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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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[Well, that glorious sandwich of bacon, honey and peanutbutter Loki has made for himself kind of ends up on the floor when he hears Leah yelling his name.

At first he wonders if his head is playing a marvellous trick on him but then he notices that it is coming from his book of great communication that is lying on his bed.

His bff of all bff's is here? Can it truly be? Loki forces himself not to look too happy when he contacts her. That would spoil everything!

So he shows himself...]

You called, my dearest bff?

Edited (in where I change this tag twice) 2013-01-03 21:52 (UTC)

[She isn't watching the journal. She hasn't been since first noting its presence on the strange bed. Technology like this is inconsequential. What does she care of the world of online? It is only filled with stupid people.

So she doesn't see Loki's face when he responds. Only his words permeate her anger. Getting to her feet, Leah looks around the room.]

Show yourself!

[Loki sits down on the bed and chuckles softly.]

I am afraid I cannot. Yet, if you wish me to come for you,...and I am most sure you would wish nothing more, you need to tell me where you are.

[He leans a bit closer to the screen. She might have appeared in one of the emtpy apartments. But which one...and where? He taps his chin.]

Leah, do you see a big book close to you? Take that book and open it, yes?

[Though she does not see his face in the book, having left it on the bed, sharp hearing still picks up the chuckle. She would glower at him were he in the room. Leah does not like being the subject of a jest.

Still ignoring the book (and most of Loki's blathering for that matter), she explores the small domicile she appeared in for the trickster's hiding place.

But he does not stop talking.] It is a book, Loki. One that appears to be much like your Starkphone. Of what use is it in removing you from your hiding place?

A great reunion of bff's, bff!

[Loki laughs fully now. There's no hiding in that he's absolutely happy to hear her voice again and to know that she's here. Everything would be so much less complicated now.]

It is not just a book, it is a book of great communication. Ah, and there is a lot I have to tell you...ah...

[He silences for a moment.]

...we need to visit the shop and acquire some civvies for you to wear, you see?

[And of course...there is that...he is not the only one called Loki Laufeyson around this village... Thus he needs to make haste.]

Is there a room number on your door? For instance, I live in the fifth building of apartments, on the fifth floor, inside room twenty-five.

[He has to track her down before his older self does...]

Edited 2013-01-14 19:19 (UTC)

[The laughter makes her prickle, as does his seemingly utter delight despite her annoyance. In the time since handed this task by Hela, Leah has unwittingly grown to learn Loki's moods and tricks. But right now, he has her honestly puzzled.]

If you would just return my dress, there would be no need to go shopping in Braxton. I do not care for the way the mortals look at us when we are in town.

But Leah, they have shirts with the faces of rage!

[Loki disappears from the screen for a moment to return with a shirt with this face on it.]

We might even be able to get matching shirts to make everyone aware of the fact we are bff's forever and ever. And ever.

Shall I come to pick you up?

[A short silence before his voice takes on a more serious tone.]

It is most important that I find you before my older self does, you see?

[When she does look back at the journal, it is to see a shirt that elicits no other reaction aside from a deepening frown. It is horrendous. As is the prospect of having matching shirts. Yet, she would expect little less from Loki.

She is about to demand that he indeed show himself and return her to her great dirty hole in the ground when he speaks again. Ah, the other Loki.]

I do not know why that would be a concern. He appeared most unlike you.

Most unlike me?

[So he showed himself already? How problematic and most aggravating. Yet, Loki's voice does not give away anything.]

I see, I see.

[He disappears from the screen for a moment so he can put on his boots because if you won't tell him where you are, Leah, he'll go and find you anyway.]

Unlike me as in, lets say, completely and totally uncool, not studly and utterly dull, or unlike me as in 'without a shirt he resembles Daimon Hellstrom?'

I do not hope for that last option, bff.

Edited 2013-01-17 08:19 (UTC)

[It would be easy to give her full assessment of the other Loki. However, she finds keeping Loki in the dark to be much more enjoyable.

There are few joys in her life. Annoying Loki is one of them.]

Does it truly matter?

Of course it matters, b.f.f. As a matter of fact, it is of great importance to know who is the most studly.

[And his older self is dangerous, and Loki really does not want him around Leah. And he also starts to figure out that Leah isn't going to tell him where she's located.

Two can play that game.]

Are you still in need of your dress?

[Loki smiles feintly.]

Do you wish me to pick it up for you?

[She is clothed, though the white shift is not to her liking. Therefore the dress is not entirely needed, only wanted. To want is not a feeling she is yet accustomed to.

The words are almost (almost) stumbled over as she replies.] You know where it has been placed?

[Oh yes, he knows.]

I might know where I can find it, yes.

[And no, he's not going to give you that information, Leah.]

In your possession?

[Loki shakes his head.]

Have some trust in me, b.f.f.

Then inform me, Loki. Where is my dress?

I shall get it for you, do not worry. As they say 'that's what friends are for', yes?

[He's not going to tell you.]

I will contact you after I have reclaimed your dress.

[She glowers at the journal. Oh, if she could reach through and pummel Loki right this very moment.]

Loki! I insist you tell me right this instant!

Absolutely not.

Your dress was green and yellow, yes? I am sure it was. If I cannot find it I'll bring the most similar green dress.

Or a pink one.

[Loki grins and finally shakes his head.]

Since you insist not telling me about your whereabouts, I insist not telling you about the location of your dress.

[Really childish, Loki...]

I am in a room. There is a bed. [The words come out between nearly clenched teeth. That he is being so insufferable is far from appreciated.] More than that, I do not know.

[Ok, thats something and so he decides to wait with leaving to get Leah her dress.]

Make some noise. Stamp your feet on the ground. If I hear you we might be in the same building.

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!?

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