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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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The second he's back into a hugging postion he notices how the jittery feeling inside of him disappears and silently he wonders how long this will be affecting him. After all, he still needed to talk to Leah about the strange occurrences during that stay at the spa.

"But it is odd," Loki replies, the tone of his voice thoughtful. "It is odd to crave so much contact. I am not one for hugging things out, you see? But the Malnosso do not give me another choice in this matter."

He presses himself close to Saori.

"Aye, he is. And regarding the curse. Perhaps it is safer to be affected and spend time with the individual you already fancy to begin with... One that also likes you back, so the curse will not bring harm."

Loki sighs softly.

"Leah wasn't herself."

"Why is it odd? I crave contact all the time. It's a part of who I am. I like feeling people, and the warmth of them against me."

She reaches up a hand to smooth his hair in a motherly fashion. Because he was such a sweet bff. Even with his foul mouth.

"I...do not think that had much to do with it, dearest bff. I spent time with Clint, and both of us were affected. We...were interested in other people."

And that draws a worried frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I am not used to it. I do want it, but I do not expect others to pull me in a warm embrace without holding a knife in their free hand so they can stab me in the back, you see?"

He relaxes more when Saori starts to stroke his hair, allowing himself to shut his eyes.

"The curse made her kind and Leah is a lot of things, but not kind. But on that day where we visited the Midgardian spa she grabbed my hand when I offered her my arm like a true gentleman, you see? And I should have known the chocolates were cursed but I did not, I was too pleased with holding her hand. By Odin's sores, I was so happy. I am mostly happy, of course, but on that day I was extremely happy. Beyond happy."

A soft huff escapes his mouth before he continues.

"We kissed too. With the tongues. The entire package. It is icky and gross. But I think the appeal of kissing with the tongues lies within the knowledge that you are exchanging saliva with the one you fancy. Because that makes it really nice. And Leah has very soft lips. That made it nice as well."

"Well, I'll never hurt you again. Unless you turn into a ravening corpse once more."

Saori chuckled at her slightly morbid joke, but kept up her affectionate behavior. The boy needed comfort. She could do that much.

"I...do not know. But I do not overly wish to talk about exchanging saliva, though. I know that it feels nice, to be loved like that, though. The soft feeling of lips on lips. I would not fault you for wanting a nice kiss with her."

"I am sure you will not," Loki replies with a chuckle as well. "I do hope I have been a dashing corpse, though."

Finally Loki moves to roll over to his back, resting his head on Saori's right leg. His hands moving to fidget with his shirt again. He looks up at her, a bit confused by the combination between the words Leah and love. They do not really go together.

"Basically, it is what one does when kissing with tongues. Mixing saliva. With the one you like, of course, but still mixing saliva. But Leah had been cursed...thus it cannot be an act of love."

Of course Loki silently wishes that Leah would kiss him one day. He had never denied that. But their friendship is beyond such desires. It is not only that. She has been his first friend and his only friend. Loki cares about such things.

He sighs deeply.

"It is so very complicated. An conundrum of love."

"You...died well."

That's all she'll say on the matter. But she smooths his hair, brushing it with her long fingers.

"No, I should say it is not. But perhaps you should speak to her? In time, to allow her temper to cool. She seems more temperamental than even myself."

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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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?"

"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?"

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