A Royal Pain [Tag: Jim]

Another day aimlessly strolling around, another day just simply letting time go by. The small teen boredly watched the big crowds of people making their way through the marketplace, more yelling and complaining than trading and doing their buissness. Well, it was a stressful day, with barely any room left to breathe amongst the annoyed and exahusted people, and the cruel sun wasn't making it any more bearable either.

The trickster let out a sigh, for the moment comfrotably seated ontop of a barrel in a shadowed corner and munching away on the sweet fruit he'd gotten himself. Today just was one of those day where he couldn't find anything to entertain himself with, and even while he had a buffe of people to rob laid out in front of him, Loki didn't find any of them worth stealing from. Well, it's not like he needed to anyway right now, he had enough to get by a couple of days more.

His green eyes perked up slightly though as he spotted someone of a little more interesst walk past the rest, with an air of confidence and authority around him. Meh, should be good enough for now, Loki smirked to himself, swiftly jumping off his spot and dissapearing out of sight among the crowd. As he reached the much taller and bigger teen than himself, he merely kept his gaze forward, not reaction whatsoever as he slipped passed the other brunette and continued on his way, now with a pocket full of money.

Violet blue eyes gazed over the market stands, taking in the sights of the goods and materials. He had been searching today for anything new in the marketplace today. Something new that either the kitchen staff or servants could use in their duties back at the castle. New interesting foods that would spark the taste buds of his sister and Queen. He wasn't sure if he should call her cousin and such. After all he was a bastard Targaryen. Though he didn't care much of his title as such. His eyes glanced around the crowds among the streets of the market place, wondering to himself what life he had rather preferred. The life living in a castle or outside of the castle with the commoners.

Jim preferred life outside of the castle much more due to his past life before moving to this area. Sure he gathered multiple secrets from other royals and kept them for safe keeping unless he told his sister his news. But the life wasn't full of sunshine. Especially with royals that were thinking quite alot about the throne, angry that the Targaryen House had taken the throne again after their past. And their thoughts wee definitely circling around murdering and getting rid of the House for good. That included Jim and Kida since if something ever happened to the Queen, one of them would take over.

He sighed heavily as he shook his head of such thoughts, trying to focus on the market place more. Losing yourself in such crowded areas always had consequences. Jim felt something slip past him and immediately felt the emptiness of his pocket. "Speak of the devil." he grumbled under his breath as he glanced forward, noticing a small male in his forward direction. "Never pickpocket from another." Jim murmured under his breath, taking notice of how the smaller male's pace seemed to be odd than the rest of the crowds. A devilish smirk appeared upon his lips as he zipped along through the crowds towards the male. He quickly swerved into one of the alleys of the market place, making his way around the mazes of alleys till he found the right one. His eyes brightened at the sight of the male heading straight past the entrance to the alley, before reaching out at the moment the teen had gotten close to passing it. Jim pulled the male into the alley out of people's view by the scruff of his clothes and slamming him into the wall.

He kept the male against the wall with his hand against the male's shoulder, with the male facing him. "I would like to have back what was mine." Jim remarked to the male in a chilly yet amused tone. He tilted his head at the smaller male, thinking that the male had been brave yet foolish to pickpocket from him.

Woah, that guy's pretty loaded, Loki thought contently to himself, not even needing to count the amount of money he now had hidden underneeth his cloak. The weight of the moneybag was more than enough of a give away. Now I can feast for a week, he smiled to himself smugly, failing to notice the approaching danger as he walked passed the alley.

He only had time to widen his eyes in surprise when he felt someone suddenly grabb hold of him, and quietly hissed under his breathe as he was slammed up against a wall. Blinking once, the trickster merely gave his 'attacker' a blank look as he turned his head up, quirking an eyebrow as he immediately recognize the guy he just stole from.
"Yours?" he repeated, as if not understanding what the older teen was talking about. Maybe I should be alarmed here, he absently thought to himself, titling his head slightly as he took Jim's appearances in. Not everyday someone actually notices they've been robbed by me.
And perhaps that was the reason Loki wasn't as bored anymore.

Jim's smirk faltered a bit as the male just gave him a blank look before quirking an eyebrow at him. This guy have any emotions at all? Jim thought to himself, a bit irked with someone giving him such an expression. He rolled his eyes a bit at the male's question, knowing that he had been perfectly clear with his statement before. Was the male seriously acting dumb or was he really such? Though Jim would bet that the male was just acting. Even though the teen had been dumb enough to steal from him. Jim scowled a bit as he leaned his hand more harder onto the teen's shoulder against the wall.

"Don't play dumb. Give back my money. If you're going to pickpocket, at least try to cover it up more easily." Jim scoffed slightly, quirking an eyebrow at the male. Or at least get out of his sight so he didn't get a perfect idea of who took from him. If it hadn't been for that and the male's odd pace, Jim wouldn't have known that it had been the boy. "Cough it up."

Apparently, Loki's lack of reaction or any meotion whatsoever only pissed the older teen off, which in turn only the the whole situation more amusing for the trickster. He grunetd lowly in discomfort as the hold on him tightend and was pressed even harder agaisnt the wall. But instead of tryng to break free or even voicing out soem sort of protest, the theif just smirked smugly up at his captor.

"Guess I'm to accustomed to dumb people," he snickerd, letting the back of his head rest agaisnt the wall lazily. "Been a good while since i ran into someone with braincells, or with observations skills," he added casually with a half shrugg.
"But I'll be keeping it anyway, thank you," he smiled sweetly, patting the hand holding him in place in a friendly manner.

Jim quirked his eyebrow at the male's comment, a bit unsure if he should take that as a positive or negative thing for him. It would mean that the male had though of him dumb in the beginning. "Bravo. You guessed me as one of those daft idiots wrongly." Jim commented with a slight sneer. He chuckled a bit as the male had remarked that it had been such a while since he ran into someone with brain cells. "You stole from a...renounced pickpocket." Jim added with a slight shrug of his shoulders. But the male wouldn't have known that.

His eyes narrowed at the male when he refused to give back his money pouch. His gaze traveled over the younger male, Jim gave the male a devilish smirk. "I'll freaking strip search you in this alley. Right here. Right now if you don't." Jim threatened the male in a sly tone, not hesitating at saying such. He wasn't afraid to do so.

The smile didn't falter from his face, he stilled looked all happy and unbothered, even with the big risk of getting his ass kicked anytime soon. Wouldn't be the first time for that anyway, and he'll probably manage to sneak away before it gets too bad.
He did however, look a little taken aback when he was informed to having to stolen from a renounced pickpocket, and couldn't help the small snort of both amusment and slightly disbelief. Well, that would explain why older so easily noticed he was robbed.
"And what a great pickpocket you must've been then, leading to the wealthy life you have now," he mocked, not caring in the leats about guy's backstory or whatever. Just gave Loki yet another reason to refuse returning him the money. "Guess you're not to found of sharing huh," he added slyly.

Loki's eyebrow shot up slighty then at Jim's threat, still not exactly worried or botherd much but more... entertained? Was this guy alctually for real? He cast a glance out the alley, fully aware that no one would see or espacilly hear them over all the noise if a struggle or fight where to take place. What actually made the whole thing funnier, was the older's threat actually being serious.
"You're quite the desperate type," he said flatly, his lips twitchign a little as he fought to hold back a fit of giggles. "With all the money you still have, it'd be no problem for you to find someone else to strip and stick it in."
The hand that had been patting Jim's arm then sensually began to move upwards, until it found it's way behind the older's neck and pulled him down towards Loki's face. "At least you're not bad looking," he purred, before quickly ducking down and then roughly hitting Jim's jaw with the top of his head. He took his small chance to slip away from the wall, and moved to run out from the alley.

Jim raised an eyebrow at the sight of the male's smile, finding the male's blank expression a bit more welcoming. Now he just looked a bit crazy, seeming un-bothered by the prospect that Jim would scorch his ass for this. His violet blue eyes blazed with fury as the young male had mocked him about being such a great pick pocket and having such a wealthy life due to the money pouch amount. How dare this kid judge him so! "No. I am not fond of sharing. Especially money which doesn't belong to me!" Jim quickly growled, pressing harder against the male's shoulder. "And you really judge someone just that quickly? You know nothing about me. My family. Anything. Just like I know nothing about your ass." If the younger male was really paying close attention to the male, he could definitely see literal flames shining in the male's violet blue eyes. "That money was trusted to me by good people. Go pickpocket someone else." he growled lowly in a warning tone.

His eyebrow twitched a bit as the male seemed to be amused by his threat. "Don't think I'd do it?" he scowled darkly, his eyes narrowing down at the smaller male. Before his eyes widened at the male's statement, but Jim didn't seemed surprise much by it, an amused smirk already forming upon his lips."Oh? You thought I wanted to fuck you? Seems like you wish for quite the unattainable." Jim remarked back to Loki, giving him a sickly sweet smile. Though he immediately tensed as he felt the male's hand moved up his arm sensually to the back of his neck. And Jim suddenly felt him himself pulled down to Loki's face. The male wasn't bad looking either. "Not bad yourself." Jim did quite took a liking to the male's striking dark green eyes. He could even see a lighter green hue mixed with a little bronze around the male's pupil. Very striking indeed. Like Emeralds.

He shouldn't have lost his concentration so easily and let his guard down for that slim moment. Jim immediately cursed under his breath as the male ducked down and roughly hit Jim's jaw with his head as he slipped away from the wall, to the direction of the exit of the alley. "That fucking hurt!" Jim hissed out, one hand holding his jaw while the other quickly reached out and snatched the brat by his cloak and yanking him down to the ground. He spit out some blood before quickly stomping on the male's stomach to make sure he stays down. "Really thought you'd get away? Pathetic." Jim growled before getting down on top of the male, sitting on top of him to prevent him from escaping as he glared down at him. Jim then started to strip at the male's clothes, starting with that blasted cloak of the male's. Once he wrenched the male's cloak off, he began to work on the male's shirt. "Next time You best heed warnings."

Guess today was just turning out to be one of those days.
Loki could only let out a gasp as his breathe caught in his thoat when Jim snatched him back by his cloak, hitting the ground with a loud thud. The hit to his head made the world spin for him a couple of seconds, and out of reflex closed his eyes, only to shot them wide open as the older stomped on his stomach. Oh great, even more bruises to add in the still growing collection, he mentally rolled his eyes, coughing as he weakly tried to remove the damn foot holding him down. It was at times liek these he really dislked having the body structure of a twig.
"Yeah, as pathetic it is to cry and whine over what a complete stranger says," he spat back, that cocky smirk still intact even at his current position.
Contrary to what the older teen had said, Loki hadn't judge him over anything, just simply worderd whatever he thought like saying at that moment. Some people are just so overly sensetive.

''Good people, bad people... what's the fucking difference in the end.''

The smirk was replaced with a look of alarm however when the older instead got on top of him, leaving Loki no way to crawl or slip away again. The guy had actually been serious? Even more than Loki had thought apparnetly!
"Woah-HEY!" he hissed, his legs now wrigglign wildely and arms desperatly trying to keep his shirt on as the other wasted no time on trying to do just the opposite of that. Casting a quick glance over at his discared cloak, he then glared right into the violet blues of the teen sitting ontop of him. Now the theif was actually pissed off. Maybe a little a firghtend, but his growing anger and irritation were currently blinding every other emotion. Now he's defentily not going to return the damn money pouch, he needed it more than suck-ups like the molester here anyway.

"Where's the fun in that," he sneered, clawing furisouly at Jim's hands, sadly no match when it came to strengh, and this guy here was way stronger than he looked. And Loki's stubbornes wasn't of much help either in this case, he was as good as half naked now.
Well, not like the other brunette would find his belvoed money anway.

"Words fucking burn no matter who the person is." Jim growled out as he stopped for a moment, glaring down at the male. For bloody sakes, he had gotten used to being called bastard by others. Though it still had burned when he had been way younger. He gritted his teeth at the sight of the cocky grin that the male still wore upon his lips. Jim didn't have to explain himself anymore to the brat below him. All he wanted was that money pouch. He didn't want to disappoint the kitchen staff and servants. It had been their money that they sweated everyday for. So Jim wasn't definitely going to let this guy take all that away from them. Even if he did need it.

He sneered darkly as he took notice of the male's look of alarm, feeling the male's legs kick around and his hands desperately trying to keep his shirt on. "I see that you finally took notice of your predicament." he chuckled a bit as the male glanced over at the discarded cloak before glaring back up at Jim. Well looks like someone was pissed. Join the club, Jim thought to himself as he struggled with getting the male's shirt off. "Damn you squirm too much." Jim muttered under his breath as the male continued to claw furiously at his hands, cringing only a bit. "Who cares if there's fun. Don't you even recognize that you're in trouble?" Jim scowled, shaking his head at the male's stupid logical remark. Jim struggled with the shirt a bit longer before successfully pulling it off the struggling male. He froze instantly though at the sight of the bruises and scars among the male's upper front. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he reached down with one hand and his fingers traced along the male's scars. "Damn...what shit did you get yourself in to get these?" His voice trailed off as his gaze moved down further to the male's waist, taking notice of the large burn mark around that area. Had he been a fire or something? Had someone burned him? Dozens of questions weighed in on his mind as he inspected the male's burn.

Jim's gaze traveled up back to Loki's eyes, returning his attention back onto the male. "I repeat. Where is the money pouch?" His voice was stern now, his eyes were now chilly rather than blazing now. Just give him the pouch already! If he was given the pouch, then the stripping would stop and Jim didn't have to see any more scars that the male bore upon his body. Why must this damn guy be so stubborn?

Loki spit out a curse as his shirt was torn off as well, too busy calwing and squirmin in trying to escape to egt self-counsious of all those scars coverign his body. Well, he didn't usally acre wether people saw him naked or not, but it was only ok if it was by Loki's own choice. Unlike now, where some overly sensetive and close-fisted rich kid turned out to be just as stubborn as he was. Maybe this was karma biting him in the ass?

He would have hissed back with another smart-ass and cocky comment at the older's scowl, but could only freeze when he suddenly felt a hand trace down his upper body. "Hey, getting a little to touchy for a simple 'strip search' now are we?" he mutterd darkly, his glare now colder than before as he felt a familiar worry of something else creep out from the back of his mind. He did not appreciate the look the older was giving his burn marks...

Loki stared straight back into those chilly violet eyes of the older teen, and slowly smirked in that cocky and cunning manner again. "What? Afraid to see what else you might find~?" he purred mockingly, now laying competley still on the ground beneeth him, his struggling on a hold.

Jim chuckled darkly as he tilted his head at the younger male innocently. "I didn't say that I was going to keep my hands to myself, did I?" he remarked out, giving the male a devilish smile. This male better not seriously hiding that damn pouch in his pants. He was definitely a bit crazy to do something like. Well it was always better to be safe and ahead. Even though it wasn't good for someone on Jim's side of the situation. What if someone really did come into the alley way? Both the males were a bit defenseless if one the beggars on the street spotted them and try to use their situation to their advantage. Jim had seen beggars take someone by surprise and it hadn't been pretty. Slit throats and such.

"What I believe I'm going to find is more of this burn mark. And perhaps more scars, that pretty much tells me that you really had a shitty past. But that ain't none of my business." Jim shrugged his shoulders before glaring down at the male. He stayed silent for a bit before breathing out in aggravation. "Screw this! I'm taking your ass to the castle and let the servants get their money back. Then the queen's guard can take you." Jim growled out in annoyance before reaching over Loki and snatching that cloak up of the ground. He twirled it a bit, before twisting it into almost a rope form. Then Jim grabbed the males hands and pulled them together over his head before wrapping and tying the cloak around the smaller male's hand tightly into a knot. The young Targaryen got up off the male and pulling the male up tightly the the crook of his left arm. Then started to lead the male out of the Alley in the direction of the castle.

Loki actually rolleed his eyes at that remark, making sure to leave a mark on Jim's hands as he digged his nails into the skin. "Wouldn't be the first one," he mutterd annoyed under his breathe, glancing sideways for a moment as he said that.
Even while he was at a big disatvantge now, the theif was kinda hoping a beggar would pop up and try to attack them, at leats then he'd get another chance at slipping away and vanish into the crowd, with the damn money. Ugh.
And the day had looked so promising too.

He was back to glaring at the older again, but aside from that his expression was pretty much unreadble. None of their past had shit to do with this, Loki just wanted the money to spoil himself a little, though he was almost starting to think it wasn't worth it. He could easily rob soem other dumb people, but like hell he was going to let this molester win that easily.
And then his blank expression fell at Jim's next sentence, blinking a couple of times in surprise when the other finally lost his patience with him. "You're really over reacti-" he began to protest, but hissed in pain as his hands were grabbed and then tied togheter with his own cloak. For a second panic flashed in his green eyes as he looked at his now bound wrists, but quickly forced it away again and replaced it with a look of disbelief and annoyance. He's actually fuckin serious? he thought as he was roughly pulled back up to his feet, stumbling a little by the sudden shift of position.

"....your desperation is really sad to witness," he chuckled dryly, staring down at the cloak now used to keep his hands bound. His cloak now better not be ruined. Well, this turned out a little unexpected, he was beig taken to the castle. Not everyday he got a free entrace there afterall, might as well take his chance and explore the place before escaping. Surley the food and other treats there would be worth a little taste as well.
"Now I'm curious, do you strip and moleste all the pickpockets you catch, before taking them back home? Or am I just special~"

Jim snickered before glancing behind his shoulder over at the male, giving him a snarky grin. "I told you to give me the pouch. But you kept refusing so of course this is going to be my other option." he stated to the younger male as he pulled him out in the crowds and kept him close while they headed to the castle entrance. He just chuckled lightly at the male's remark about him being desperate. Was the kid still going on about Jim seemingly like he was desperate to anyone on the streets? Or something among the lines? "Still going on about that? Did you want me to take you in that alley or something?" Jim remarked out in a teasing tone.

"I usually don't get pickpocket often. You were just the idiot who decided to do so." Jim shrugged his shoulders as he glanced over at the guards at the entrance. He came to a stop with the male as he stared at the guards. They didn't move an inch from the entrance. "I might be a bastard. But I'm still a Targaryen." Jim growled out lowly, glaring at the guards with blazing violet eyes. One of the guards faltered a bit to the left, giving Jim enough room to push past the guards with the male behind him. The guards always did that when he wanted to use the front entrance of the castle. Freaking pricks, Jim thought to himself in irritation as they entered through the castle's opening doors. But at least the guards behind the doors had better manners. Jim then started through the castle, heading down a hallway towards the direction to where the servants worked behind closed doors.

Loki merely chuckled at Jim's teasing, not offended or insulted in the least. "Nah, crybabies and whiners are so not my type," he teased back with that smirk off his. If it weren't for the deaht grip around his arm, Loki probaly would've stumbled and fall flat on his face during their little walk to the castle. Not that he was really walking by himslef either though, he was practically beign dragged by the stuck-up teen.
"You should try and come up with better insults, or else I might just die of laughter everytime you open your mouth," he snickerd, gently elbowing him in a what one would call a friendly manner.

As they reached the entrance, the trickster's focus was turned away from his captor and fully onto the doors instead, smiling slightly to himself a little eagerly. He had been planning on trying to sneak in a few times, but knew it would've been better if someone from inside 'invited' him instead. Wonder what sort of sweets they might have, he thought cheerfully, giving one of the guards a wink as he felt their eyes judging him.
When the guards didn't move aside immedintly, the smaller teen glanced up at the older with a paitent look, tapping his foot lightly as the seconds passed.
He blinked at Jim's growl however, and thought better of it before he making another comment. What sour one, he thought as he was once again dragged off, giving the guards a last flirtarious look before heading down the hallway.
"Is that food I smell?" he perked up then, smiling boyishly towards the room they were headed.

"Oh? You have a type?" Jim teased the younger male back as well, ignoring the male calling him a whiner. He didn't care if the male thought he was a whiner for wanting the money pouch back. It wasn't either of their money. It was money belonging to the workers at the castle. So of course Jim was going to over react, which was what the teen said he was doing. Jim glanced back at the male, feeling him elbow him in a...friendly manner. How was the teen acting so nonchalant about this? "I should say the same to you," Jim retorted back to the male, not really seeming affected by the male's comment really. He didn't care what the male thought of him nor his insults.

He caught notice of the male's flirtatious glances to the guards, rolling his eyes at the male's actions. "Guess you have a liking for guards?" he remarked out, shaking his head a bit in disappointment. Those guards wouldn't give a commoner a second glance. They didn't even say anything to Jim nor the other male who was being dragged by him, shirtless. At the male's question, Jim shrugged his shoulders. "It is. Probably left over food from lunch today." Jim answered the male before furrowing his eyebrows a bit. He paced even faster to the kitchen, before reaching the door and groaning in despair at the sight of the empty kitchen. He actually forgot that this was the time of day when they had a small break from their duties for a bit. "Great. Now I got to wait?" Jim grumbled under his breath in annoyance. He rubbed the back of his head a bit before glancing behind his shoulder at the male. "Food for the pouch?" he simply asked, staring at the smaller male.

"Who knows," Loki said back smoothly, keeping his faze looked ahead of them while trying not to stumble over himself. At the metion of him beign found fo guards, Loki first only resposed with amused laughter, shaking his head a little at that thought. "Not really," he said with a shrugg. "But they're damn amusing to annoy."
If there was one 'type' the trickster felt he was the least attracted to, it would be simple-minded guards like them. Didn't mean it was boring making them uncomfortble though, quite the opposite of course. Surely, had his hands not currently been bound, while being held captive by the stuck-up here, Loki wouldn't have minded the guy so much either.

His smile stayed in place at the mention of leftovers, the little part of him that was still irritated now quickly flying out the window. He almsot yelped though when Jim picked up the pace, and gave the older's arm a pat in fake comfort. The trickster was just happy to be greeted by the sight of food, and Jim's little moment of disapr was just a bonus.
"So you lack paitence as well then," he chuckled, skipping over to the table with the little buffe enough to keep him satisfied for the rest of the day. Or maybe even two days.
At the suggestion, he stared back up at Jim in thought, before shrugging in a 'whatever' kind of way and turning back to the food. "Well, I was gonna buy food with the money anyway," he said casually, the cloak that was used as rope... now hanging neatly on one of the chairs. After rubbing his wrists gently, he reached for a pocket insde his cloak, tossing Jim the money punch with a cheeky smirk.

"Time to eat~" he sang happily to himself, taking a bite of every left over there was. As he reached a bowl of strawberries however, he seemed more than satisfied to fill the rest of his stomach with just that. "You don't suppsoe there's a shirt my size around here?" he asked nonhallantly, sitting ontop of the table with the now half empty bowl in his lap, wobbling his legs back and forth. "Not everyone who gets tunred on by a halfnaked and scarred teen running around afterall."

Jim laughed a bit under his breath at the male's remark about the guards. "One of the various reasons to why they're not fond of me." Other than he was a bastard, that is. His eyes widened a bit as he took notice of the male skipping over to the table. He had been sure that he had a tight grip on the smaller male. How did he slip away so easily? And why didn't he do so way earlier before they got into the castle? Jim was feeling a bit wary of the smaller male now, and a bit peeved if the smaller male had planned this to get into the castle. "I'm hotblooded and impatient, anything else you want to point out?" Jim scowled a bit as he crossed his arms over his chest while he shut the door behind him and leaned against it a bit.

Jim glanced over at the chair, blinking in surprise to notice that the cloak was hanging neatly over the chair before glancing back up to the male. Well wasn't he a sneaky little bastard. He stared over blankly at the cloak, a bit surprised that the pouch had been in it. That would've saved him alot of trouble. And he hadn't even felt the pouch inside the pouch either! Jim caught the pouch easily with a slight frown while the younger male helped himself to the buffet of leftovers. He hid the pouch away in his pocket while rolling his eyes at the male's remarks about the shirt and such. "Maybe. Think one of the servant boy's is your size." Jim commented as he strolled over towards the younger male, his eyebrow twitching a bit at his latest remark. He was still going on about that as well.

The young Targaryen tilted his head to the side at the male munching on strawberries. "You stole my pouch. And returned it. But I need to return the favor and steal from you." His gaze raked over the male, a deep sigh past his lips. "Though there really isn't anything to steal from you." He stayed silent for a moment until a devilish smirk formed upon his lips. Jim reached out and taking a hold of the male's chin before leaning up not very much and capturing the male's lips in a kiss. The male was cute, even if annoying to him. So why not? The idea of stealing a kiss from the male set well with Jim, who didn't seem to care if the kiss set well with the male. Jim could even taste a bit of a strawberry flavor from the male's lips.

The trickster just smiled sweetly over at the other. "You're also overly sensitive," he stated flatly. "Though I already pointed that out. Although, you just proved to be a little naive as well," he added smugly, referring to the whole getting free and Jim actually dragging him inside the castle. Hadn't the guy suspected at least a little when Loki came along with struggling? Meh, the trickster was just underestimated again surely, and once again that had worked in his favor.

Throwing another strawberrie in his mouth, he glanced around the kitchen in search for somethign else worth his interesst, half litsening to Jim's comment about the servant's boy's clothes fitting him. He almsot jerked back a little though when the other suddenly stood inches away from him. Narrowing his eyes slightly at what the oder said, Loki protectivly held the bowl and moved it further away from Jim, giving him a childish pout. It kinda irked the trickster that even while he sat ontop the high table, the other brunette was still pretty much at eye-level with him.
He opened his mouth to snapp something back, but only had time to blink when he suddenly feeling his mouth captured by the other's. At first he didn't react, neither shoving Jim off or pulling away. Like he had mentioned beforein the alley, this rich kid is rather good looking... and he didn't seem to lack any kissing skills as well. Still, this kiss felt more like a challenge in Loki's head.

Smirking into the kiss, Loki let his free hand travel up Jim's chest, and much like before moved around his neck. Only this time he allowed his fingers to tangle themself in Jim's hair and pulling him a little closer.
"...you really are naive," the theif then chuckled aginst the other's lips, givign no other wanring before roughly yanking Jim's head bakcwards by the hair, and kneeing him in the gut. "But at least you're not a bad kisser," he laughed cheekily as he swiflty jumped off the table, taking his cloak with him and rushing outside the door while singing 'Freedooooom~'.

The male was like a child thinking that Jim was actually going to take away his bowl of strawberries. That didn't matter now. He was stealing a kiss from the male instead. As Jim kissed the male, the other guy didn't really pull back nor did he push Jim away. He wondered for a moment if the younger male was liking the kiss as well like Jim. Jim then felt the male smirk into the kiss and a hand trailing up his chest before moving up to the back of his neck. And the young Targaryen was soon pulled closer into the kiss by the male's hand.

Now this position was a bit too familiar. His violet eyes widened when the memory of the alley incident popped back into his mind. But it had been too late. Jim cursed under his breath as the male chuckled something about being naive against his lips before his head got yanked back by the hand in his hair. Then a knee to Jim's gut that caused the male to fall to the floor on his knees, groaning in pain. He clenched his jaw tightly in anger as the male jumped off the table and high tailed it out of the room, singing 'Freedom' out into the hallway during his escape. "You fucker!," he cursed under his breath as he reached out and grabbed the end of the table to pull himself up off the ground. Jim had just let a thief slip away from him. In the castle. The Queen's castle. His sister and cousin were definitely having his head for this, Jim thought to himself with a grimace. "Get back here you runt!" he bellowed out before rushing out of the room, his arm around his stomach.

Loki just wickedly laughed to himself as he ran across the hallway, glancing over his shoulder in triumph was heard the other furiously yell after him. Better speed up or else I might get raped or something, he thought amusedly to himself, even though he had no ida where exactly he was headed. This place was big after all, been a long while since he last stepped inside a building like this one...

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the rich kid rush after him and speed up easily, knowing he had the adtvantage for now due the kick he gave Jim, and he was a fats runner to boot. He blew Jim a kiss before rounding a corner, the hallway with many different doors, and enterd the room where the one door was unlocked, quickly and quietly closing it behind him.
"Well that was fun," he chuckled quietly to himself, glancing around the small room with slight curiosity. Didn't look like it hadmuhc to offer just here though, still better look around fats before the stuck-up found him.
What was his name anyway? he absently thought to himself as he strolled over towards the window, spotting a tower like bulding not to far from there. Smirking to himself, he climbed out the window, and headed towards his new destination.