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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 watches Thor with a certain fascination in his eyes. He is sure that Midgardians would appreciate the usage of a glass there.]

Poptarts? Popping tarts? Tarts that pop? Those are unbeknownst to me, Thor.

Pancakes, on the other hand, I do know of.

[He grins broadly, thinking of that particular spicy pancake he has given the other a while ago.]

I hope I haven't ruined them for you. That would be quite unfortunate...

[What Midgardians don't know what hurt them. Besides, this milk will not last long.]

Nay. They are pastries stuffed with a variety of sweet flavours. Such as chocolate or strawberry jam. They taste delicious both heated and raw.

[He laughs, shaking his head.] It has only strengthed my appreciation of a proper pancake.

[Pop tarts. It must be somekind of pun. Tarts refer to pastries. And they could pop out from somewhere.]

They sound fascinating. I have never heard of such a thing. Do these tarts pop out of something? So that is why its name is 'pop tart'? It must be a pun, you see?

[Loki plops down to sit on the counter, right between the chaos he has caused around him.]

I can make proper pancakes as well. I am a quick study and most versatile.

[Thor wouldn't know for sure, having eaten them straight from the box without much regard for where they are prepared.]

It is possible that they are placed within the toasting device. The items placed inside always pop out once they've been prepared. Though one would wonder why they are not referred to as pop devices and why everything that is put in it does not become pop-something.

Can you? [He brightens, shutting the fridge door and taking another long gulp of milk.] I insist that you show me.

Smart thinking, Thor!

[Loki grins and finally slides off the counter, shoving some products aside to make room.]

I think the main purpose of these toasting devices are to toast things that require toasting, the popping is a mere side-effect, you see?

If you wish me to make pancakes, I insist that you put down the milk, Thor.

[He reaches out and gestures briefly at the other.]

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.

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?

Midgard! [He sounds both amused and...utterly perplexed.] I suppose that's as logical an answer as any! You are rather well informed, if I do say so myself. [He looks thoughtful.] If they are indeed a tart they should be quite simple to replicate.

[He watches with unveiled eagerness as Loki begins to search. He's curious and...incredibly hungry. As he generally is.]

Why not all of them? At once, even!

The world of online is a great source of information and entertainment. [Loki strokes his chin at that. Maybe they could make their own popping tarts. They could contain bacon and whipped cream.]

We should try this, Thor. It sounds exciting and rather delicious.

[He nods shortly at that. There was nothing as grand as pancakes covered in everything. Quickly he moves to peer into the fridge to pull out some bacon and cheese and other useful ingredients.]

Your wish is my command! Et cetera, et cetera!

[Loki raises a fist before he moves to prepare the batter.]

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.]

Of course!

[The tone of Loki's voice is an enthusiastic one. Because pancakes and the world of online, two of his favorite things.]

Popping tarts are a most serious matter. Their content as well. I am pleasantly surprised you indulge yourself with Midgardian delicacies, Thor.

[Loki stays silent when he starts to pour ingredients together and mix them up with a spoon. He knows there is another tool for that but he cannot find it at this point. A spoon will do fine.]

Thor, please get a pan for me. And butter as well.

I shall look forward to it.
[He has much to look forward to already! He hadn't expected such enlightment and excitement from Luceti.]

I paid a visit quite some time ago, Jane was kind enough to provide me with a variety of curious treats. I suppose they have grown on me.

[Just like Midgard did. He smiles to himself and sets about fetching the pan and butter, placing them in front of Loki.]

Is that all?

[Loki laughs briefly, thoroughly amused.]

That is definitely kind. Who could be better at introducing the god of thunder to Midgardian delicacies than an actual Midgardian, right?

[After Thor has given him the pan and a fair chunk of butter he moves to rummage with the furnace until he has a flame of gas running. First he puts the bacon in, followed by a colored bubbles of chocolate they call M and M's. After that some tuna.]

Aye. Now just watch the magic unfold itself in front of our very eyes!

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