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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 has to think very deep about this. Feelings. Feelings evolving. He always feels too much and he always tries to understand them the best he can and use them when problematic situations arise.]

Well, it involved a wedding. And a quirky blonde maiden. And one with a large smile.

You are referring to how the feelings that come from a friendship evolve into feelings towards love, right? That you want to become friends, but with naked benefits.

[But he doesn't want to be naked friends with benefits with Leah! He values the couple of kind words she is able to spare, her presence by his side but...not that.]

[Oh, Loki. You are such a challenge. How to handle this delicately, hmm...]

Those are some of the benefits, yes. But they are not the only ones. Sometimes you just want to spend time with that person. You value what they have to say, but at the same time, even just sharing a quiet moment with them is enough to make you happy.

Then why are the tarts known as pop tarts...perhaps there is another reason behind it. The flavour does indeed pop.

[He brightens as Loki prepares, but he gives the carton a wistful look before passing it over.] I trust you will put it to good use.

Not a lizard.

A twist, yes.

[He nods, encouraging Aang to take one of the sandwiches. They are his pride and joy.]

To seal our bond of being bros, so to say.

Sounds neat! Let's go for the seal!

[It sounds like a special ceremony. Exciting! So Aang is about to bite into the sandwhich, but he reminds himself to check it fist. Any meat?]

I see. And now I have to apply this to the friendship I have with my bff, yes? And if they overlap it might be love.

Because I am very fond of spending time with her. Also silent time. Well, her words...that might be problematic. They can be rather cruel.

That is quite easy. It is a pun with a double meaning. The name refers to tarts as in pastries and their ability to pop when they come out of a toasting device. Besides that it also refers to the fact that they are tarts that are small enough to put inside a toasting device. Thus emphasizing how convenient they are for a Midgardian household.

[Loki takes the milk carton and shakes it a couple of times. After that he moves to rummage through some cupboards, searching for pancake mix.]

Aye. I intend to do so.

[Finally he fishes out said pancake mix and jumps back on the floor.]

Do you wish to have something put on top of your pancake? Cheese, bacon, peanutbutter?

I see. Shall I prepare tea? I am over at House number 44.

We shall exchange personal love stories and the like.

I think so as well.

[Loki nods and rises from the chair.]

Before we shall discuss lightsabers and the empirial march and other business of Star Wars, yes?

I am sure you are already familiar with my name since I have a magnificent reputation and the like...

[Still, he extends his hand.]

Loki Laufeyson of the house of Odin.

I cannot say too much about it either. There are lives at stake, you see? And I do not trust you with such information.

[A small pause...]

Please do not be offended for me saying that.

[Loki follows her and moves to sit on the counter.]

Truly exciting.

Ah. And the big problem is that you are quite pleased with what has happened but the other party is rather disgusted. And now they turn away from you and this saddens you greatly.

Your feelings for your captain did not disappear at all, am I correct? I am, aren't I?

[Loki leans forward a bit.]

This is not a nightmare created by you, it is a nightmare the Malnosso have exploited and now your feelings are used against you. Thus...it is not your fault.

[He wished he could apply such logic on himself as well, but that was a completely different story...]

Loki relaxes when Saori brushes his hair. Perhaps this is what it would be like if he had a mother. Well...he has one, but not the type of mother that embraces him and moves fingers through his hair.

"Time heals all wounds...," he replies, folding his hands over his stomach while looking up at Saori. "Perhaps I should contact her even though she is rather involved with avoiding me at all costs. And I seem to have some hidden talents when it comes to avoiding as well..."

He sighs briefly.

"We should discuss sleep-over plans instead."

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[Pretty much everything. And tuna too.]

Aye!

[Loki throws his arms up in the air before he leans forward to grab the other sandwich.]

We shall consume this at the exact same time. That is the only way to 'seal the deal'.

I... I am uncertain if he is 'disgusted' exactly.... but there certainly is a level of rejection.

He... he is not ready as I am.

[Spock would never admit that he was sad.]

It is not so easy to think in those terms, logical as they are. [And that was difficult to say as a Vulcan.]
Bonds are... beyond the Malnosso.

That, in her mind, is no mother at all then. She mothers everyone who'll let her, except for enemies. Loki should know that by now.

"Yes, on to happier things. What would you like to do, bff?"

Hold on! Sorry, I shoulda told you... I can't eat meat. [And he nervously starts extracting the meaty items and tuna.]

Could be, though~

[The sound of a slither.]

...it says something about how I've adjusted to living here that I am not at all offended, surprised, or even curious.

[She shakes her head and gives him a bit of a look for the counter business. The cats and dragons she'll take it from, but Loki is neither.]

We've chairs, Loki. I'd prefer if you used them.

What do you not understand about it's personal?  Were you born with a brick for a brain?  I'm not interested in sharing my life story with you.  And you wouldn't have enough tea for me anyway even if I wanted to share.

Prove it :-)

...How to make a sun? First you get a baby sun!

...Or second? There's stardust... maybe.

[No meat? Ah, Loki understands this. Aang is one of those who made a statement out of not consuming meat. Not bringing harm to animals and the like.]

Perhaps you should, yes. But what has been done has been done and cannot be undone.

[He shrugs as he watches Aang dissect his sandwich.]

Please take your time.

"Build a fortress of blankets to start with. Followed by a movie marathon with popped corn." Loki gestures with his hands while telling. "And may I braid your hair?"

Do not fret, my party in question is also rather disgusted at the thought we exchanged saliva and the like. I am familiar with the feeling.

[He sips from his milkshake again.]

Aye. They are beyond the Malnosso. But they know of them, you see? After all, we are their test subjects.

It is painful and perhaps sad as well. But my advice is...

[It would be unfair to call upon mischief for a situation like this. Spock is being genuine and thus so shall Loki be.]

...to let time heal wounds. Time is good at healing wounds.

[Yes, that is a perfect reason to avoid Leah. Just to let time heal wounds.]

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