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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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Uh... yeah. I don't really get that either.

[But he smiles at the invitation.]

Snacks? Sounds great! [And he scurries on in.]

Midgard knows strange sayings. I wish I could comprehend them sometimes.

[When the other is inside he closes the door again.]

Two snacks. Two. Apparently I am rather good at making them, yes? There are a significant amount of animals inside this dwelling, please be careful. You might step on them. They will make loud noises if you do so.

You're right, a lot of sayings are hard to get. [Especially if Midgard's the same world that Masaomi's from.]

You must be! [He rubs his belly as he waits to be led towards the table.] What do we have? And don't worry, I'll be real careful not to step on anything. I love animals! [When he moves, it's with a cautious tiptoe.]

I am. I am sure it is one of my many devine powers and the like. Making snacks. Preparing shaken milk.

[Loki's fantastic snacks are nothing more than sandwiches with a lot of things on it that do not belong on a sandwich.

When he has put everything on the table he plops into a chair and points at his creations.]

Sandwiches. With a twist. Please take one.

[Aang finds himself laughing at Loki's way with words and takes his own seat, reaching for the sandwhich curiously.]

A twist, huh? I wonder what it is! It definitely looks good.

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?]

[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'.

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

[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.

Thanks, Loki. Sorry about wasting part of your sandwhich like that.

[And after about a minute, the sandwhich is clean.]

Okay, now I'm ready!

There is not much on the sandwich anymore. You are aware of this, right? It might not taste very good.

That's okay! What's left on the sandwhich is stuff I like, so it should be fine!

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.]

[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!

[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?

[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!

A sweet idea...in every sense of the word sweet.

[Loki continues to enjoy the taste of skittles and bacon.]

Perhaps syrup as well.

Maybe that'd be too far. Or maybe it'd be... just far enough!

Nothing is ever too far if you do not try it first, Aang.

If you say so. Then I'll try that, too!

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