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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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[Loki raises an eyebrow at the locks. Why so many? Do burglars and thieves frequent house 44?]

I am most polite, yet I cannot resist the urge to ask you about the abundance of locks on the door.

Who are you trying to keep out? Do you get unexpected house guests? The really unwelcome type of unexpected guests?

I did have an eventful week, as most in the village has had.

And that is lovely to hear, Loki. It was a pleasant first experience, I hope?

[It's so common for first first bases to be potentially awkward, but Ororo didn't want to assume anything. Teenagers (or pre-teens. or seemingly teenagers or preteens.) had such delicate sensibilities.]

[Loki was getting quite comfortable there so when he felt Saori move again he did not expect a shove. He also did not expect to topple over and fall backwards on the floor right on his behind. He blinks briefly, looking utterly confused.

Well, at least she 'spilled the beans' there, so to speak.]

Ah yes, they also serve to protect against diseases. I was referring to pregnancy, though. And please do not apply soap to my mouth.

[Slowly he got on his feet and slid into the chair instead.]

I think so as well.

[And so Loki slides off the chair he's sitting in and goes to try and find some bird seed. Better come prepared and all.]

You said protect his genitals, that implies there is something with me that he needs protecting from.

[She folds her arms and gives him a raised eyebrow.]

I cannot become pregnant unless I wish to. And I won't, but only if you promise as my bff to never speak in such a crude way about my relationship with him again. If you cannot, then you had better start walking towards the bathroom.

I tired to eat a pineapple's outsides, but Barnabas said that I've make something explode so he gave me a toothbrush instead. And candy floss~

[Loki contemplates this for a while. It is a difficult stance to take...]

Clove of Panem, I do value your words and your situation. I also appreciate your skill with the knives and the companionship that is steadily growing between us.

What ties us together is the predicament we're in. That is what makes us allies in combat and friends outside the battlefield.

Why do we go into combat for them? Because we have no choice in the matter. They take our friends away and bring them back mutilated and changed. During the battle of Vaskoth, where we met, if I am correct, my best friend had to chop off my head in order to stop me from turning into something hideous. They punished me for dying, taking away my ability to feel warmth.

[There's a long pause before a second message appears. He might as well be honest about it.]

This realm, this village, the bed that is given to us. It is fake. Pretty much like an arena from your Hunger Games.

But then again it depends on one's situation what to make of it. What is here and what will be waiting for you there? Doom and gloom or more positive scenarios?

[It takes her awhile.

She can understand it. Hating the Malnosso. Not wanting to fight. She wants to hate them all, wants to want to be more than she is. But the Academy trained her well. She is a killer, a pack animal, and that's what she will always be. She's able to keep her allies now, and that's progress for her. She can't hate the Malnosso.

And, well. He deserves to know why.

He's been honest with her. She'll be honest with him.

To a degree.

Some things are her secret completely.]

Nothing is waiting for me in Panem. The year I went to the Games, I died.

[What more needs to be said? That answers the question. Too well.]

[Loki rolls his eyes while he moves to fidget with his shirt again. After that he pulls his knees up, watching Saori. He huffs before replying.]

That is the sole purpose of Midgardian rubber. To protect one's genitals, Saori. This is not me implying you are ridden with diseases.

I would not dare.

[But still, beyond the third base... And...]

Do you love him?

One cannot ignore the stuff.

[Loki takes a firm bite from his sandwich, chewing slow and thoughtfully.]

Sometimes stuff wishes to be outside its compartments. And who am I to neglect the wishes of my stuff.

[There's a lot of it he doesn't understand, but...]

Okay. So we're bros. That's the important part, I guess.

There is? I'd like that. Hey, isn't House 44 where Saori lives?

[Spock was there before Loki.... and he was currently in a private booth at the back...

The Vulcan was sipping at a cup of tea, and across from him awaited a strawberry milkshake.]

The purpose, as I understand it, is to protect a person from diseases and pregnancy. I cannot get pregnant.

[Arms folded. But his question is a good one. One she can't answer straight.]

I think I do. Or I am growing to.

[Flies on over with his journal, a ballpoint pen, and some ink. Luckily he actually knows wwhere this is.]

"Ah, come in, come in. I'm sure she'll be here soon."

[He holds the door open and gestures him inside.]

"Would you care for some tea?"

I think you are quite aware that there are some individuals in the enclose that are less than civil.

[She steps in once Loki's inside and turns to start setting the locks back into place.]

[Ah. Ah. It is choice between two extremes. This was the extra time they have granted her. Death wasn't the thing he was afraid of, he had other fears, bigger fears...]

I see.

[He is sure Clove of Panem did not do pity. And giving pity would be rather foolish in a situation like this to begin with.]

I understand your point of view, I really do, I really, really do.

Sometimes I also contemplate about what will be waiting for me when I return. There is nothing there and everything is here. My b.f.f. returned, I am not the village's persona non grata, I have oodles of friends.

But they can be taken away. I will dread the moment when another one will leave. It is a foul sort of manipulation.

What in the galaxy could you possibly have to say about love, you're only a child. You don't even have a girlfriend.

[He doesn't actually know that, he's just assuming.]

Aye, we are bros. When you have arrived whe shall seal this deal with the fist of bro.

Indeed, we are having an extended sleep over party. Where I sleep over and she takes charge of the party.

[Loki walks out of the house and waits in the garden. Oh, he wants to se this. Most definitely!]

Well, maybe Clint has diseases...

[He says it with a tiny, tiny voice. His hands still busy with the hem of his shirt. After all, it takes the focus off that urge to hug.]

If he causes tingles and goosebumps you probably are in love. And if they are still there after the curse you are most definitely in love.

[Loki is quite on time as when he enters Seventh Heaven and he is very pleased to see a fresh shaken milk waiting for him.

No good romantic advice without some shaken milk, of course.]

Hello hello!

[He plops into the seat across Spock and takes a large sip of his shaken milk before he starts speaking.]

Please tell me about your predicament. And we shall seek a solution together.

Well, there are some. Yet, they have never tried to broke into my quarters. And I keep a shaken milk machine of great value.

[He steps inside and starts to undo his boots.]

Any specific individuals I should look out for then?

[Loki grabs his two bags and steps inside, slowly shrugging out of his coat and shivering shortly.]

I prefer the tea of oolong. I haven't had that for a while.

My word, Vegeta the Saiyan, because I am a teen I have nothing to say about the great feeling of love?

Thus you assume that children are not able to feel love and only a girlfriend will make them able to do so?

[Well, Loki has no girlfriend, Leah would flay him alive if he'd ever address her as his girlfriend. They just kissed and they were suffering from a curse.]

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