Loki and Dejah
Norse gods don't all live on Asgardia. A few of them live in New York.
And none of those Norse gods actually look like Norse gods. This particular one likes to hang out in expensive coffee shops and use their wifi to play World of Warcraft on his laptop.
He's not wearing his mail or horns today, but instead a rather ironic I ♥ Asgardia shirt. (He doesn't. He really, really doesn't.)
And none of those Norse gods actually look like Norse gods. This particular one likes to hang out in expensive coffee shops and use their wifi to play World of Warcraft on his laptop.
He's not wearing his mail or horns today, but instead a rather ironic I ♥ Asgardia shirt. (He doesn't. He really, really doesn't.)
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She turns the sketch back, frowns, and keeps going. This one isn't done yet.
"You should drop by sometime. It's better in person."
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But he's being rude, so he puts his phone away again.
"So, that J in your name? Which language is that from, because it can go about... five ways, I think."
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One published early in the century. Her dad was a huge fan.
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"That is a heavy name to carry around. Mine's just an Edgar Rice Burroughs tribute."
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Rather like people get suspicious when he's not misbehaving.
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Her expression becomes more intent, and her hand is moving slower on the page.
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"It's a very good way to look at it," he agrees. "If I'd been called Thor, everyone would expect me to much more well-behaved, and where's the fun in that?"
He seems to reconsider this at the last moment.
"No, actually, he gets away with even more than I do, somehow."
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"You have a relative named Thor?"
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The smirk on Loki's face does suggest that every word of it is, in fact, a massive lie.
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"So what do you do for a living? If I might be so bold."
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It's actually the truth. In a way.
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Who knows? It might be a useful skill to have.
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She looks up at him, a sharp expression on her face. "You want me to teach you art? Or --" She waggles the pencil between her fingers, "to draw? Which?"
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"Well, yes. One is learning to walk, the other is learning to fly. Both useful, under the right circumstances."
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The corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she says it.
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"That cold be fun," he says.
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She turns the page around and shows him two very intimately entwined stick figures. Nothing more than rated PG, but the impression is very clear.
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"I've never had a student before. I'm not sure I could teach you, actually."
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