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[Loki is up at a ridiculous early hour. He hurries to post a message on the corkboard and after that he hurries back into his room to rummage through his stuff and not wake Thor. When it is about sleepovers of a most epic kind Loki needs to come prepared, of course. He figures there might be blankets and a pillow so at least he does not have to drag that all through town.

He picks out some books, some clothes, grabs the notebook where he hid that weird note he has scribbled that one time he cannot remember. He is humming a song to distract him from the fact that he is more confused than anything right now. He has not been able to speak to Leah after their visit to the spa. He has been quite successful in avoiding her, actually, especially since the effect of the chocolates did not fade like they should. Still, sometimes he still peeked out of the window at nights to see if she was sitting there like she always did. Habits never really die easily, after all.

And that is where this epic sleepover comes in! And feel free to bump into him as he is running up and down floor five, making a mess of the kitchen or being far too loud during the morning.]

[Well, Loki arrives at House 44 quite on time. He's holding a bag filled with books and another bag with clothes. Really, the god of mischief is not one for many luggage.]

Hello! Hello! Hello! I have come for the great sleepover!

[He is waving to anyone who might spot him standing underneath a window or in front of the door. And of course he'll knock the door a couple of times for emphasis.]

[Written]

Dearest land of Luceti,

Since the great feast of Valentine has passed us I think it is an excellent time to assess eachother's experiences during this great feast. Have you been able to achieve great love through my excellent advices? Have you been able to make out with the tongues? Or did you even got the time to rut? After all, the feast of Valentines is an excellent opportunity for such acts of pleasure.

Dr. L. Laufeyson is once again open for all your remarks, suggestions, questions, assumptions, ideas, thoughts, opinions, feelings, views, presumptions, analyses, stories, could be's and should be's.

I am most interested in your stories and I shall answer all your questions just as accurate as I have done before, yes?

All the best in the Nine Realms and the like,

L. Laufeyson

PS: Is there anyone else still suffering from the effects from these chocolate treats? I am still rather eager to engage in the act of hugging. :-/

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Spare me the sarcasm.  I've never understood the point of criticizing other's clothing or speaking so much about each other's mates.  It's a strange and unbelievably bad habit I've found most females to be accustomed to doing.

[Like the time he overheard Bulma and Chi-Chi talking about him from around the corner.]

I also do not understand this obsession with the TV, it's a total waste of time.  There are so many other things one could be doing than sitting down and watching some pointless program for hours on end.

[Seriously, who has time for that crap?]

((This tag reminded me of this.))

Not particularly, but humans tend to have a particular figure in mind when they speak of a god. A teenager is not often a part of that figure.

[She quirks a brow at the request and mixes him a mug of cocoa, steeps a mug of tea, and murmurs.]

What would the proper tea to cocoa ratio be?

Just phoenix pirate is fine.

[Hesitates. There are other devil fruit users in the village and not all of them are open about it, hell most of them aren't. Still...] It's a devil fruit curse. Aside from the usual problems, being a phoenix isn't all its cracked up to be.

Edited 2013-03-20 18:02 (UTC)

"Oh, yes, that was it."

[He doesn't allow himself to chuckle, despite Loki's indignation.]

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you at last."

It might be. Perhaps not even now, but maybe some time in the future.
And I'm sorry to hear that. But not everyone means what they say. After all, actions often speak louder than words, Loki.

Okay. Then I shall begin the great count down.

[He holds up five fingers.]

Five, four, three, two...one. We take a bite...now!

[Loki keeps on pointing at Aang while taking a large bite out of his horrible abomination he calls a sandwich.]

A devil fruit?

[For some reason he pictures Mephisto maintaining a garden full of fruittrees.]

How must I envision that?

[Because he is sure it does not resemble the images he has inside his head.]

[Loki deadpans.]

That is a lie.

Oh yes. Large muscled men with flowing long hair and beards that depict their neverending, godly wisdom. They ride magical chariots and are fond of temples. They live in clouds or on mountains. They are immortal and have many, many powers.

[Loki raises his arms and utters a soft 'ta-dah'.]

See me as a pocket size version of those. Without a beard, of course.

[He hums softly.]

Fifty-fifty.

I have to think about this.

[To love her? As in love love? But what would it mean to do so?

No...actually Loki does not want to think about that.]

Leah of Hel can be quite convincing when it comes to her opinion about me.

We kissed because of the curse...the shift, as they call it, not because of love. I cannot love her. That would be preposterous.

Like a fruit with swirls.

[Spock sighed and looked away...]

Be that as it may... I am adamant in my decision of leaving your other self and my Captain alone.

[And Aang bites down into his fairly nerfed abombination. For what it's worth, he definitely seems to enjoy it as he chews with his mouth full.]

I love it!

I am afraid I cannot do that. To spare sarcasm and the like. I do not get the fascination with clothes either. Clothes are just clothes. If one would not wear clothes they would be naked and that would be even more awkward, you see?

Am I correct to assume you know a variety of other, exciting things to do with your time? Second of all, should I start boiling some water for neverending tea?

I am pleased to meet you as well.

[Loki moves to tap his chin.]

I think we can positively conclude that we are quite pleased to meet eachother in general. Most of the time that means the beginning of one of those beautiful, glorious friendships individuals are so very fond of.

[Loki stays silent for a long time, his fingers tapping on the table. Some great thinking is taking place. A promiscuous captain, his older self involved and Spock being in denial.

Now what kind of great advice would suit the best?]

So you wish to make yourself suffer?

[If Leah would get involved with someone like that...Loki would not stand for it. In the end. At least.]

Instead of solving this rather complicated predicament?

No evil horns? Or a tail? Because if it is devil fruit, it should at least possess horns.

A swirl does not convey the devilish nature of the fruit at all.

[Loki chews slowly, savouring the taste of the interesting varieties of ingredients on his tongue as long as he can. He grins a mouthful of bread when Aang mentions he loves it.

After he swallows the first bite he shoves the small pot of honey towards the other.]

You can always use more honey. For the lack of meat, you see?

I cannot say I have indulged much in it, you will have to assist me with it some time. [It'll be like teaching your Grandma how to use a computer.]

I shall hold you to it, I promise I will not make light of something so serious as poptarts.

[Thor laughs and moves around the room so he can get a better look at Loki's work. He leans against the wall and folds his arms over his chest, smiling in approval.]

They prefer not to be always too obvious. It hides them better and means they can trick unsuspecting people or animals into eating them.

[Spock closed his eyes and asked for patience....

When he opened them, it was to glare just a little bit at Loki.]

What would you have me do? Jim does not believe that. I. Love. Him. Either by some convoluted sense of depreciation, he does not think himself worthy of love, and therefore turns away from it.
I do not wish to force the matter, as he has allowed me more slack that I deserve.

....he is not ready.

When they think of the Norse sort, yes. The Eastern Pantheons seem a little different in what is expected.

[As it is requested, so it is made, an even measure of cocoa and tea is added to Loki's mug before she offers it over.]

Half the size and twice the sarcasm.

Ah, a form of devilish trickster fruit.

Of course, it is rather devilish to pretend to be normal, common fruit while being devilish instead.

[It is kind of ironic that this concept is kind of relevant to himself. But perhaps he is less devilish. But he smiles briefly because of it.]

[He smiles as he takes the honey and begins applying it to his own sandwich.]

Gee, thanks Loki! Honey sure sounds like a sweet idea!

[The tapping of fingers continues. Loki actually knows not much about love, especially when it comes to Star Trek Love Conundrums like this one. He tries to apply this to a variety of Midgardian films, or scripts provided by the world of online.

They aren't helping him much. So he has to rely on his own wit and his own knowledge. About love. Most tricky. Loki tells himself to choose his words wisely.]

Hmn.

The great sentiment of love is something that grows and develops non-stop. It alters, sometimes it grows deeper, sometimes love focuses on something or someone else. Sometimes you know it is not even there until you realize it.

[Right? Right.]

Everyone is worthy of love. Or to be loved. Ah, I think we have found the reason why your captain is so promiscuous right there as well.

[The tapping stops.]

I also think you have come with your own solution for this predicament, you see? Perhaps your captain is not ready now. But now is not later. Or later than later.

Normally I would say 'fight for your love'. But I think that is not applicable to this. My dear Spock of the Enterprise, it will be most agonizing for you but try to be his friend. Make him realize you are valuable to him. That valuable.

[He is not even joking anymore, this is the most serious Valentines advice out of his career.]

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