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#on the off chance someone following is still active

Merry Christmas.

"I have a trip planned for you as a Christmas gift but not for today and since I feel like tradition demands I give you something on the day of the holiday... here..."

"I've had this pendant around for some time. As far as I know it's your sacred Tree of Life because I've stolen it from the Norse section of the museum. Not sure if there are any magial properties to it but something tells me it belongs with you more than it does with me."

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Loki’s face looked stricken as his mouth fell agape. “Why not?!” He asked, utterly puzzled. “You want to know what it is, don’t you? I can take you to someone who will help find that out.” He pursed his lips in irritation. To make such an offer and then be rejected… It certainly hurt his pride.

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She in return gazed at him, as if he was the one talking silly and soon began explaining why: “Yes but I want to stay alive as well. If I understand correctly and you are offering to take me to someone I think I know you’re hinting at, how do you think he’ll react to a villain girl, who is in possession of what you called ‘something that can kill a god like you’, appearing in front of him being all ‘hi’, sorry, but I just had to bring this dangerous toy to you, because I am so selfishly afraid for my own life that I am ready to endanger all of yours.” She made a face and chuckled. “Making fun of you and shoving it into your face is one thing, you’re… you are you, and you and I… are ‘we’. Coming up to him and shoving it into his face is pretty much certain death wish. Let me be honest, if I were him, I’d kill someone like me and I’d bury this thing as deep in the ground as possible along with the body, no evidence, no potential harm to anyone but the silly annoying girl.”

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gah you know I can't pass up the angst "by your side till you heal"

Loki’s eyes cracked open to bright lights and splitting pain in his head. As the whiteness cleared he realized that he was not, in fact, in Helheim or Valhalla, but in a hospital room, and a certain blond seemed to have fallen asleep in a chair pulled up beside the hospital bed. He tried to sit up, but that proved too difficult, and so he settled for loudly clearing his throat, hoping it was a light sleep.

He had vague memories, blurs more like, of being rushed into the ER, Helena shouting something angrily, the doctor’s words beforehand echoing faintly in his brain “- not sure we can treat him, he is a criminal after all-“, and the pain in his head told him he must have taken a serious blow to it, but he couldn’t remember much else.

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"I’m the one that’s standing and you’re the one that’s lying, so zip it," Hel uttered somewhat cautiously; she hated doctors, hated hospitals… if Loki wasn’t hit very badly she’d have never set a foot in the establishment. While there she managed to yell down almost every doctor and nurse she ran into, some suffered for no apparent reason. "A scratch and a few bruises - nothing I’ve never went through before and the psionic shield helped— speaking of which, next time I tell you to get closer to me, you do so. Then you won’t get buried in the debris.”

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"You always were much too clever, weren’t you, Helena?" the purr came from somewhere behind her, though Loki himself was nowhere to be seen. "No need to go and ruin a perfectly good grave, though. You win." There was a hint of a smile and mischief in his voice. "Congratulations, now do inform me why you’re putting so much effort into disproving my death? Do you want Thor to find me?”

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For a moment Hel wondered if perhaps she’d finally lost her mind completely and started hearing things as there was no one to be seen when she turned around; but it was such a brief feeling… mainly because the spooky voice from nowhere was pretty much Loki’s style.

"What’s Thor got to do with this? I am the one willing to find you— wasn’t it supposed to be obvious or something?” she brought shovel up in demonstration.

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"If he finds me alive... well to say the least he will now be pleased."

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❋

Our muses’ are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses’ to share a stupid, drunken kiss.

Somehow Helena knew that getting to drink with Loki again would be a bad idea and had been avoiding the potential occurrence with all her might… until that unlucky evening when she was particularly gloomy and so was he—- yes, a lot gloomier than usual.

If only that was the sole thing, Hel would’ve forced herself to walk away but sadly she did meet him at the bar out of all places, as if fate itself— something she refused to believe in but sometimes felt that it was suspiciously real— set the scene for them. For some reason ‘playing indifference’ option was not available for Hel any longer, perhaps the ‘button broke’, being pushed too hard and often.

Surely as soon as she sat down he offered her to order… didn’t mention he’d buy her a round by the way, just suggested they drink together, so Hel immediately thought he’d probably make her pay for the fun of it; the idea made her smile and somehow that smile stuck on her face for a long time until it was wiped off by a kiss both would swear they did not start. In fact it was a mutual expression of hidden desire, stupid, drunken but wanted.

It did not last long though, for the awkwardness followed: they’d kissed less innocently before but the fact that time had passed and things changed created an odd and unfamiliar feeling of strangeness.

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"What’s wrong, Helena? Not having fun?" He called back over his shoulder, grinning, barely watching the road as he accelerated faster.

They were, unfortunately, nearly at the park, he noted as he drove, saddened that he would soon not be experiencing the rush of the wind in his face at high speeds. Helena’s frightened clutching was only heightening the amusement, as well, and thus was another thing he would miss.

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Muffled sounds that resembled dying whale noises seized when Helena moaned something into Loki’s back as she kept on clinging to him further. Why did she even agree to this, did she really think that he would take it slow and be gentle about it— no, so why did she give into this experience that was making her stomach and head ache - at was if she did not know the answer herself.

By the time they finally arrived at the park the situation was far from pretty, for Hel barely forced her fingers to work— so hard had she been grasping him— in order to let go and quickly make her way straight for the near-by bushes to… well, you may guess.

"Never again," she gasped after she finished emptying the contents of her stomach, unable to stand and landing on her knees since her head had still been spinning. "The only way I will ever benefit from your driving is if I enter you in a race and bet money.”

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//Unmarked Grave meme\\ Loki stepped up behind Helena, slowly. "Who is it?" His tone was solemn, but mild curiosity permeated his voice.

You see my character at the cemetery, placing flowers on an unmarked grave. What do you do?

Hel stood gazing upon the grave, as if she was frozen or charmed by unknown forces; it seemed as if she did not notice Loki’s presence at all, since she did not jump up or yelp as she would have usually… However, she was, in fact, thinking, processing and trying to find words.

Such a simple question he asked but there was no easy answer to it, whatever she’d have said wouldn’t have been enough to describe Isabelle, though maybe—-

"Past," Helena finally uttered and shrugged. "My Isabelle, Izzie. Someone who used to be my world, my love… but is now just, poof! gone. So these visits don’t even matter any longer— just a ritual to express respect for the dead even if there probably is none left, formality." The way she mumbled it all out suggested that Hel actually was deeply disturbed.

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He hesitated before speaking, knowing the depth of emotion in hollow words. “She was important to you.” A past lover? He suppressed a pang of jealousy. Finally he stepped closer, eyeing the grave curiously. “If the formalities give you comfort in her absence then that is what matters.” Just two years ago he’d preached how pathetic sentiment was, and now he spoke to the opposite. He didn’t even know what he believed anymore, the only thought he had was that he should not be reflecting on his life at this moment.

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"Comfort?" There was something very dark and sinister about the way she reacted to his comment, the way she moved with careless ease, a shade of attitude present that was not entirely appropriate when a deceased lover was in question: Hel let out a deep throaty cackle and followed it up by a very unpleasant laughter.

"No. More like a vague gratitude for all the good moments, along with expression of distate… It’s hard to explain but perhaps if I told you that she hated roses and this colour in particular," the blonde pointed out, gesturing at the bouquet that had now been resting near the gravestone. "You’d most likely get a hint of what loving this woman had been like for me. Heck, if she was the one alive and I the one lying there, she’d probably bring lilies to my final resting place…" she paused and ruffled the ground with her boot in such a manner that almost screamed disdain.

"I’m alergic to lilies, you know."