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number1_himbo) wrote2022-09-01 05:54 pm
number1_himbo) wrote2022-09-01 05:54 pm
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For Loki
"You want me to get... tickled... on camera," Luther repeats to the guy, looking at the flyer in his hand. "I don't really think I'm all that ticklish. Skin condition."
The guy in the hat and sunglasses draws a little closer, presumably looking Luther up and down, if the head tilts are anything to go by. "Nah, see, that's the attraction. People would love to see a big guy like you, and it's not on camera so much as it's just... filmed. It's about the sport, about endurance."
They've been going for a couple of minutes, and Luther really just wants to go get his iced vanilla latte.
"Come on," says the recruiter. "Let's just... lemme give you a little tickle."
And that's how Luther ends up throwing a guy across the road into some bushes. Brushing his hands off, he gives an awkward wave to the barista on a smoke break, who's staring a little. "Sorry. I mean. I'm not really sorry, but I'll buy an extra drink to make up for that guy. If that's what you're worried about." He starts to head inside, feeling oddly tender inside-- not in the good way, more scraped up than anything.
He suspects he knows why, too, but he's trying pretty hard not to think about Loki. After all, it's not like Loki was particularly wrong.
It's just a little hard, after being raised to be a weapon, a tool for maximum use, to get a reminder that he's no longer useful-- not really, to anyone at all.
The guy in the hat and sunglasses draws a little closer, presumably looking Luther up and down, if the head tilts are anything to go by. "Nah, see, that's the attraction. People would love to see a big guy like you, and it's not on camera so much as it's just... filmed. It's about the sport, about endurance."
They've been going for a couple of minutes, and Luther really just wants to go get his iced vanilla latte.
"Come on," says the recruiter. "Let's just... lemme give you a little tickle."
And that's how Luther ends up throwing a guy across the road into some bushes. Brushing his hands off, he gives an awkward wave to the barista on a smoke break, who's staring a little. "Sorry. I mean. I'm not really sorry, but I'll buy an extra drink to make up for that guy. If that's what you're worried about." He starts to head inside, feeling oddly tender inside-- not in the good way, more scraped up than anything.
He suspects he knows why, too, but he's trying pretty hard not to think about Loki. After all, it's not like Loki was particularly wrong.
It's just a little hard, after being raised to be a weapon, a tool for maximum use, to get a reminder that he's no longer useful-- not really, to anyone at all.