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Multiverse Room-Mates [closed to hashisreasons/forcefierce]

Kylo would like to point out that he gave his room-mates the illusion of privacy at least. Never mind that he could just read their thoughts as easily as he breathed, he did his best not to do such things because he knew it was rude. Or more to the point last time he did it, Matt had whined for three hours about how he was violating the terms of the room-mate agreement and he promised! It wasn't worth the head-ache.

Still, he at least tried to be a good room-mate. When he felt like it.

They were out, it had just been him in the flat when the Force Bond had flared to life. He was very grateful that he was showered and dressed this time; the last time it had happened when he was still only half awake and that had been a level of awkward with Rey that he hadn't really wanted to deal with.

Still, it had been just him, and it was nice. To be able to talk openly with her with no worry of anyone interrupting.

They needed more moments like that

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Loki came home early, frowning as he shut the door behind him. He didn't know why he bothered. Everyone always asked him about Thor when he went out. Nobody seemed to care about him. Shaking his head, he made his way through the flat, grinning when he realized Matt wasn't there.

Maybe now he could get Kylo to do some magic with him.

As he came up to Kylo's door, he frowned. He'd even been about to knock when he heard Kylo talking to himself. He hesitated only a moment before he just barged right in.

"Are you really talking to yourself? Do you do this when we're not home?"

Kylo's head snapped to the right, seeing Loki, before looking back at Rey, who's eyes widened and mouth opened before the Force Bond cut out. He sat, shocked and pissed, before pushing himself off his bed to his feet, storming past Loki in a mood.

"I was not talking to myself," he snarled, storming into the kitchen to get some juice. He slammed the fridge door closed when he saw that Matt had only bought the kind with pulp. Again.

"I was talking to Rey. And you interrupted."

Loki blinked, turning to follow Kylo into the kitchen. His head tilted and he raised an eyebrow as he lingered in the doorway, watching him curiously. There was much to read in a person's body language and the things that they didn't say, some even more than their words.

"Okay..." He sighed, taking a deep breath and trying not to react. "Rey, who's Rey? Is that a girlfriend? When did you start dating?"

Kylo turned, and stared at Loki. How... did he not know who Rey was? He was sure he had explained this to both of his room-mates more than once. Especially after... well, things.

"Rey," he said. "Who I share a Force Bond with?" He prompted, hoping the Asgardian would actually remember for a change. As much as Matt whined, it was nice that he would at least remember things. Except - apparently - for buying juice that did not have pulp. He sighed. "She gave me the scar," he gestured to the scar that ran down the side of his face. At least he didn't touch it this time.

"And... we've been dating for a while now." At least he thought they were dating. They had held hands in a rather intimate way... Rey was being rather odd about it all. And she was always around the traitor and Dameron. His fist clenched at the thought.

A glass broke.

"...Damn, Matt is going to pissed."

"Oh, Ray! Wait, Ray is a girl?" Loki blinked. He'd heard the stories, but he always thought Kylo had been fighting another man. The boy was so emo that he'd just assumed he was gay. He has a bit of a surprised look on his face as he nods his head and smiles. "Huh, okay. That's..."

He stops, staring. "Force bond..." He did remember Kylo talking about that. "I... I didn't realize."

He almost looked disappointed.

Rolling his eyes, Loki raised a hand and waved in front of him. The shards on the floor rose and slowly became a glass again, this time settling on the counter where Kylo couldn't break it. Stepping forward, Loki took Kylo's hand and began to make sure it wasn't cut. If it was, he'd heal it.

"Something troubles you," he murmured. "Do I have to step in and help?"

"Yes, Rey is a girl!" A very pretty girl, who was incredibly strong in the Force. His equal, to be exact. Together, they were a force unlike anything the galaxy had ever seen before. They would change everything. Jedi, Sith, the Resistance... They could remake it. Better than it had ever been. Why wouldn't she stand at his side?

"Yes, well, you interrupted and it cut off," he seethed, anger still prickling at that having happened. He so rarely got time to speak with Rey lately, that any chance he could get being cut short... His fingers twitched, so tempted to simple Force choke Loki. It wouldn't do much, probably, but it would make him feel better and that was worth it. It wasn't like Loki knew Rey, so he wouldn't tell her.

"She doesn't want to tell people about us," he grumbled. "Just because I tortured Dameron, and slaughtered some villages, and she works for my Mother... I offered her the galaxy!"

"You like her..." Loki crossed his arms over his chest, grinning as he watched Kylo react. The body language, the way his voice was getting higher pitched, they were all signs of his emotions. Loki smirked, trying not to laugh at the way Kylo was seething.

He was not afraid of Kylo. Far from it, he dared Kylo to try to use his little Force against his own powerful magic.

"Okay..." He frowned. "Why doesn't she want to tell people you're together. So, you tortured someone. Some people died. You would think the mother angle would be so good for you," he muttered more to himself than to Kylo. "I mean, there will be other villages." Loki didn't see anything wrong with anything Kylo said. Perhaps that was part of the problem.

"Who wouldn't want the galazy? Is she ill?"

Kylo turned, slowly, to look at Loki. He liked her? "...Obviously?" he returned, wondering as to why this seemed like new information to the Asgardian. Maybe they weren't very good at listening to other people. He'd only ever met Loki, so it wasn't like he had much of a basis of comparison to go with.

'Little Force'? Like his light tricks and cheap illusions were anything compared to the might of the Force.

"I don't know!" Came the snap. It was annoying. "Is it because Dameron's there?" That flyboy wanted to take everything that was his - he was even trying to be a better son to Kylo's own mother. "Is it because he's a pilot? I can fly things! I'm the son of Han kriffin' Solo, does she think I don't know how to fly?!"

In fairness, Loki would argue that Kylo never listened to him either. The only reason their other roommate was so good at hearing them both was because he had no powers and was boring. He needed them, craved subjugation if Loki had any say in it.

Most Misgardians did.

Loki rolled his eyes. They did not need to have another magic off. That never ended well.

He sighed. "So, show her? Take her flying. And I can make Dameron disappear. There's a realm that I know nobody would find him in." He doubted highly that Kylo would take him up on his offer, but he'd help if he could. Honestly, he's not sure what else he can do. "Hm... Sounds like she needs to learn a lesson."

The is what the First Order was for; to bring the order and structure that people like Matt needed in their lives. Why couldn't people see what a benefit this was to the universe? A governing force that sought to make sure people had ... fulfilment. The New Republic was certain to crash under it's own weight and the faded ideals of something that had not worked in the first place.

It was better not to start Kylo on politics. He wasn't very good at them but tended to make up for that by being impassioned. Also their last 'magic-off' - as Loki insisted on putting it - did not end well because Loki was a dirty cheat. If you asked Kylo, that is.

"I offered to be her teacher and she wanted Skywalker!" The note of annoyance is very clear in Kylo's whine. Why anyone would want his Uncle to teach them is beyond him. Even if the man did teach him and wasn't half bad when he tried. He narrowed his eyes at Loki though, as the implication sank in. Not about the making Dameron disappear. Honestly, he wouldn't mind that. But teaching Rey a lesson...?

His hand went up, automatically feeling the Force push heavily in Loki's direction.

"You will leave her alone."

Loki's eyes narrowed as he felt the Force pushing in his direction. He was only a dirty cheat because Kylo didn't play fair either. His head tilted to the side and he almost glared at Kylo.

"Do not start with my, Ren. You saw what happened last time." Loki raised his hand and pushed right back at Kylo, letting his magic attempt to budge the man. He didn't want to throw him against the wall, just make him wobble on his feet and make him realize he wasn't the only one here who was powerful.

"If you want my help, I will help you, but do not thrust your jealousy on me!"

There was a scowl as Kylo lowered his hand. It wasn't that he was afraid of Loki's magic - it was an irritating thing - but that Force mind tricks never seem to work on the self proclaimed god was... beyond irritating. Perhaps he was naturally immune to it? It bore further research. To do such things, he would need his room-mate in a better mood.

"Then you will not make such comments!" Though... jealousy? Was that what he was feeling? Certainly, it enraged him that Rey spent time with the traitor and Dameron. He had never considered himself a particularly jealous person.

"I just need to be able to speak with her without people interrupting."

"It's not like you had a do not disturb sign on your door?" He shook his head, staring at Kylo. "I will make any comments I want and you should take note of what is going through you. That feeling that you're feeling? It's jealousy. Envy. The feelings you don't want to face. Own them."

Not that he ever admitted to feeling those feelings, but he sure did use them when he needed to. If he wanted to find out what kind of effect his Force powers had on the Asgardian, pissing him off was not the path to that.

"Fine. Go speak to her. Forget I am even here," he growled. Loki turned and stomped out. And maybe, just maybe, the Asgardian had a little jealousy of his own towards the ungrateful woman in Kylo's life.

"It's not like I know when the Bond is going to happen, it just... happens!" Kylo said, exasperated by it all. It was fairly annoying that neither he or Rey had any control over it. If they did, they would at least try to pick their timing a little better than it had been giving them thus far. Always at the most awkward of moments, rarely at a point that worked for both of them. The worst was when it flared into being when one or both of them was trying to sleep. It was like he could feel her, the heat of her beside him on his bed...

Okay, that was a thought he was going to stop right there because it was not a good idea to go down that mind road in the presence of one of his flat-mates. Really not a good idea.

"Jealousy," he muttered, considering it. "It would explain why I want to snap Dameron's neck more than usual," he considered out loud. Stupid fly boy, trying to act all smooth and charming around his Rey. He had seen it, through the Bond. It flared into being one day when Dameron was trying to smooth talk Rey as she bent over some of the old Jedi Texts. Her hair has loosened out of a messy bun and Kylo had found the sight... oddly endearing. Not Dameron, but her.

"I can't just go back and speak to her," he growled. "I told you, neither of us have control over the Bond."

Loki rolled his eyes and kept walking out of the room. If Kylo wished to follow him, then he wouldn't complain. He wouldn't argue. He might even welcome it, not that he would push it either. "Of course, you're jealous," he muttered, shaking his head as if this was something Kylo should have known already. "You love her and you are jealous of him. He spends time with her when it should be you." He really wished Kylo would just let Loki deal with Dameron and make everything so much easier.

He had not had a chance to torture anyone in quite a while.

Why did the humans ever let themselves be party to such emotions. To let the feelings rule you instead of ruling others. It was madness, really. Heading into the living room, Loki flopped down on one of the sofas and made his phone appear magically out of nowhere. He was really tempted to see if someone would help him with the situation regardless of what Kylo said. Anything to make him less cranky.

"Maybe he should just try to reach out to her, see what happens. You can't practice your magic if you don't try," he muttered. After all, he learned some magic from his mother and then had flexed his own magic muscles after that. What he didn't know, he'd tried hard to learn himself.

Of course Kylo followed him. When a person is complaining about something, it is far better for them to have an audience to hear their complaints, and for Kylo, Loki was his audience. At least in this particular case. Even if he would probably have a much better reception to his complaints - and then better advice - had he waited until Matt reappeared and started on at him instead.

Kylo was only surprised to learn he was jealous because, well, frankly growing up with Snoke invading your every thought rather stunted your emotional development. It had also made puberty more of a hell than it already was, but he would really rather not think on that, at all. Thank you.

"Maybe I should torture him again," he muttered, considering the possibilities. Then he deflated. "No, Rey doesn't like me torturing people. Not even Hux, and he really deserves it."

Then he looked up, and frowned. "I've told you, the Force is not magic."

"And I don't care what you say, you cannot convince me different." He raised an eyebrow at Kylo. "Can you properly define for me the difference between the Force and not magic? What about your powers makes it not magic? Because to me, magic is something you are born with, an innate power that you can control. Not everyone is gifted to wield magic or do things. You can. You are more powerful than you know," he grumbled.

Loki went back to staring at his phone. "It's a muscle memory. If you do not practice it or work at it, how ever are you going to improve your abilities? Take a moment and try to reach out to her first. Perhaps at a time when you know she should be alone?" Oh, he had a few thoughts on that, but if Kylo does it when he thinks that he might, Loki wants earplugs.

"So, have someone else torture him and then your hands are clean. She can't be angry at you if you have no involvement in the torture. Duh." Loki rolled his eyes and kept typing on his phone. "You are so transparent."

Loki was so glad there was no woman or man that he was twisted up about like Kylo was.

Kylo just stared and grumbled lightly. They had had this argument before and he knew his verbal explanation of the Force was something that Loki took to be this... magic he spoke of. It was hard to properly explain the scale of it all, how the Force was in everything and those that could access it were simply being granted only a small fraction of what was available. His Grandfather had been the most powerful Force user perhaps in history, and even then it was simply a fraction of the true nature of the Force.

"...Reach out to her?" Like he hadn't already tried that, but the idea of doing it when he thought she may be alone... Kylo swallowed, shaking his head a little. "I've tried. It doesn't... The Force will only allow us to connect when it sees the need for it." That that tended to happen when he was dressing was something he hadn't quite worked out the full understanding of yet.

"She would still know it was on my orders," he pointed out. "I am Supreme Leader, of course she would know." It was tempting though. Maybe just point out Dameron to Loki and say that the man had claimed his brother was better than the 'magic' user. Speaking of... Kylo narrowed his eyes.

"How is your brother?"

"Then you're doing it wrong. You should let me help you with it." He smirked up at Kylo. The Force allows. He never could understand that explanation. He had struggled with his magic at first, but his mother, Frigga, had showed him ways to work around that. Kylo just needed to work around the Force. "You don't understand your powers and that's what hinders you. There's something missing. I'd bet on it."

Loki wondered if there was a way that he could do it. He really did like a challenge. Perhaps if Kylo was with her when it happened. If he didn't let Kylo know know the details so he really could be surprised when he heard the news. Still, Kylo didn't lie well. He couldn't act surprised if he tried.

His eyes narrowed and he glared at Kylo. "Thor is in the frat house with his little Avenger brothers." Loki practically spat the words out with spit. "Why do you bring him up? Are you looking for a fight?"

"You don't understand the Force," Kylo muttered, feeling a bit put out by Loki's self assured nature. Mostly as it made him very aware than he was likely right. Snoke had kept his training... well, Kylo was aware that his training was likely missing quite a bit in the important areas. Deliberately so.

Still... he had known that would do something.

"Well, you're asking a lot of questions, only right I should ask some back."

"And you don't understand Asgardian magic, so we're even," Loki muttered, rolling his eyes as he did so. He turned to glance up at Kylo, giving him a look. Not that he wanted to comment on their magics at all. They never would agree on anything in terms of mediation. The other always had to be right. The end.

He sighed. "If you want me to help, I have to ask questions. If you don't want my help, then I won't ask." As if it was common sense and he should just come round to it by now.

"Fine. Do as you wish. I won't interfere."

"I wouldn't want to understand your... magic," Kylo sneered at Loki. Honestly. Magic. It sounded like something out of a children's story. Just snap your fingers and nearly anything could happen, regardless of the logic of the matter. The Force had rules, it had structure, it wasn't this ridiculous whatever-you-will of Loki's magic.

"... How would you help?" He can't the curiosity. Loki so rarely offered to help with anything, after all. That he might even offer seemed hardly believable in the slightest. And still, he was hearing those words...

There were times when Rey could not control the Force Bond. Which, mostly, was all of the time. It would flare up at the most awkward of moments. One minute, she'd be just reading or studying and the next minute he would be there, in her mind. She didn't want to admit that she liked it. Or how it felt talking to him. She was trying not to let the feelings she had for him grow.

It wasn't easy.

Kylo?

She called out his name softly, nervously, not even sure if he was awake or what he was doing. It was early, probably too early, but it was too late now. When the bond was on, she had to answer to it. She didn't know how not to.

Kylo was still trying to research anything he could regarding the Force Bonds, but it wasn't easy given that the Empire had destroyed many resources back in their day. One of his Grandfather's... less than brilliant choices, he would very reluctantly admit. Even what little information he had been able to find still did not help to even begin to explain whatever the Bond between himself and Rey was. Not the strength of it, how it was possible for them to actually touch each other through it...

None of it made sense and it greatly frustrated him. This frustration was one of the many reasons he had decided to leave work early that day, and return to the flat hours before either of his room-mates would be there. (The other reasons were all Hux; the General was an ass and Force flinging him against the nearest wall was loosing it's appeal.) He had gone back to an older method of dealing with frustration - exercise. He forced himself into going through drills he hadn;t done in years, just in the hopes that it might make his mind blissfully numb enough that maybe for five minutes, the Bond would not control him.

It seemed to work, until he returned from the shower, towelling off his hair.

...Rey.

Kylo...

While it didn't really make a difference, Rey quickly closed her eyes. Still, she could see him. A lot of him, in fact. She blushed, shaking her head and wishing to someone above that she had better timing. And she tried not to stare. She really was trying.

And failing.

You're busy. I should...

Should what? She frowned. Should go? Should turn it off? None of it sounded right to her. Mostly because none of it was right. It was all wrong. She swallowed, letting out a breath she'd been holding.

I'm interrupting you.

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