Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

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It started about a few months ago. Loki needed to relax after making the mistake of spending his winter holidays with his 'family' (which ended in another spectacular fight with Odin that resulted in one broken window and a lost snow globe Loki has thrown through said broken window), but his normal esthetician was booked solid for the next year and couldn't fit him in outside of his own pre-scheduled appointments no matter how much money he offered to throw at her. Wanda was the best in the city, probably the whole country, so it made sense, but there's still the issue of Loki needing something to relieve his tension so he didn't strangle his paralegals. The thought crossed his mind of setting up a tindr profile for a quick fuck, but he isn't in law school anymore and that was just a disaster waiting to happen.



Wanda saves him from making a bad decision by texting him the information for another technician she helped train. She claims he's new, but very talented, which he figures will do in a pinch. The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full salon under new management. Despite the clunky UI, he's able to schedule an appointment for a basic manicure the very next day with the young man Wanda had told him about.

Casey is a nice young man. Not anywhere as skilled as Wanda, but his nails come out looking acceptable with their basic black polish and the hand massage he gets to begin with is utterly divine. He doesn't go into detail about his family problems, but the other gets the gist that the holidays were strained and is more than willing to play the oh-so-important role of listening ear even if his platitudes do ring a little hollow.

When the appointment is over, Casey hands him a card for a free deep conditioning treatment or 30 minute shoulder massage.

"These are really just for family and friends," he explains, "but you really seem like you need something to help you relax." He thinks about declining, but decides it isn't polite and takes the card anyway before handing the young man a $400 tip.

The stern looking woman at the front desk gives him a serious look as Casey nearly passes out in the background. "I'm going to be checking those to make sure they're real."

"But of course, I would expect nothing less." His usual winning smile does nothing to lighten her glare as she rings him out. She asks if he wants to use the card to schedule something today. Why not? It's a charming establishment and he has some free time coming up.

The masseuse the card is good for, Bee, is apparently booked solid for the next month, but the stylist, Mobius, just had a cancellation in the following week that fit perfectly in his schedule.

That appointment was the beginning of the end for Loki.

So in he walks six months later, having ditched his normal high-end stylist for a middle-aged man who looks like he works in a cubicle rather than a up-and-coming salon. It isn't his normally scheduled appointment, but his cases have been crazy and Thor just left for his "journey of self-discovery" aka backpacking across Europe, so all of Odin's attention is now on his youngest.

Joy.

If Loki were the sentimental type, he'd think it a shame that the lobby area of a salon is more comfortable for him than his childhood home.

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"What?" Loki can't keep the surprise from his voice this time. "Spend money...I don't mind spending money on my friend, but that's not..." He tries to think what Mobius might mean. He tips well, but that's because he can and he appreciates the services he's given. He offered to pay for Mobius hotel room and any suit alterations, but that was so the other didn't incur any expenses for what was essentially doing Loki a favor.

Wait. Rich guy spending money on someone, showering them with gifts and trips and...oh.

"OH! No! No, Mobius." Loki is very VERY glad Sylvie left the room because he's sure his face is bright red. "That was not my intention, I apologize if you...I mean if you want that kind of relationship, I know people who--and absolutely no judgement--I--shit."

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"...Okay! Okay, if you're sure--if you're sure, then, sure, yes, I believe you!" He gives a laugh, both nervous and relieved. "You just...invited a guy who's done your hair a couple times to go on an all-expense-paid trip to another country to meet your parents at a political gala? As your..."

Hm. Does he say the word? Loki used the word. That he needed a date, that he was looking for a date. But maybe just colloquially?

"Date." Just to put a little emphasis on the word.

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"Well, it's been more than a couple of times, it's been at least 6 months now..."

"I..." Loki sighs, resting his head in the hand not holding his phone. "I just thought it would be nice to spend more time with you. I'm sorry. You don't have to come." He's made a right mess of this whole thing, hasn't he?

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"I didn't say I wouldn't go! I think...I mean, I think it's very nice, and, I'm flattered, and um...bewildered? But in a good way." Probably? Probably! "You like me enough to want me along as your date? My haircuts aren't that great."

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"I didn't invite you because of your hair cuts." Loki sound exasperated, but in an oddly good natured way.

"Events like these are so common and tedious for me, I didn't even think of it as...a big deal?" But of course it would be to Mobius, who wasn't raised in a big mansion with a politician father, who didn't learn from a young age how to glide through a crowd so that all eyes were on him. Had he even been out of the country before?

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"Oh." Somehow it not being a big deal is kind of...disappointing? Is this not a big deal, then? It's not a big deal. "It is. To me. But I'll try not to act that way. Tourist keeping his head down. Won't cause you any trouble. If that's what you expect? Maybe I'm not sure what to expect, entirely."

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"Wait," Loki's head shoots up, "does that mean you'll come?"

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"I've got some vacation time I can burn. It'll be a nice trip with someone who's pretty interesting. I might as well, you know?" See? Calm and chill and just a vacation and not a date.

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Interesting? Mobius thinks he's interesting?

He can't quite keep the excitement out of his voice. "Amazing! I'll get the rooms and tickets booked--and please, cause as much trouble as you wish. Low profile is not needed." If anyone tries to cause problems for him because he looks like a tourist, Loki will personally end them.

"Oh! If you want to take in more than the gala, we can spend another day or two. I can show you around the city."

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"Well..." Loki's so excited. He...wow. He really wanted Mobius to come, huh? "I mean, I'd like to see as much of your home as you're willing to show me. It's been a while since I've... Actually, uh, let me just ask, is--so I'm your date to this thing, we've established. But am I your date? Or just your plus one?"

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"Ah, well..." Don't mess this up again, Odinson! "Which would you prefer?"

He went in to this thinking of it as just two friends going to a party together, but the more he thought about it, the more he realizes he wants more than just that. But he can't do that to Mobius, not after springing the invitation on him in the first place.

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If there's a significant, anxiety-inducing silence on the other end, it's just because Mobius is holding his breath in his own anxiety over the question. Which would he prefer? That feels like an extremely loaded question.

Eventually, an audible exhale. "I think...that maybe let's just see where this goes." Maybe that's a copout answer. Date is not off the table. It makes his chest start doing a samba. But on the other hand: "Most people start with coffee or dinner or something a hell of a lot smaller, you know."

Unless. Unless. "Would you like to go get coffee?"

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"Yes." Loki answers just maybe a bit too quickly. No matter. He clears his throat and, in a much calmer voice, tries his response again. "Yes. That would be lovely. When are you free?"

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"How about I work around your schedule, lawyer. Gala's a vacation unless we decide otherwise, and this is..."

Chest, samba. Been a while since he's been on a date. "You really are sure about me, huh? Any recommendations for places to go? I'll even treat us."

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More sure than he has been about anything in a long time, but he can't say that so he just ignores that question.

"There's a lovely place called Hawk's Nest coffee, I'll send you the address. I don't have any lunch plans tomorrow if you're free around noon?"

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"Okay." Mentally runs through his calendar... "Okay! Yeah, that sounds great. Lunch tomorrow. Noon. Coffee. Hawk's Nest. I've heard of it. You'll even get to see me out of my smock and in normal clothes for once."

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"Sounds great." Their conversation draws to an abrupt close after that as Sylvie enters their office to tell him their client is there for a meeting. Loki promises again to meet Mobius at the appointed time and place before hanging up and quickly texting him the address before going about his business.

The rest of the day passes quickly, as the following morning. Before Loki knows it, he's in front of the cafe, hair slicked back and heart pounding. He grabs a table in the back corner and waits, pretending to tap idly on his phone all the while.

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It's thankfully not some super upscale swanky place, or Mobius would have some second thoughts. As it is, it's just a coffeeshop, and he almost doesn't spot Loki at all, tucked away as he is.

"Hey," his greeting for slipping into a seat opposite. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting."

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"Not at all." Loki smiles at Mobius as he sits. Seeing him not wearing his usual smock is a little weird, but in a good way.

"How has your day been?"

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It better be a good way, those things are hardly fashionable. "Quiet, thankfully. I admit I've been fretting about what to wear on our little trip, though."

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Loki waves a hand. "Oh, don't worry about that. As long as you have a suit for the gala and a warm coat for sight seeing, you'll be fine."

Speaking of, Loki needs to figure out what he's wearing. Should they coordinate? Would that be too much?

"Shall we order? I wanted to wait for you."

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...Hm. Warm coat. That one he might need to look into better. "How warm is warm?" He should, perhaps, research the country and its weather this time of year! Hm.

"Yeah, my treat. That's not an excuse to go overboard," he says jokingly. Maybe Loki does that; he's got the money for it. But Mobius wants to be the one paying for a first date.

Because this is actually a date! He's pretty sure!

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"It will be early fall, so roughly...January weather in this area?" The cold never bothered Loki as much as it had others, something that has only become more pronounced since he moved away from his home country. Even in the coldest parts of winter in the city, he won't wear more than a thin wool peacoat and maybe gloves if Sylvie forces them on him.

He smiles as they stand to go to the counter. He frequents here enough that he doesn't need to look over the menu board above the shelves of coffee beans and sugary syrups.

"Oh, so no 24k gold latte?" Not that this cafe even has such a thing on the menu. He tells the barista his order, a small mocha with two extra shots of espresso and extra vanilla.

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"Hm, might need a whole new wardrobe at this rate." It's a joke. He's joking. Do not buy him a new wardrobe.

"No gold latte, but you sure are a glutton for caffeine, aren't you?" Mobius is one to talk, if one has ever taken notice of his sugary caffeinated soda intake, but at least his hazelnut latte doesn't have any extra shots of anything in it. And a chocolate eclair thank you. It's lunchtime, he needs a nibble. "It's a wonder you don't bounce off the walls."

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"This is nothing. In law school I could down five shots and still fall asleep in the library at noon." Amongst other chemical stimulants on both sides of the legal spectrum.

It is very VERY hard to not offer to buy Mobius a closet full of clothes, but yesterdays conversation keeps him from it. Well, almost. Sorta.

"I know a few stores that have good winter clothes. Actual good winter clothes," he clarifies. "Not sweaters that fall apart halfway through the season. We could...if you want to, that is."