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1st Milkshake [video]

[The keepers of the dead do not sleep. It is a luxury reserved only for their charges. But some point during her forced residency in Midgard, Leah has learned to envy those who sleep. The long hours of night pass slow when there is no assignment to carry forth. Only so much of her time can be spent watching Loki's window far away in Asgardia, envious of his nocturnal rest. It is a rest she so much desires, though such a gift would undermind her duties as handmaiden. Had she not been tasked, after all, to keep watch over Loki at all hours as to ensure fulfillment of his debt to her mistress?

A little sleep, she thinks sometimes, would be of no harm. It would make instead for an interesting escape, a chance to perhaps observe her subconcious at work. Restlessness does not often get the better of her. Neither do these fancies or whims. But tonight, one does. And for a full three minute, she closes her eyes and pretends to sleep.

When her eyes open, the surroundings are not what she expects. She sits no longer on a rock outside the entrance to her dirty great hole in the ground. There is no Thori grumbling in the distance, threatening to cock his leg (tonight on the great world tree). The sky is no longer black but for the pinprick of light from stars and moons or the faint glow of Asgardia a mile away.
She is in what she recognizes as a Midgardian apartment, sitting on a twin-sized bed with an unfamiliar journal opened in front of her. Sunlight streams in from an open window and the chilly breeze of winter only faintly tickles her skin. Her arms are bare, a fact that perhaps catches Leah most by surprise. She only owns one dress, a long gown of dark green. This simple white shift is not her dress.

There is another glance down at the journal, at the words appearing on it as if it were the Stark phone Loki so foolishly brought her. Her hands ball into fists as she raises them level with her chest and sparks of neon green magic (magic that looks very much like lightning to the unfamiliar) flicker both from hands and eyes.

Leah of Hel is not amused.]

Loki Laufeyson! [The name is yelled even though she suspects the young god of mischief to be nearby, observing for himself the mischief, it seems, that he has just concluded. The hows of her sudden transport to Broxton will be puzzled later. For now, she knows no greater desire than to flush out the boy and pummel him fiercely.] Cease this joke of practical nature right now and show yourself!

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[Loki finds this very, genuinely amusing, and laughs, still leaning against the wall.]

It shan't get any better here, in that case. My condolences, lady.

[Though she works to keep up the solemn expression, a hint of amusement crosses her features when he laughs. It is very unlike Loki's laugh; the sound does not grate at her ears.]

Are you truly Loki Laufeyson?

[A slight spasm of disgust hits his features, smoothed away in an instant.] I am Loki of Asgard. I claim nor want no father.

[He raises an eyebrow, challenging her to disagree with him on this.]

[The response is intriguing. As far as Leah is aware, the Loki she knows holds no qualms with his parentage. Another difference then, if this man is truly a Loki from another world.

But she will not disagree with his desire.]

And I have none I know of, Loki of Asgard. I will not call you by that name again.

[He inclines his head.] Lucky you.

An easy way to call us apart, if nothing else. [He idly runs his fingers along the wall.]

What sorts of tasks do you do for the Lady Hela? Though of course, I do not mean to pry into secret matters. But I find my curiosity roused, having had magic flung at my head.

As her handmaiden, I do whatever Hela wishes of me.

[Her life is not her own. It has never been and never will be. But she accepts that fact. Just as she accepts that Hela would want news of this other Loki. To befriend him would quite likely be yet another task.

How she misses Hel.]

At the moment, it is to ensure your younger self fulfills his promise to my mistress.

What a broad job description.

Oh, what promise might that be? [Oh, but that sounds amusing. He's done a few tricks of that sort before, but he has no faith in his younger self. For anything really.]

[Broad, perhaps, but apt.]

That I cannot say. The debt is a matter between Hela and Loki Laufeyson. You, as you have distinguished, are not he.

[He laughs and shrugs, his look really just saying well, can't blame a guy for trying.]

He hasn't mentioned anything of Hel, but I would not expect that either. [They really loathe each other.]

But how circumspect of you, either way. [He finds he rather likes this.] What are you allowed to speak of?

What is it you wish me to speak of?

[Oho.

He grins.]

Magics?

[She smiles at that.]

A topic I am both free to speak of and enjoy.

[Is that... a fellow nerd he smells?]

Oh, excellent. 'Tis my favorite subject.

What is it you're currently studying?

[Perhaps. If she knew what the word meant.

But, as it is, his response gets yet another smile.]

Prior to my current assignment, I had been working to refine my skills in constructing portals.

Ah. I have been working lately on a few projects for spatial mechanics. There is a discontinuity that surrounds this prison that prevents teleportation or construction of a portal.

How are you with maths?

[That this prison prevents portal construction is most displeasing news to hear. The smile fades quickly.]

I have never had much use for maths.

Ah. I've found mathematics a useful framework with which to construct more flexible sorts of magical effects, but to each his or her own, I suppose.

Shall we discuss?

[That is most unlike the methodologies Hela had taught her. But interest is still piqued. Oh so very much. She'd agree to his offer in a heartbeat, and is more than ready to when she remembers the white shift she currently wears.

It causes a bashful look to cross her features, oh so slight.]

I would like to. But I ought to find more suitable wardrobe first.

Ah, yes.

[He smiles crookedly and offers her a courtly bow that only has his normal flip of mockery to it.]

If the lady would like, I can escort her to a shop where she might find suitable clothing. And do so without having to drag her outside.

[He offers Leah his arm.]

[She looks at his arm for a moment before accepting it. This shift does not become her, is not the green she prefers.

It's not the one dress she's worn her whole life. Without that dress, Leah feels oddly naked.]

I would like to witness these teleportation skills of yours first hand.

[Loki grins.]

As the lady wishes.

[He puts his hand securely over hers. If she knows this much about magic, he assumes she knows to not resist. He takes a moment to mentally compose the way he wishes to twist reality, making this point equally to that, and steps across the gap in space with no further performance than that.

To the clothing shop, an out of the way corner of it where they won't run into anyone.]

[She pays every bit of attention, as if this Loki is in fact Hela and this demonstration an important lesson in her magical education. There is little in the way of light or words with his magic. And travel is indeed instantaneous, without need of a portal.

Without letting go, she looks up at him. Very impressed.] I do not know how I could have ever mistaken you for the Loki I know.

[He gives her a somewhat sardonic bow.] One would have thought the height difference alone...

[He carefully releases her hand, though she can keep her hand on her arm if she wishes to continue to play lady.]

I cannot guarantee that your personal clothing will be here as of yet, but if not I hope you might find something agreeable.

[The lift of the brow is returned, amusement playing on her features. Her hand remains on his arm in the light gesture of a girl more accustomed to refined treatment, as due her status as Hela's handmaiden.]

Consider it a compliment.

[That said, she takes a few steps closer towards a rack of dresses. Perhaps there might be something of use within.]

Then I shall. A compliment from a lady.

[He plays his part of being the gentleman perfectly, escorting her over to the rack so she can have a look.]

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[Action] When the heck did it change to video?

[Action] ahaha, more like: how did it take us so long to notice?

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