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cuttingremark) wrote2021-12-21 11:17 am
Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst
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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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.
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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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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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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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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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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"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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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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"Hey," his greeting for slipping into a seat opposite. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting."
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"How has your day been?"
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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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"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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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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"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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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."
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That Loki is careful in his wording is...interesting. Because for as much as they've talked, there does seem to be something of a barrier in communication. Blind spots, maybe? This is a date, going to visit the family is not? Or perhaps is but no one wants to admit it?
"We could." He hasn't needed anything too much lately. Clothes are clothes, and so long as they aren't full of holes, it's fine. But a fine winter coat might be nice. A new suit, one that looks acceptable among the upper crust? Maybe. Is social status going to be a problem? Loki's indicated not, but Mobius isn't exactly certain that Loki would know, precisely. "Wouldn't be opposed to it. I like getting some tips and tricks from you on things not hair related."
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"Better not have been crashing, with everything else in my blood at the time." Loki mutters before taking a sip. Law school was rough, he was determined to not just graduate, but graduate top of his class, thinking it would show Odin what he was worth. Ha.
"Well, if this outfit is any indication, you clearly already know how to dress yourself quite well." Loki gives him an easy smile, slipping more and more into the comfortable flirtation he enjoys with friends.
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As far as the flirting, though, that gets a self-conscious laugh out of Mobius, a rub to the back of the head. "Well, I wasn't gonna show up in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops." Casual, sure, but not too casual. "But I also feel like I should never actually show you my closet lest I be judged and judged harshly."
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"Oh, it can't be that bad. As long as you don't try to wear socks with those thongs, I don't see a problem." Having learned the language from a British teacher, Loki tends to favor that side of the pond when it comes to slang terms. Normally he can keep the more troublesome ones straight, but sometimes...
Or maybe he just wants to see Mobius' reaction to the word 'thong.'
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"Well this is certainly better than when I mixed up the slang term for cigarettes my first year. The English language is a scourge. Words common to one country should not be so drastically different in another."
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