, no- he's a friend of the family, I've known him since I was 15. It'd be like bootycalling my uncle or something like that.

Do I really come across as that kind of asshole? [Because he is an asshole but even he has his limits.]

You mentioned how attractive he was and then asked for his number, I'm not sure how many other ways I was supposed to take that.

[ But it's satisfying to know Jason and Clark won't be rolling around in the sack together, laughing at him. Not that he was worried about that at any point or even cares who each man chooses to sleep with, he hardly knows either and only one a scant slip more than the other.

Okay, maybe he's a little jealous of Jason's partners. A little. A smidgeon. ]

Friend of the family? You never talk about them.

[ In fact, Clark is the only connection to Jason's past that Loki now knows of. ]

If Clark had been a long lost fuckbuddy I wanted to reunite with I'd have just told you, not blown you off like that. He's hot, but so are you and you're much more interesting. [Not even a lie. Clark might be Superman but Loki is... well, Loki gets Jason. That alone is incredibly interesting.

He grabs the beer while he talks, scratching the label with the nail of his thumb. He always needs something to do with his hands when he feels... uncomfortable.]

I didn't know you wanted to know about them.

Honesty is always appreciated.

[ Never mind how pleased he looks by it, or the way he drops his attentive staring when Jason seems less than enthused by the new topic. ]

Most people talk incessantly about their friends and family, I only noticed because you don't.

[ Then again, neither does Loki. ]

Neither do you. [Yeah, come on Loki that one was an obvious come back. Jason sighs, putting the bottle aside.]

I'm adopted. I'm the middle child, and my father was keen on comparing me to the first one. Blah blah sob story. As you can see by what I can do I had... training. Guess it fucked me up pretty badly.

Clearly I don't need to when your own story is already mine.

[ Which gains a snort of amusement as he elaborates. ]

Adopted, middle-child, father constantly disappointed in me compared to my older brother. Look at that, Jay! I'm you on a godly scale.

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