Life Hacks/Recruit Loki’s help to get the police on your side on this matter
Ok then, it’s settled. You just need to find an appropriate door to use for Loki’s knocker. Taking one look at the front door to the police station though, it does not look all that appropriate, beings it is made of glass. You suppose it might work… but there is just something that doesn’t quite seem right about doing it that way.
Since you don’t feel right doing it this way, instead you just walk through the front door and are greeted with the sounds of light activity and voices as several officers and other government workers charged with clerical tasks bustle about the back area while performing their daily tasks. There is a reception desk, but there is no-one behind it. You figure someone might notice you soon if you just walk up to it, but you have other things you need to do before that. You reach into your sleeve again and into your infinity pocket and give the duck a squeeze. With a few more motions, the light din of activity in the back comes to a silence, leaving you just standing there in the florescent light of a stuffy tile-floored room with various office supplies adorning the walls and desks placed in oddly cozy but less than perfectly efficient locations throughout the room.
Ok then, time to find an appropriate door. After a little bit of looking, you manage to locate what appears to be the heavy door to some emergency stairs. You figure that will do, and you quickly walk up to it and reach into your sleeve once again, pulling out the old brass knocker. You stick it up on the door, and it seems to stay in place of its own accord. You hesitate slightly that you are going to be bugging him for something like this, but at the same time the need to smooth over the situation that your boner got you into pushes you forward as you knock 3 times, an action that said boner seems to be quite happy about.
At this point, the heavy looking door with a pull handle on it seems to suddenly begin swinging open of its own accord, opening inward contrary to the arrangement of the hinges and the handle. With everything else that has already happened today, that is just a minor oddity. What DOES take you aback a little bit though is what you see on the other side of the door. It is something that you have seen games or some particularly fantasy driven movies do several times in the past from the other side of a screen, but somehow seeing it in real life just leaves you momentarily stunned as you look through the door onto a space that has no right to be attached to the dingy office space you are currently standing in. As a matter of fact, you ought to have completely 100% expected this, but still it takes your poor brain a little bit of effort to process this absurdity. The absurd sight in question is a massive, and very lavishly decorated hallway. Something you would expect out of some feudal castle, if the king in question had modern construction techniques available. Before you, just on the other side of the door from where you are standing, is a massive, you could probably even say "cavernous" hallway that leaves you feeling like an insignificant bug just to walk into. The floor appears to be fine polished white marble with a wide crimson rug, or rather you should probably call it a carpet, stretching the entire length of the massive space to a large set of finely carved wooden doors on the far side.
Perhapse it is your boner hungrily craving the easy access to young Billy’s very trusting and conveniently provided pussy in your illicit pursuits, but you find yourself shrugging off the lavish sight and pushing on through, stepping through the passage into a hallway that looks like it belongs in a museum. In fact, it might as well be a museum in onto itself. This truly cavernous space seems to feature a high vaulted ceiling that seem almost as if it is tall enough to fit a 2 story house inside of this hallway, and every facet of the vaulted design seems to be painted with a beautiful vividly colored relief from Norse mythology with striking and beautiful deep greens depicting nature, blues for the sky that seem so vivid you can get sucked into them, and the striking white and crimson used to portray the "common nobles" even seems to have an almost life-like realism to it, and it is all outlayed in a shimmering gold that tells you it is probably using the real precious metal to achieve this effect.
The murals all over the ceiling are not the half of it even. Bringing your gaze to a more down-to-earth level, tracing your eyes down the fine mahogany walls inlayed with ebony, gold, and marble, you start to take in the statues of various Norse gods spaced out about every five feet. It is odd how such beautiful and well crafted objects could fail to stand out until you finally see them, but after that it seems like they are almost the only thing you can see. It likely helps the effect that they are not carved in the ostentatiously bright golds and vivid colors of the reliefs on the ceiling, or even the bold red and white of the carpet on marble of the floor. Rather, they each seem to be carved from a single piece of some strange black stone. The effect of this design choice is that after your attention has been drawn about the more ostentatious designs in this space, you then notice these statues witch seem to be cut from a piece of the night, and this mysterious draw that they seem to have makes you feel as though your soul is being sucked into the cold dark stone as you look at the faces of the proud warriors from the court of Oden's family and favored elite from throughout Asgard.
You find yourself chuckling inwardly as you are actually able to identify each statue as you look at it by name. You haven’t studied Nors Mythology much yourself, but as you look down a row of statues you easily identify Eir, Freija, and Frigg, chuckling a bit to yourself that it is those goddesses of healing, marriage, and motherhood that jumped out to you so quickly. Looking back the way you came, you notice that the doors you came through had closed at some point. It is at this moment you realize you are actually standing at the junction of what appears to be a T intersection in the hallway. At the end of each hall way is a set of identical doors, all of witch are huge compared to the hallway door you came through from the police station to arrive in this space that any fine art appreciator would kill for the rights to gain access to. Making sense of the design, you reason that the two doors facing each other likely lead to one side or the other of the door witch you came through to get here. That would mean the door at the end of the leg of the T is the one that you want. You feel like a horny bastard for being so easily able to brush off these amazing works of art in order to focus on the goal of continuing on toward Loki’s room, but somehow those impure objectives also make you all the more hesitant to proceed. Is it really right to be bugging him so that you can live out some perverse and depraved fantasy? Well, he seemed friendly enough toward you before, and then there was quite a bit of sex in those old Norse tales, so you don’t think he should get TOO upset, but still…. Oh well, you are here already right? Steeling yourself, you stride straight to the doors and, noting the orientation of the hinges, pull them open.
Loki's apartment, in stark contrast to his hallway, appears to be a large, modern apartment. You could probably have gotten along just fine with stepping into this place under normal conditions, but after having just been in such a lavish corridor before coming here and having your expectations built up, you are quite frankly taken aback by the admittedly up-scale but comparatively down-to-earth living space. If there is a mental equivalent to whip-lash, you have most certainly experienced it from this short journey.
As for the apartment itself, it is preternaturally clean, with an open floor plan. The entire front and side walls consist of full height windows looking out into an idyllic temperate rain forest as seen from above complete with a spectacular waterfall. The view gives the impression that the apartment is protruding from a cliff. The furniture is modern and minimalist, but with an excellent sense of order and Feng shui. There seems to be a theme to the space, with the furniture consisting of predominantly stainless steel, glass, and suede. The color pattern is limited to black, white, and red, with black taking the most prominent role.
The kitchen area to your right seems almost sci-fi, and opens immediately to a dining area on the far right of the large room. Loki's dining table is a glass tabletop with an actual babbling brook encased in the glass floating above a disc of stainless steel. The dining chairs are similarly floating above stainless steel discs, and the black suede upholstered cushions seem luxurious and inviting. In the center of the room looking out toward the forest is a similarly floating sofa and chair set. There appears to be no television in this living area, but the window just in front of the sofa looks a little off, allowing you to make the assumption that it is, in fact, the television. Beyond the window is the outer deck which is predominantly filled with an infinity pool. Just to your left is a room that you presume to be the bathroom, and on the far left another that is likely the bedroom. Just beside the bedroom is a work space where Loki sits manipulating holographic code in a manner not at all unlike that seen in the Wonder Comics movie Steel Man in the work space of genius billionaire playboy and inventor Thad Stearn.
As a god of chaos you find it a bit unnerving that his residence is such a tribute to order.
"Have a seat Xander," says Loki without looking up from his work. "I'll be right with you." You make your way to his sofa and take a seat. As it is floating like all of his furniture you half expect the couch to dip down when you add your weight, but you sense no more give than any other sofa as you take your seat. "I just need to finish . . . where the fuck did you go? Come out, come out, wherever you - AH HA! Found you, you sneaky little . . . just gotta route the subroutine around your sneaky little ass . . . and . . . no good. Damn, thought I had it." Loki suddenly spins around in his floating chair. "So, that didn't take long. What's the issue? Did you miss me?"
"Um, I wouldn't bother you," you reply, "it's just that . . . well?"
"More questions?"
“I guess, kinda. It’s just… there was something I wanted to try and do that I think you are the only one with the permissions to do this.”
“Oh?” He says with a momentary bit of thought. “Lemme guess, you want to change the law or public opinion on some issue?”
“Eh.. he he...” you nervously try to laugh it off. He certainly seems to have seen through you rather easily on this one.
“So then, what exactly are you trying to do?” He asks, “loosen everyone’s sexual proclivities a bit so that you can take any bitch on the street?”
“No! No. Nothing like that… well… I mean...” Yeah, you may have not been going that far, but loosening the attitudes about something was on the list, and the end goal about it was indeed to get you dick into a pussy.
“Oh, do tell,” he says, “what exactly DO you mean...” He seems to have a rather suggestive smile at this. Yeah, there is no way you are hiding your ultimate intentions from this one.
“Uhh… well...” you him and haw, “well… there was this kid I found. They ran away from home and they want to live with me, but I think there are quite a few people who might have a problem with that. The police especially.”
“Ahh… I see...” he muses. “Ok, I think I could address this issue pretty easily. So, were we talking you wanted to adopt this kid, or just have them spend a few nights with you?”
“Ahh… well…”
What DO you want?
Something reasonable
- You want her to be your daughter
- You want her to be your step-sister
- You just want her to unofficially live with you
Something wild
Infinity Pocket
Loki controls the local area.
