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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"I've never had a student before. I'm not sure I could teach you, actually."
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"I wouldn't ask you to do it for free, either. Nor do I know the going rate for art lessons, so I shall have to trust you to set a fair price."
The boy's got an original Jackson Pollock in his apartment. He's probably good for the cash.
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She looks up at him, her blue-eyed gaze keen.
"But if you want to come by the studio, hang out while I'm working, maybe bring pizza? I could sit you down with a sketchbook, give you some tips?"
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Pizza in exchange for tips does sound like a fair trade, though.
"What day is best for you?"
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"What's today, Thursday? I have a thing up in Boston tomorrow. I should be back by Saturday morning. How's Sunday work?"
She's scribbling a number and and address in the corner of the page, tearing it off and handing it to him.