![]() You draw this routine duty from some thin strand of bureaucratic connection between us, some chain of dull organization. The delight stretched further across Loki's face as he put it together. “I know, right? Rocket can't command a rat out of a paper bag.” Dey grinned back on reflex, then tried to straighten his face back into the proper stony gaze of law enforcement. “And here the little one told me he was in charge.” He looked up at the tall ceiling of his quarters, squinting thoughtfully against the brilliant magelights he kept floating high in morphing constellations. “You don't refer to that Quill?” Loki couldn't resist a grin, delighted at the change in what he knew. “ Their boss?” He considered the images he saw, the blur of reddish leather alongside the rest. ![]() “Their boss ripped off someone's warship for giggles. They're listed on your file as known associates, so.” He cleared his throat, unable to stop talking. ![]() “Uh.” The corpsman picked up the pair of datapads and moved back to start shuffling awkwardly around the room in a half-hearted visual search. Loki shrugged and leaned back, still sedate. “Do me a favor and don't tell the Prime I left that where you could see.” “That's Corp information, you're not supposed to be reading it.” He winced. These others are also on your check-up list?”ĭey jumped as if goosed and swore, dropping the pad he was using on top of the other one to cover it up. A smile touched the corner of his lips at the quick flashes of blurry security images. There were operational codes attached to it that he didn't know. Ensuring our noses are clean and our fingernails trimmed.” Yes, there was something in the stream he recognized – some sort of general law enforcement alert regarding an assault and a felony theft. Acting as our parole officer, so to speak. “Morality checks on the galaxy's malcontents. Something there was catching his eye and he read as quickly as he could, despite the information being upside down and moving fast. He flicked a hand at Dey, still looking down at the other datastreams. “How do you mean, sir?” Dey cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. ![]() Are such things your typical assignation?” He kept his tone conversational even as he scanned some of the other pads and documents that the officer left astray on the desk in front of him. The man's thumbs fidgeted as Loki slouched further in his seat. He smiled evenly, clasping his hands together as the pudgy Xandarian corpsman fretted with his device. Then he dropped both his elbows to the surface of the hardwood desk with a soft thump, the gesture muffled by the still-Earthly black cotton jacket he'd chosen to come to Asgard in. Loki waved the minor inconvenience off, not letting on he'd heard the rest. ![]() “Not really supposed to be messing with Asgard, either.” Not supposed to be messing around with Earth and all that for just a routine check.” The corpsman looked down at the pad, his next words muttered uncomfortably to himself. Thanks for comin' to Asgard for this, by the way. It's just procedure.” Corpsman Rhomann Dey looked up from the pad at him, eyes furrowed together apologetically under remarkably bushy brows. He could have easily drawn someone far more stolid and unpleasant. It's not as if they let just anyone into a prince's chambers around here.” He kept his voice light, and why not? The man was a harmless bumbler, set to a drudgery task. You don't need a machine to speak for you. It was clear that the Nova Corp officer was set on waiting for the device's scans to tell him the obvious. There was a durable, thick datapad clasped in the Xandarian man's stubby hands, and the eyes were squinting studious under the mop of curly reddish hair. Loki leaned back against the fine chair of golden wood and silvery steel, watching the stocky Corpsman pace back and forth across the wide expanse of his private Asgardian quarters. “We're sorry, okay? It was just a dumb little horse.” “What's so important about that stupid thing anyway? I've got better toys.” You didn't have to slam me into the wall!” ![]()
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