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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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[Switches back to human.]

I'm both. Phoenix and man. It's a different curse. One from my world, not the Malnosso.

[Loki raises his eyebrows briefly.]

A phoenix-man-pirate.

What kind of curse, exactly?

Just phoenix pirate is fine.

[Hesitates. There are other devil fruit users in the village and not all of them are open about it, hell most of them aren't. Still...] It's a devil fruit curse. Aside from the usual problems, being a phoenix isn't all its cracked up to be.

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A devil fruit?

[For some reason he pictures Mephisto maintaining a garden full of fruittrees.]

How must I envision that?

[Because he is sure it does not resemble the images he has inside his head.]

Like a fruit with swirls.

No evil horns? Or a tail? Because if it is devil fruit, it should at least possess horns.

A swirl does not convey the devilish nature of the fruit at all.

They prefer not to be always too obvious. It hides them better and means they can trick unsuspecting people or animals into eating them.

Ah, a form of devilish trickster fruit.

Of course, it is rather devilish to pretend to be normal, common fruit while being devilish instead.

[It is kind of ironic that this concept is kind of relevant to himself. But perhaps he is less devilish. But he smiles briefly because of it.]

Exactly, eh. There's more of a curse to it than people seem to remember too.

But are you able to control said curse? Because it would be less of a burden that way. There are men who change into wolves at any given time, you see?

Aye. I have more control over my curse than anyone else like me I know of.

Ah, yes, that is when curses become less lame and more cool.

Hah. Well it's like being a giant, in some ways. They live three hundred years, and they have to be careful not to hurt their friends, but I'm sure if I didn't have my phoenix side, I'd want it enough to take the detriments, eh?

And I couldn't have saved my family as much as I have without it.

Aye, definitely a cool curse. Perhaps, if I would obtain this demonic fruit it might result in a cool curse for me as well.

[Loki taps his chin a couple of times, thinking of awesome and cool ways to be cursed.]

I would not mind becoming a giant. After all, I am already a giant, but half a giant. It never hurts to add more giant to my giant-ness.

You're half giant? [He's actually surprised enough by this revelation that it shows on his face despite his usual unflappable deadpan.]

There is a giant devil fruit, aye. But some people in my world are more giant in size just by other things. I'm practically the shortest of my brothers. Jozu, Atomos, and Blenheim are four times my size, and even Vista and Curiel are nearly ten feet tall.

[Loki nods briefly.]

I see, so actually the existence of giant devil fruit is rather useless, since everyone is a giant already. At least, that is what I make up from your stories.

Not... everyone. I'm only a little over six feet tall, and giants are a hundred feet tall. Little Oars Jr. is about three hundred feet tall, and... [A shadow crosses his face though he keeps steady.] Sanjuan Wolf is the size of a mountain.

But we have plenty of people much shorter than you as well, eh.

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