#muffled cursing and crashes from logan in the background

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HIS HOARD OF BOYFRIENDS LMAO and his wife storm.

Storm: Oh logan. It cant be that bad. At least he isn't causing us trouble.

Victor: *is sat near Charle's wheel chair with his head in his lap, smirking and staring at Logan, purring while charlie pets him* 😈😈😈

Logan, this close to exploding: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!! He's doing it on purpose!!!

Charles: Now now Logan this is our guest and you may not be hostile towards him without reason.

Victor: Yeah jimmy you gotta be nice to me 😈

Logan: Oh no the fuck I don't!!

Charles: Logan be nice. He's not doing anything

Victor: What am I doing wrong? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Charles: Not a single thing. *keeps petting him*

Victor: I just wanna be an x men like you guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹

Logan: BULLSHIT!! You wanna come here and ruin everything! Like you do all the time!! 😡

Charles: Perhaps with some training he can be an x men-

Logan: CHUCK NO

Victor: Chuck yes 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺 Erik was so mean to me. He wouldnt feed me or pet me. Called me stupid-

Logan: You ARE stupid!!

Charles: Oooh nonsense. Come on. Ill have hank make you something from the kitchen and ill get a room set up for you

Logan: NO!!! AAUUGGHH

Morph: *pats his back* Come on buddy. If you hate him I hate him. Hmph. Mangy cat.

Victor: *sticks his tounge out at him*

Charles: come now victor.

Victor: Coming charlieee 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰

Recently discovered that Victor has/had a thing for Mystique and people hc that he calls her Mystie? Obsessed. Can't stop thinking about that.

"Myyssttiee~"

"Stop calling me that."

"Whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up? Fight me? Come onnn fight me."

"You're so weird. You always wanna rough house."

"Well DUH. Oh! What if I go attack Toad?"

"Whatever."

"What do you think, Myst? Should we kill him?"

"Yeah."

"Yes!!"

"NO!! Don't kill me! ERIK!!"

"Too late! Mystie baby said im allowed!"

*proceeds to literally chase Toad around the hide out until erik yells at him*

"Hey Myst?"

"*groan* What?"

"You're ovulating."

"Stop sniffing me you creep!"

"Smells really fucking good tho. Ussually you smell like a lizard."

"Wwooww top tier flirting.... Erik can we get rid of this guy yet?"

"I tried.... He came back."

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How big is the chance of getting blown up in this career path?

Patton steels himself, and for a moment, it's impossible to tell whether he's about to refuse Remus or indulge him.

Then, overhead, a muffled curse that sounds distinctly like Doctor Storm as several things crash loudly in the background, as if someone swiped them off the table in alarm. Remus raises an intrigued eyebrow, while Logan's upper lip curls. "It seems Dr. Storm has finally learned what helicarrier means. It's a testament to the decline of academia that he's earned one doctorate, let alone three."

"Wait, Virgil--" Thomas's voice comes through clear as he rises in with the microphone. "Hey, calm down, it's just the engine--"

"This thing flies?!" Virgil demands, so incredulously loud that it's as if he were in the bay of the plane himself, "I'm on an air craft carrier that mans over 5,000 people and it fucking flies?!"

His breathing is harsh and ragged and close to the microphone, as if Thomas has placed a hand on his back and is delicately attempting to guide him to sit. At Virgil's tone--panicked instead of snarky--Logan stands rapidly, as if Virgil's lack of control over his breathing is a sign of his sudden lack of ability to control something else.

"There's a reason Dee never invited you to visit," Thomas says sheepishly, "We're probably just meeting them midair. Sit, okay? Joan, put the gun down and go get Virgil a pair of earbuds for the noise."

"I'm not leaving you when he's about to go nuclear on base--"

"He's not going to go nuclear." Thomas says firmly, "And even if he was, violence has never subdued him before, and it won't now. You've read his file. It'll just make things worse."

"I'm in the room you know," Virgil says, voice clenched, "I'm fine--fucking--he doesn't need--I'm not made of glass it was just. A surprise. Another thing to make my day worse. Tell Ackroyd to stand down," Virgil snorts in laughter, but it's shaky, "He's not getting his fight today."

"I don't want a fight," Logan snarls, forcefully sitting back down and responsibility re buckling himself into his seat, "You're a powder keg, Storm. Of course I'm ready for when someone strikes a light."

"Rats," Remus snaps his finger, "You Midgardians owe me a meal but here I thought I was getting a show to go with it for free! The knight in iron armor slays the horrid dragon! Boring, of course, but dear Roman likes to call that shit classic."

"A dragon to be slain?" Roman scoffs, "Midgardians have nothing of the sort, and I doubt one with such an unstained soul as the Captain would associate himself with such a creature. You've already imposed your dreadfulness on these people, Remus, don't go making other demands."

Patton shifts uncomfortably at the comment, but turns his stare down to his intertwined hands, as if he wants to protest, but can't quite bring himself to. Logan looks sour, but doesn't interrupt.

"I've read the laws of this land, Ro," Remus says casually, "They treat prisoners with accommodations as plush as my ass. Why do you think I surrendered to them, and not you?"

"You're a coward--" Roman hisses, leaning down into Remus's face.

"And the God of Bravery!" Remus beams up at him, but there's a sharp, cruel edge to it, as if the irony isn't his alone to share "Ain't it ironic, my oh, so honorable brother? Kill any more diplomats lately?"

Thunder booms as the plane's front glass panes burn white with lightning.

"Stop it, Roman!" Patton snaps, rising to his feet and glaring at both brothers with a sharp ferocity. "Stop rising to his bait already! Plug your ears, sit down, and don't talk to him until we land! I already have one god acting like an overgrown, immortal child, I do not need two!"

"I--" Roman sputters for a second, as if trying to stop himself from declaring he started it in a whiny, childish tone. His reverence for Patton seems to win over, though, because after a moment he steps back from his brother and sits down across the aisle, gaze almost shamefully averted, while Remus stares at him, head titled to the side.

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Victor: *sitting all propper at Charles' feet with a shit eating grin*

Logan: No. Fuck you. Get out.

Charles: Now Logan-

Logan: No. Chuck, get him out of here. This guy is a menace to society

Victor: 🥺🥺 Charlieeeee 😢 he's being mean to me 😢😢😢

Logan: oh for fucks' sake- *storms off*

Victor: *absolutely glowing with satisfaction* charlie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 could... Could i maybe... Have some more to eat??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Charles: of course you can! You don't ever have to ask! Eat as much as you like.

Recently discovered that Victor has/had a thing for Mystique and people hc that he calls her Mystie? Obsessed. Can't stop thinking about that.

"Myyssttiee~"

"Stop calling me that."

"Whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up? Fight me? Come onnn fight me."

"You're so weird. You always wanna rough house."

"Well DUH. Oh! What if I go attack Toad?"

"Whatever."

"What do you think, Myst? Should we kill him?"

"Yeah."

"Yes!!"

"NO!! Don't kill me! ERIK!!"

"Too late! Mystie baby said im allowed!"

*proceeds to literally chase Toad around the hide out until erik yells at him*

"Hey Myst?"

"*groan* What?"

"You're ovulating."

"Stop sniffing me you creep!"

"Smells really fucking good tho. Ussually you smell like a lizard."

"Wwooww top tier flirting.... Erik can we get rid of this guy yet?"

"I tried.... He came back."