(no subject)

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Date: April 5, 2003
Status: Public (Loki, Loki II, Gabriel - Complete)
Setting: Loki's Room, Bar
Summary: Oh, no! Loki's medicine is gone!


Loki was pleased to notice that he had felt much better all day. It seemed that he was finally recovering. Hopefully if he continued to obey the doctor's orders exactly and always took his medicine, he'd soon be well enough to permanently return to America. Interesting as England was, he still missed his friends and family in America. This was another Loki's land.

He slipped one hand into his backpack feeling blindly for his pills. Ah, there the box was. He pulled it out, slightly surprised to find it much lighter than it was supposed to be.

His first reaction was to assume that the bottle had slipped out, but both ends of the box were closed.

Right, so he must have forgotten it in the bathroom. But no, it wasn't there either. Wherever else could he have left it?

Loki rushed back into his room, checked the bedside table, tore open all the drawers and turned over his backpack. Nothing. In a last desperate hope he tore open the cupboard doors, but of course it was completely empty.

His medicine was gone and he needed it!

Unfortunately he couldn't just go and buy another bottle. It was a prescription drug. His only option if he didn't find his pills tonight was to go to London tomorrow and get a new prescription from his doctor - who would not be pleased to find out that he'd lost a bottle he'd been meant to keep safely locked up.

And what effect would this have on his recovery? Would it slow it down? Cause a relapse?

Unwilling to sit around and worry Loki rushed out of his room, slammed the door closed behind him and went downstairs into the bar sorely tempted to bury his worries in alcohol.

Comments

[norseloki.livejournal.com]

Coming down from the library with Gabriel, Loki entered the bar, fully intending to get himself drunk before sunset. He would deal with the possible change of his general situation later. Tomorrow, maybe.

So he thought, at least, until he entered the bar and saw a redhead herecognised all too well sitting at the bar.

He marched up to his other self, positioned himself behind him, legs planted as if steeling himself for battle as he scrutinized both the person and the glass of the other Loki.

"Bartender!" he called. "Get me a large glass of the strongest drink you have around." Then, to the other one, he added: "What are you drinking there?"

[norseloki.livejournal.com]

Loki ground his teeth against the pain. This was serious then, was it?

He opened himself to fire, letting heat flow into him, coursing through him, filling him up... He would have to be careful what he touched now, or he might just set it on fire. He told the fire to stay away from his clothes, but he did not know how long it would remember that. It was so easily distracted...

At least he was pretty sure the wolf would soon find this dish somewhat too hot. The way the other Loki had thrown away the chair suggested that he wasn't quite fire-proof.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel watched the exchange thoughtfully. What was he supposed to swear on? He kept his word, oath or no oath. Still, both the Lokis seemed to value oaths, and he could not ignore Loki's expectant gaze.

And at the same time... lying was not a habit of his. If for some reason another angel, or someone trusted by both himself and Loki asked, was he supposed to lie?

He could simply say that he was not sure he could make such an oath, and leave. But if one or both of them were in need of help, then he needed to know the details.

Father, I trust that You have a reason for putting me in this situation. As always, I have faith in Your Plan.

He stood, holding his half-full glass out slightly as Loki had done, and let his halo become partially visible. "By the faith I have in the Lord my Father, I give you my word of honour that that I shall repeat no word spoken in truth until one of us leaves this room in the hearing of anyone but the three privy to this conversation."

Then he downed his wine, which almost seemed to burn going down his throat.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel sighed, rubbing his forehead. Different incarnations of gods and their realms, oaths, nightmares, bar fights and immortal cancer... he'd thought he'd be having a peaceful break. "Please don't get into an argument again; the bar almost looks good as new."