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[rzhavyy]

 

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[rzhavyy]

[The man pauses to glance back at the Soldier, and he meets his gaze, unflinching, sharp blue eyes that focus on the man that had freed him. At the question, however, he frowns slightly, eyebrows tugging together as he tries to put together a response.

Questions were not usually aimed at him, instructions, orders, explanations. Most of the time they kept him muzzled. But he thinks he must have had a name at some point, even if it seems lost to him. Just darkness and lost pieces as he searches for a name more than a title.]

They called me the Winter Soldier.

[A slight frown curves his lips, his voice uneven from lack of use. Silent and chained until they wanted to use him, it makes the words come out rougher than they might otherwise. He doesn't ask for his name. Instead he watches him, takes in how he holds himself, the set of his face, trying to understand the pieces of a situation he'd never prepared for.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki rolls his eyes. How needlessly dramatic. No doubt the HYDRA scientists cheered their naming scheme and the myths they've strewn around the continent. Pathetic. It'll barely last a century. He's not impressed. ]

Well, that is a terrible name. And I'm certainly not going to call you that if you intend to dog my footsteps.

[ He purses his lips. ]

Vidar would suit for now.

[rzhavyy]

[He has no particular investment in the name HYDRA gave him, and having the man call it terrible doesn't illicit any particular emotion in him. He's quiet, but his eyes are sharp and attentive. There's definite intelligence there; perceptive, even if he doesn't speak.

He nods in understanding, allows the man to give him a name to call him without protest.

There's an implication of acceptance of his presence that he finds more important.]

Vidar. [He echoes it softly, curious. The man seems very different from his handlers. He thinks that's a good thing.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Something uncurls in Loki's spine. It might be pleasure, but it's hard to tell. He hasn't known it for so long, scraping by with the bruises on his knuckles. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. After all, he no longer possesses Barton. And to possess someone without the staff . . . it might be a worthy pursuit.

He huffs softly. Loki was getting carried away. ]

Come along then, my warrior in the woods. Perhaps we will find answers that you are, no doubt, looking for.

[rzhavyy]

[He nods in quiet assent, looking him over, taking a few steps closer at the invitation. Warrior in the woods. A new title, different in tenor, not something to be sold to the world as a myth.]

Yes.

[He wants answers, he supposes. His name, who he is-- there's so much blank space in his mind and none of it is quiet. Whispers without names or faces. Things he couldn't touch.

He didn't know where they were going, but that wasn't important. He'd follow him anyway. That much he'd decided when he'd been freed from the chair.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ They walk for a while. Loki has no need to, of course, but he wants to make sure that there is no one left to follow him. With the staff, he can no longer afford to be careless. He glances back, watching Vidar's breath ghost out in white puffs of air, stolen away by the bitter climate. He wonders what that feels like before dismissing it. After a few hours of toiling away in the snow, Loki spots a suitable cave. He gestures to the soldier as they stumble in. Loki brushes the snow from his clothes before lighting a warm green flame and finding a quiet spot to sit. ]

No doubt you have questions. Your wheels have begun to turn once more.

[rzhavyy]

[He follows. He can see his breath on the air, but it doesn't particularly bother him; he's used to the cold. He remembers the ice, in those vague flickers, memory that's more reactions and feelings than anything concrete. The man finds them a cave, and Vidar follows; taking to the name well enough for the moment, tossing it around in the quiet of his mind. It helps a little, having something to call himself, some piece of identity.

There's a fire and he sits, fingers of flesh and metal lacing together, watching the green flame for a moment as he soaks in the heat. His blue eyes look over at the man, nodding as he tries to decide on where to start--]

What should I call you?

[Not the most pressing question, but it's a safe place to start.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki considers a new name. Certainly it'll be easier to navigate without any other unpleasant elements dogging at his heels. And yet — his name may be the last part of Asgard he has left. The only thing. ]

Loki will do.

[ He flashes the man a wolfish smile. ]

I'm surprised that was your first query.

[rzhavyy]

Loki.

[He repeats it, and there's a thoughtful look to his face for a moment. It feels old, though it's something he can't quite place, doesn't remember. But the myths are there, lost in that line between knowledge and memory.

He catches the smile, and tilts his head, a brief, quiet murmur at the words.]

It matters. [It's hard to phrase the explanation, why it was important. Pieces are coming back, but it's been so long. But labels, those seem important. More so than who the man is, even.]

You broke me out. Why?

[He's trying to pace himself, but with all the broken pieces there are a lot of pieces of information he wants, things bubbling under the surface. He's not sure the man knows all of them, but that might not keep him from asking.]

Do you know anything about me?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shrugs, completely nonchalant about breaking a man from a terrorist facility. It's not simply his tone, but everything from the way he walks to the slope of his shoulders screams a sense of unnaturalness. Like he's been cut out and pasted onto the world and everything he does will never fit the mold.

People like Bucky, Bruce Banner, even Tony Stark, they've been broken from the world. Different. Loki is jagged and makes the world more jarring. ]

I broke you out because it suited me. Is that not a better reason than having some dubious reason to use and manipulate you?

You're fortunate. Rarely do I give in to the impulse.

[ That's not entirely true. Loki is more than happy to give into his impulses, to see what comes out of it. ]

[rzhavyy]

[He watches him, carefully. He'd expected some sort of ulterior motive, some idea that he would be useful for something, some goal. He frowns, but it's only for a moment, turning thoughts over in his mind. There's sharp intelligence behind his eyes, but his mind is still a strange place. He could tell Loki was different from his handlers, and he decided that was perhaps a good thing. To his perceptions of a world mostly painted in black and grey and red, Loki's green and gold was bright as the sun.

The feeling of being seen as something other than a tool, even if it was nothing more than a momentary curiosity is strange. And the feeling it brings up in him is a strange, twisting thing. Entirely unexpected.]

I think it is better.

[It's just been a very long time since he wasn't defined by his usefulness, by what he had to offer to those that held their hands on the trigger.

And it does mean that he doesn't quite know what happens next. If Loki had a goal, that would at least be something concrete: easy to break down into pieces, into skills needed and tools. Navigating the world he's suddenly thrust into is harder and he stares at the dancing flames for a few long moments.]

It's just been a long time.

[The wipes didn't take everything from him. Just most of it; he's aware of the passage of time in a general sense, aware that he's been doing this for years, if not decades.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki hums, gazing back into the flames. Time is a looser concept for Loki. It often slips through his fingers, when no real event or moment is there to glue it together. But then there were moments when eternity just stretches itself for Loki, miles and miles with no end and he could practically choke on it, so fearful a concept. ]

For people like us, time holds no meaning. Unless we want it to.

[ It is one of the truths he had learned along the way. Do not give power to the world. Keep it to yourself. ]

[rzhavyy]

[He nods at the words. Time is a strange concept for him; he's aware of it's passing, but he isn't sure if he's ever felt connected to it. The ice, the cold, is timeless, after all. He doesn't quite smile at Loki, but there's a tilt of his head, that sharp, perceptive way that he watches him.]

Time is a strange thing.

[He's not sure how old he is, but he knows he feels older than he looks. He suspects it's the same for Loki as well. That way he seems different, a little separate from the world in a way that the man that is no-longer the Soldier doesn't entirely understand, but can perceive. Even as he's still trying to blink the cobwebs from his eyes, find a way to ground himself.]

Why did you come here?

[It wasn't for him, which meant there was something else. No one just wandered into a HYDRA base. Especially no one capable of walking out again.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki pats the scepter on his lap like an afterthought. ]

The mortals stole this from me. And it is not meant for their hands.

[ He runs his fingers down the metal with a hum. The magic calls to him, but Loki keeps it at bay. It is a siren song and he's not keen on being called back into the loop of Thanos and the Chitauri. He closes his eyes briefly, cutting it off with a spell. ]

But I do not think I will linger on Midgard. It holds no appeal for me.

[ That being said, he's loathe to give up the small company he has right now. ]

[rzhavyy]

[His eyes focus on the scepter for a moment before slipping back to Loki with a slight nod. He almost asks what it is, but there's something about the sight of it in Loki's hands, the way he touches the metal that makes it seem strange and otherworldly, and he leaves it alone. For the moment.

His use of Midgard is more interesting. The machine took his memories, but not knowledge. He knows continents and countries, and yet the reference to Midgard is strange. Something he can't quite identify, something foreign like Loki himself.]

Where will you go?

[He frowns slightly, eyebrows drawing together as he looks at Loki. He doesn't want him to leave. He doesn't really know how to be on his own, when all the world and his own lack of direction seems so overwhelming.

Loki, if nothing else, gives him footsteps to follow.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He frowns lightly. Loki did not know where to go. He barely knew how to live beyond the ravenous desires and resentments that seethe under his skin. Certainly, he would not head back to Asgard but the known Realms were not safe either. Perhaps Midgard was the best location, though it is Thor's stomping ground. But with the scepter, Loki could be safe.

( no, if you have the scepter, he'll come after you. he'll hunt you down, make you beg for pain, like he had before — )

Loki banishes the thought. ]

I suppose I do not know.

[ His grin is wry and teasing. ]

Perhaps you have a place in mind?

[rzhavyy]

[He doesn't really understand the meaning of the staff, just that it belonged to Loki and Hydra had made the mistake of taking it. So he leaves the subject alone.

He doesn't really have any place in particular in mind, but at the question he thinks, trying to reach into the recesses of his mind and pull together something. There are a few that come easy or without too much difficulty- the site of his last mission, Russian cities, but even as fractured as his memories are, he knows none of those are good for him.

It takes him a while before he can think of someplace ]

Montpellier, maybe? I was there once. I think.

[Probably to kill someone, but he leaves that part alone. Part of his brain quietly affirms that it's a city big enough that people wont remember strangers, but without the headline attraction of places like Paris or Rome. Accessible and escapable; a good place to hide.

There's an itch in the back of his mind that says he had a home once, and he'd like to find it. But even if he can remember a few flashes of colors, he can't quite put a name to it. Not yet, anyway. And logically there's no telling who might know to look for him there. Too risky.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Montpellier. Loki tastes the word on his tongue, rolling it over curiously. To Bucky, it might seem odd, even young, the way Loki's eyes glimmer over hearing something new. Finally, he nods, satisfied. Until another place comes to mind, Loki is willing to give Bucky's suggestions a chance. Though, he doubts he'll make a habit of it. Loki is not one to take the counsel of others. ]

Montpellier, it is. I suggest you rest for the night, my warrior. You'll need your strength for the trip tomorrow.

[rzhavyy]

[He watches Loki in clear interest, that spark that makes him think inexperience, which is strange. He'd had the sense that Loki was older. It makes an almost-a-smile twitch at his lips, like he doesn't quite remember how to do it anymore, even if it's more true to say that they no longer come naturally for him. Anything that he might enjoy is clearly a good decision, and at Loki's agreement, Vidar looks almost pleased with himself.

At the words, he pauses, just takes them in for a moment. He can't remember the last time the words given to him were suggestions, and not orders. ]

I could keep watch.

[For him it's almost daring, the fact that he offers something other than heartless agreement. But it's not just for show; he's not entirely certain they can't be found, and until they make it away from here tomorrow, that still seems like danger.

My warrior. He likes that. It's different from The Soldier or The Asset.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki raises his eyebrows at him, surprised at the gesture. Granted, it might be the soldier's paranoia at the idea of sleeping soundly with a stranger nearby. But that is not the feeling he senses so his lips twitch faintly in bemusement. ]

As you wish.

[ Putting the scepter down, but still within his grasp, Loki lies on his side. Sleeping is not an easy task for him, but Loki knows not to deny it. He'll need his energy for the travel and he's not keen on tapping into the scepter's magic just yet. ]

If trouble approaches, do not hesitate to wake me.

[rzhavyy]

[There's something nice about the way that Loki relents to his decision, allows him to make that choice, small as it is. He knows that before, any questioning of commands would have resulted in at best a stern reminder of his orders, and most were things much worse. So practicality aside, there's a touch of freedom to it. To participate in decisions, make choices.

He nods at Loki in agreement.]

I will.

[But for the moment he pulls his gun into a position better suited to fast action, if needed. Shifting into a sentry position with a good line of sight to the mouth of the cave, ready to wait out the night, keeping watch over the man that had saved him.

But sometimes, his gaze slides away from the lines of approach to the sight of the dark-haired man as he lays on his side. Interesting, curious, and magnetic. Different from anyone he can remember encountering. He thinks he likes that.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ When Loki awakens, his fingers immediately find metal and cling to it. Reality bleeds through his sleep as he slowly straightens himself, brushing away any dirt and dust from his clothes. Disgusting. But bearable for now. Loki runs a hand through his hair, straightening any wayward curls before turning his attention to Bucky. ]

Montpellier. It is time.

[rzhavyy]

[He watches Loki as he stirs. The way lashes flutter to reveal the sharpness of his eyes and how his fingers go for the scepter like his own might for a knife or a gun. He watches him until Loki turns his attention to him, and the soldier shoulders the gun and slides up to his feet.]

There were no disturbances.

[It's habit, reporting in, but his tone is shifting slightly, not quite so cold, a little more human than when he first followed Loki out into the snow.]

Sooner we get away from the area the better.

[Voice low, but a nod in quiet agreement.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki acknowledges all of this with a authoritative tilt of his head. Rising from the position, Loki lets his armor fade away into proper clothing. A tailored suit with a scarf dangling around his neck. He clicks his tongue at Bucky's clothes before doing the same for him with a flick of his fingers, the golden threads tugging at the fabric, replacing it with something better. Then he lets his magic spread out, finding a suitable location for them to arrive in. With the image fixed in his mind, Loki extends his hand. ]