thehandmaiden | 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!

[That is so very much not helpful in her opinion. If this new location is anything like Braxton or Asgardia, there will certainly be more than one building.

But in her anger, she flings a ball of magic towards a wall. Surely the sound of that impact is audible.]

[Loki steps back when he hears a soft crashing sort of sound. Could it be that Leah is inside this building?

He disappears off screen for a moment to stare at the ceiling.]

Leah, hold on.

[He shoves a chair to the middle of the room and grabs his broom.]

Listen.

[He slams the broom a couple of times against the ceiling.]

Do you hear me?

[There is, she realizes upon close listening, the muffled sound of something hitting against something else It makes her frown and she steps towards the sound, frown deepening upon feeling vibrations.]

Is that you?

Yes!

[He repeats slamming the broom against the ceiling.]

Are you inside the room above mine!?

If I tell you yes, will you cease that banging?

[The hints of anger and frustration seep back into her voice. It was helpful at first. Now, she's finding the slamming to be very irritating.

No surprise, after all. It is Loki who is hitting the broom against her floor.]

If you tell yes.

[So he keeps banging against the ceiling until Leah will say 'yes']

I am inside room 25 on the fifth floor. Such a pleasant coincidence!

[If anyone could make the word yes sound like a violent threat, it's Leah right now. The word comes out behind clenched teeth as she glowers at the floor.

A second later, she waves her hands. A portal opens in front of her and she steps through to find herself in the room beneath her own. The scowl is still very much present on her face when she reaches out to grab the broom away from Loki.]

[Loki half expected that, but only half. When leah takes his broom away he still loses his balance and falls from the chair onto his behind. And, Asgardian or not, it does hurt a bit.

Despite that he smiles because he's just really glad to see her and he's fairly sure this sentiment is absolutely not mutual. But that is just a minor detail.

Slowly he gets back on his feet and dusts his tunic off.]

Quite an entrance, bff!

[She stands in front of him, broom grasped in one fist as the other rests on her hip. A smile teases her otherwise serious expression when he falls from the chair. How often has he called upon her to utilize this piece of magic?

Really, Loki. You ought to know better.]

It seemed the quickest way to remove this broom from your grasp.

[Loki chuckles softly and he's truly glad to see her. He thought that the broomstick might do the trick and he's quite pleased to know it did.

He's still chuckling when he approaches her and puts a hand on her shoulder. Because hugging probably would result in quite a world of uncomfortable pain.]

It is absolutely great to see you again, bff! And I swear, I am not lying.

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[With broom in hand, she opts not to shove Loki for touching her. The gesture is mild enough to let it pass.]

I saw you mere matters ago. You insisted we go to Broxton to pick up decoration for my dirty great big hole in the ground.

[Loki raises his eyebrows. That...brings up an entirely new question.]

I have seen you ages ago. Probably months.

[And he had missed her greatly.]

What is the last...thing you remember of us doing? Before our trip to Broxton?

[Unfortunately, perhaps, for Loki, she takes the question too literally.]

I walked Thori on your behalf.

I am referring to our heroic deeds, Leah.

[He chuckles softly.]

Ah. [Well, then.] You were the idiot who provided the Fear Lords with a crown to fight over for all eternity.

[This was his Leah. Not one from a past or some far future. For a moment the smile on his face grows more warm.]

Quite a good little plan, yes?

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