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Congratulations. You have somehow managed to reach the phone of Loki Laufeyson. Leave your name, number, and willingness to do me a favor at the beep.

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[ Sob.

Eventually, however (late on the 26th, to be exact), a text comes through. ]

Pancakes sound good about now. I am in.

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[hyoscine]

[shhh bby it'll be easy, you're pretty.

and he's lucky she's becoming more and more of a night owl, because her response is almost immediate.]

my place or yours?

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[ Thank you for the boost of confidence. ]

Mine okay?

[ He does not feel particularly like adventuring out today.

That, and Vilhelm might not let him leave. ]

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[hyoscine]

[any time bro.]

be there in two minutes

[And indeed, two minutes later there's a knock at his bedroom door- light and careful. She would have just shadowed right on in, but she figured not scaring him in the middle of the night would be in her best interests.

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Come in!

[ Loki is just going to stay here with a murder dog on his chest. Someone is not pleased her owner ABANDONED HER for a whole SIX DAYS. ]

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[hyoscine]

Hey.

[She slinks in through a slight crack in the door, keeping careful hold her bag as she does.]

Um... you okay?

[Because there appears to be an angry monsterdog on your chest bro.]

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Oh yes. I am quite fine. Look, Vilhelm. Company!

[ The dog looks unimpressed, but lets Loki lift her and set her on his lap so he can sit up. ]

How are you? Did not sniff any flowers recently, I hope.

[hyoscine]

Good to hear.

[She approaches slowly, moving to sit to one side of him, and gives him a slightly puzzled look before remembering the issue with the flora and shaking her head.]

Not unless you count the weeds outside the grave I woke up in, no. How about you?

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[ Startled. ]

You died, too?

[ Vilhelm ignores the conversation, sniffing at Twyla instead. ]

[hyoscine]

Yeah. Didn't really... see it coming.

[She holds her hand out toward Vilhelm, fully intending to pat the dog's head if she's allowed to.]

...wait, too? What happened?

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I got eaten by a dragon.

[ Loki shrugs as if it is not a big deal, hiding the fact it unnerved him much more than he had expected. ]

What happened to you?

[ Vilhelm accepts the attention, seeming to settle down. ]

[hyoscine]

...ouch. Hope it was quick.

[Scratching idly at Vilhelm's head, she shrugs as well, not quite looking at him.]

Wound up on the wrong side of a knife during that thing with the paranoia-grapes. I really do have to do something about being so easy to stab.

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Very quick. And wet. Kinda disgusting.

[ And terrifying. ]

You need to get better about that. Wear some armor or something under your dress.

[hyoscine]

Sounds like it might be.

[She can imagine.]

Hey, it's not like I can make a stop at the nearest armorer- 'hey, I need something that can stop blades, maybe in a nice smoky purple?'

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I do know someone who is quite good at manipulating metal. We can always change the color.

[hyoscine]

...you would know someone who can do that. I don't really think I'm built for plate armor though.

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You could get some pretty chainmail!

[hyoscine]

Maybe...

[A thoughtful hum, and she shrugs.]

I guess there's no harm in asking, right?

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His name is Erik Lehnsherr. He lives in the Mansion in the woods. You can tell him you know Loki the younger and much cuter.

[hyoscine]

...I'll keep that in mind. And I won't even tell the other Loki those are your methods of distinguishing yourself.

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See, I knew I liked you for more than your fashionable outfits.

[hyoscine]

You mean it's not my girlish charms? I think I might be just a little bit hurt.

[hashtagging]

Well, they certainly do not hurt.

[hyoscine]

[She flushes a little at that, bumping her shoulder against his.]

Well that's good to know.

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A fair word of warning, though. I have plenty of my own.

[ Loki gives her a playful wink. ]