Why just have one Asguardian when you can have TWO?

[keytoexilellence]

 [And then after a particularly unfun night with Thor, Alvis is back at the stables]

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[onemisdirection]

[well what a coinkydink, because you know what's really good to do? make sure you don't have enemies. the most powerful loli in Camp could set her guardians on Loki at any time]

[so it's with that in mind that he's dropping by, a tin of brownies in hand. he'd already made the brownies for himself, but is he going to pretend like he'd made them especially for Alvis? you bet Odin's pubic hair he will]

[he comes around the corner--and you know what's really distracting? seeing your brother hug a weepy child. NOT STRANGE AT ALL REALLY. but what sweet deets are these? he shifts back behind the stables and waits until Thor's left and Al's gone inside. then he goes over and cautiously raps on the door frame]

[please don't set your dragons and abomination dog on me]

[keytoexilellence]

[Well the not-an-abomination dog is always around but it's the goats that really get you. A few of them come pouring out when Alvis opens the stable doors and there is a pretty clear look of surprise on her face at the sight of him. She's cleaned up a little but there's evidence here and there of her rough night. Puffy eyes. Blood of a god on her tunic. YOU KNOW, THE USUAL]

--Loki?

[onemisdirection]

I come with tidings of great--

[BOMBARDED WITH GOATS MAYDAY MAYDAY. he fights the flow of them and holds the brownies higher in the air]

--brownies. [looks up and frowns] Is that blood?

[keytoexilellence]

Ah...

[Covering it with both hands belatedly]

Something happened but it's okay now.

[onemisdirection]

[HURM. he presses his lips together briefly. he'd joke about Thor, but that might give away that he was spying. so instead, he holds out the tin like he's trading hostages]

Baked goods for a story?

[keytoexilellence]

Baked goods... You really brought me brownies?

[onemisdirection]

No, the tin is only full of lies and tears, as I'm a terrible being.

[a beat]

Yes I brought brownies. It's a peace offering.

[keytoexilellence]

[She frowns a little, not quite up to her usual sass for a good reply]

Oh. Do you want to come in?

[Stepping aside and examining the tin in bewilderment]

[onemisdirection]

Yes, thank you.

[he smoothly walks past the threshold. it doesn't show on his face, but eugh, the place reminds him of Thor's monster goat stalls back in Asgardia. he'll wait until she closes the door to ask:]

So, what happened?

[keytoexilellence]

[Shutting the door behind them quietly]

Has anyone told you about October, Loki?

[onemisdirection]

They have, yes, if briefly.

[keytoexilellence]

It was something to do with that. It's started early this year.

Ah... The brownies smell nice. Thank you, Loki.

[Opening it up and she offers him one first while they head upstairs. It'll be much tidier up here -- people living spaces instead of goat]

[onemisdirection]

You're welcome. It's one of my favorite Midgardian baked goods.

[oho~ he munches on the brownie on their way up, thinking about how unlikely it is that she gave him one first to test it for poison. this is going to end up being one of their in-jokes, isn't it?]

[do you guys even have a living room? are they going to have to hang in a bedroom? people will talk]

[keytoexilellence]

[There are a couple of chairs at the end of the hall and she leads them right to it. Itharos waddles out and will settle at her feet while she takes a brownie for herself]

Will you teach me how to make them sometime?

[Pulling a blanket off the back of the chair, she wraps it around herself and starts eating. There! Now you can't see the blood anymore AND she's nice and secure]

[onemisdirection]

[yes, that is a very nice change. all you're missing is the mug of hot cocoa to clutch pathetically. he sits himself down and gets comfortable. but he is COMPLETELY IGNORING demon dog]

Sure. Then we'll be even, since you helped me with pancakes.

[keytoexilellence]

[...She DOES adore hot cocoa. Felix introduced it to her when she was pathetic, SO!]

It's a deal.

Loki... Can I ask you a question?

[onemisdirection]

[nailed it!]

[lightly, dryly] I get the feeling you're going to anyway. But shoot.

[keytoexilellence]

[Scowling lightly and she almost backs out at that. ...But then she stuffs the whole brownie in her mouth and uses the time it takes to chew and swallow it down to recover]

Who is Hela?

[onemisdirection]

[oh. and here he thought the light tone would mean it wouldn't be harsh. oops]

Hela is the Queen of the Asgardian Underworld. She owns a corner of Hell, last I checked. She's very protective of her Realm, and wants any and every soul she can get. And she's clever enough to be dangerous.

[by his tone, he knows her well]

Why?

[keytoexilellence]

I was just wondering. I have books of Greek and Roman gods and goddesses and heard the name Hela.

Have you ever died?

[onemisdirection]

[he wouldn't question that if it weren't for that face you're making. a pause, considering whether to lie or not]

I have a terrible habit of popping back up from a few fatal flesh wounds.

[English: yes]

[keytoexilellence]

Do you come back because you're a god?

[onemisdirection]

Depends. Do you know what Ragnarok is?

[aw yeah taking back the conversation]

[keytoexilellence]

[headshake]

[onemisdirection]

[you know what? he's taking another brownie for this one. he deserves it]

For Asgardians--Norse gods--the world works on a cycle. Every so often, we all die. Usually by battle or underhanded murder. Then we're reborn into new, but similar, forms. And it all starts again.

In a word, it's fate. We all of us are restricted by those chains, forever trapped within the repetitive narrative that is our lives. Like reading the same story over and over again . . . except you're living it.

Gods are creatures of story. Until we take back the quill, we will always know our future.

[and he hates it. his tone is scholarly, but it's still pretty clear that he thinks fate? is a jackass]