Event Log - Mistletoe

[lucetimods]

Who: E'eryone
What: Mwah Mwah Hanky Panky
When: December 26th - January 1st
Where: E'erywhere
Summary: Mistletoe has once again cropped up in Luceti. It's time to kiss!
Rating: Anything about PG-13, take it off-comm.

Comments

[bonesandmore]

[Well that look is a little drastic since he pretty much invited the reaction, and he's once again reminded of an angry teen who's not getting her way...or an ex-wife. And that really does nothing good for sexy feelings.]

Pretty sure they call those hickeys when you're neckin' someone. And not usually much of a threat.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki is not in a good state of mind. He'd felt like he'd gained some bit of control back, and McCoy seems to want to lawn that feeling of victory.

Loki's hand on McCoy's shoulder tightens slightly. His voice drops lower, tone amused.]

Would you really like me to threaten you properly?

[He's never been one to shy from taking his anger at a situation out on whatever target is convenient.

Loki smiles.]

Or is this your way of indicating you'd like more?

[bonesandmore]

[Well, Loki had given him a bit of ground to climb back on, and he wasn't the type of man to ignore that. And now that he had some footing, well...]

Hmm? Have you been half-assing it? I was always taught that if you're going to do something, you should give it your best effort.

[But his head is still tilted if Loki's looking for subtle answers, even if means he has to tilt his gaze down to stare properly at Loki. And his own hand flexes against the god's shoulder.]

An' more? That depends. You wanting someone to play gasping mannequin, or can you handle getting as good as you give?

Thank you for the OOC okay on this <3

[complicatedliar]

If that is what you wish.

[And then in a movement too fast to be really seen, he grabs Bones by the throat using his left hand, picks him up entirely off the ground, and slams him against the wall of the item shop. His lips peel back in a momentary snarl, which becomes a smile.

Don't worry, he's not squeezing too hard. Bones should still be able to breathe.]

Tell me, Doctor, precisely how much force will I have to exert to crush your windpipe? [His fingers tighten ever so slightly, just a warning.

Then he raises his right hand. There's a silver and jade ring on his middle finger.]

They have already forced me to break faith once. You will not mock me into doing so again.

<3!

[bonesandmore]

[Okay, so he hadn't been expecting that kind of reaction, but he realized a little late that maybe he should have. Loki reminded him of a coiled snake, and while usually he would keep a good distance, he was aware he had been poking him with a stick.

But none of those thoughts kept adrenaline from rushing through him, for the beating of his heart he could feel beating in his ears-too rapid. And it took a few stunned moments to attempt to breathe, to test the hold, to realize there was an ache in his back and head.

But once he realized he could still breathe, eyes wide from surprise narrowed into a glare. And it was only the hand around his throat that kept him from tempting Loki to squeeze harder since the only words on his tongue were scathing retorts-a not quite sane defense mechanism.

But he did lift a hand up to wrap around Loki's wrist and squeeze.]

[complicatedliar]

[Oh good. It seems he has the man's attention. He leans forward in a very deliberately inhuman movement and inhales. Then smiles.]

You smell like fear.

[Then he simply lets go and turns away.]

The next time I bid you run, little rabbit, do not think it a jest.

[bonesandmore]

[It takes his hand slapping against the wall to keep himself upright, but he manages to land on his feet. And immediately his hand goes up to his throat. He knows nothing's damaged, but its instinct and he doesn't bother fighting it.

Just about as instinctual as the sneer that twists his lips and the glare he gives Loki's backside.]

Guess that answers that. Melodramatic infant. [They're mumbled words, but he really could care less if Loki hears them or not.

And he slides his hand into his back pocket and scowls at the broken candy cane he finds there. It doesn't stop him from unwrapping a bit and throwing it in his mouth though.]

You owe me a god damn in-tact candy cane.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki pauses and looks over his shoulder, jaw working. He hasn't lost his temper. He knows that if he really shuts the mortal up, the consequences will be annoying indeed, trapped in this small, inescapable space. But the temptation is there.

And this mortal is a fool. Loki sometimes doubts his decision to play for sympathy rather than fear. This is definitely one of those times.]

You are tiny. And petty. I owe you nothing.

[His form seems to dissolve away. Better to vanish and plot a little mischief to teach this mortal respect later.]