not_a_troll | 6. [action/text]

[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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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.

...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.

[Loki raises his hands in an apologetic way and jumps off the counter.]

Old habits and such.

[He moves to sit down in a chair instead, eagerly awaiting his tea.]

Regarding your first comment. That brings me great relief.

It'd more to prevent the cats and dragons from seeing someone do that. If they do they'll attempt to emulate the behavior and then it's cat hair and dragon fur in the meals at all hours. A terrible thing.

[The most pragmatic and domestic answer is also the most true.]

I've enough to mind without wondering about something extra, and you've enough to mind without having to explain it. This way neither of us is unduly burdened, mm?

That would be truly catastrophic. I value the concept of giving 'a good example', you see?

[Loki nods, not really fond of food with hair in it to begin with. And Loki is the last one in the world that is picky about food.

He grins at that.]

Those are wise words, Adele. To get too involved in other people's affairs can be quite a burden. On the other hand, wouldn't you be a bad friend to not care about such things? Hmmm, something about a double edged sword and the like.

I've a rule- I do not discuss gods with other gods. That includes you, despite your youth and lack of a godly stature.

[It just makes life easier in the long run. Soon enough the kettle is steaming and she's setting a mug of tea to steep for herself.]

Would you care for tea or for cocoa, Loki?

Alas, and here I was hoping I could gossip about Saori or my older self. Do gods need a godly stature to be a god? That is an odd theory, Adele.

[Loki shakes his head briefly before he hears her question.]

Tea with cocoa please.

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?

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.

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.

A Loki temple would be quite awesome. I would suggest the Midgardians to offer me shaken milk and quite a lot of skittles. But I shall curse those who bestow green skittles upon me.

[Loki takes the mug with a pleased smile on his face.]

Divine sarcasm. And I am half a giant.

You do not care for the green skittles?

[That's odd. Most she knew didn't care for the orange.]

Is there a particular reason for this distaste?

They're particulary gross, Adele. I do collect them, Billy is quite fond of them, you see?

[Loki stirs his tea in a slow and thoughtful manner.]

That is an interesting question. You see, I am fond of the color green so it would be completely logic that I would appreciate the green Skittle as well. Yet, they manage to make my toes curl.

Do you have a favorite Skittle?

I suppose so long as you do not waste them, it is fine.

[She pours herself a mug of tea and settles across from Loki, brow slightly quirked.]

The color does not quite equate the flavor. From what I know of them green skittles are to be lime flavored or something close to it. As for my favorite- I don't have one. I do not eat most candy.

[Loki takes a sip of his chocolate-tea-mixture and reaches for the sugar when he notices that the flavor is definitely not sweet enough.]

Whatever it is. I am not fond of it. I like the red ones, though. The red ones combine the fruity and the red-ness perfectly. I am quite pleased with their existence.

[He raises an eyebrow as well.]

Why do you not eat most candy?

Red tends to be most everyone's favorite. Though Remy was always quite fond of the purple ones.

[The sugar earned a faintly puzzled look, but little else. Gods, perhaps, do not require dentists.]

Habit.

[Dentists are for mortals!]

Purple is my favorite after red. And I do not know who Remy is.

[Loki stirs his cup fiercely.]

You never grew up with candy. Or do you suffer from an irrational fear of the Midgardian dental physician?

I grew up avoiding most sweets. Dancers have a particular figure to maintain. Even though I no longer dance, the habit of avoiding sweets stuck.

I see. So consuming sweets damages the ability to dance properly? I have never thought about this. It is rather insightful, you see?

[Or maybe it could relate to Midgardian females and their wish to stay thin and turning away from food to do so.

With a thoughtful expression he brings the cup to his lips.]

You are missing out, though.

Consuming sweets often has someone putting on weight, if you put on too much weight it effects your ability to dance. After spending my youth avoiding them it simply became habit to do so as I grew older. Though. Helios has done much by way of having me eat them more often.

Ah yes the culture of diets! I have heard of this! It is the dream of every maiden of Midgard to be slim and fit.

I think a couple of sweets will do no harm.

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