Mórrígan's Story

If asked, Loki Laufeyson will tell you freely with a flickering grin growing across his face, that he prefers his women confident, fierce, and not afraid of pushing the limits of decency. Though fair warning, his answer might just as easily be that his favoured women are proper, submissive, and gentle, depending on his mood. There's no questioning which answer he would offer now, should they chose to ask. His attention shifts from the war goddess' request for coffee as black as her heart, 'We had best make it the colour of blood then.' Loki thinks, to the sweet sound of the Hindu Goddess. If it isn't the way she gently hooks her hand between those same legs, rubbing his crotch with intent, then it's that enticing gleam in her eyes, that look of concentrated mischief that has Loki adamant that his preferred type of woman would align very easily with the Goddess of Desire.

"Absolutely, dearest." Loki replies, his smirk only growing with the promise of what might occur after this meeting has adjourned. Allowing himself to be ushered from the bar, the God grabs his glass and the bottle of whiskey before snaking his way around the bench. Taking a seat on the end stool, Loki pours himself an adequate portion of whiskey into the crystal glass. Letting the bottle of amber liquid rest on the bar counter he gives his attention once more to the two goddesses in his company, swirling his liquor in the glass as his amusement grows.

Rait Maa has a talent for making any act, no matter how apparently mundane, into a sensual affair. Pouring coffee for the War Goddess is no exception. Loki licks his lips as his sharp blue eyes watch with barely concealed interest, his absorption with the scene unfolding before him sparked both by the idea of the two goddesses getting intimate - he would have to watch that should it happen - and the way Morrigan tenses with every touch from the Indian Goddess. The levity in his expression is clear as he observes Rati brushing those nimble fingers against the back of Morrigan's hand, only growing when the sound of shattering fills the immediate area and the mug of coffee once held in Morrigan's hand is reduced to a pile of coffee coated fragments littering the bar top and floor.

The goddess' seething anger is evident in the way she spits her warning at Rati, yet it only produces another full-lipped smirk on the God of Chaos' face, his eyes sparkling as they follow Morrigan while she clears up her mess. "Darling, do try to control yourself." Loki remarks with a teasing grin, "I don't think my budget allows for sexually frustrated destruction of property." Of course, the hotel room isn't being charged to his budget at all, rather every expense is being paid for from the expensive hotel's own wallet. Though the hotel isn't aware of its kind charity, any deity who knows Loki well enough should be aware of the scam, or at least possess some idea that the Norseman would never willingly part with this amount of money without some promise that he will get it back. "Property broken during fits of passionate intercourse however,-..." Loki adds as his gaze shifts to fall on the honey-skinned goddess, "...-is perfectly acceptable."

As Loki takes a leisurely sip of the dark golden bliss sitting in his glass, he turns his attention to the question posed by Rati. He gifts her a smile, pleased with how eager she is to follow whatever devilish plans he might have up his sleeves. "I'm hoping our little chickies-..." Loki begins, rolling Rati's term for the sleeping gods around on his tongue with amusement, "...-arrive as soon as possible. I already have Tore scouting the city. He may be rather simple, but Tore does seem to know a startlingly large number of deities." The God chuckles as he thinks on the African God, shaking his head ever so slightly as he remembers how easy it was to convince the naive god to defect to Loki's cause. The promise of retribution against the humans for destruction of his precious trees was more than enough to have Tore pledging his support. "He's promised to call if he sights anyone who he believes to be a god, sleeping or otherwise." The question of whether or not there are gods in this city is one he shouldn't have to answer, not when the two goddesses before him can sense their presence as easily as he can.

"Once we've settled in here we can go join him. I have a few ideas of where we might start our search. And, if we're lucky, we might run into that adorable little gathering of girl scouts." Loki lets his grin grow at the thought of such an interaction. He holds no fear for the potential threat that group may offer, rather he views them with the type of condescending amusement one might show to a small child who attempts to push an adult one way or another, or a baby bird attempting to defend itself from a stalking feline. Tilting his glass forward in imitation of a toast, Loki grins at the two goddesses, "A toast, to success." He purrs, before tipping his glass back so that the smooth liquid may delight his taste buds once more.