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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.

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"And maybe you finally get up from the floor and take that chair back to the bar. We've stretched the rules far enough for one day. I don't think adding property damange to the list of our crimes is a good idea. Or even upping the cleaning bill."

He wouldn't normally have been so concerned about these things, but if he had to find himself a new base from where to start his work, he'd never be able to find one so perfectly suited as this.

Loki did pull himself up using the nearest table for support, just in case he got dizzy after all. Not because the other had told him so, though. He needed to take his medicine and he remembered that Loki had put a drink for him on the bar.

As soon as he was sure that he wouldn't suddenly collapse the moment he let go of the table he walked over there and picked up the glass.

"I am a chaos-god," he informed the other that couldn't possibly be himself. "I do not do order. It's against my nature."

He sniffed the glass cautiously. It didn't smell as if there was any alcohol in it. Didn't taste like it either, so hopefully it was safe.

Loki unscrewed the bottle and fished out one of the pills. "Well, it doesn't look like they melted in any case," he commented before putting it in his mouth and washing it down with half the contents of his glass of juice.

"Does that mean we can interpret our oath to you quite chaotically, too?" Loki asked, offering the first bottle of juice he got his hand on for a refill.

"And of course they wouldn't melt. What kind of beginner did you take me for?

"Only, if you don't care what happens to that which you swore on," Loki returned with a shrug.

It might be an empty threat, or it might not. He often didn't know that he could pull something off until he had to. The other's family certainly seemed out of his reach now, but there might be a way to find them, if he set his mind to it.

"Everything else got pretty hot. I thought it was at least worth checking."

"I should do it, just to see you try get into Helheim and explain to Hel you're her father," Loki said. "Please try. It would be the greatest fun, I'll bet on that anytime!"

"Does she not know who her father is?" Gabriel interrupted, curiously.

Watching the two Lokis interact was rather entertaining.

"Sure she knows," told the librarian. "That's why I'm saying it - Do you think he looks anything like me?"

"But wouldn't he have his own, separate Hel?"

This was all getting rather confusing.

"He just threatened to harm my children, you know," Loki elaborated. "My dead children. To get at them, he'd have to enter our Helheim, don't you think?"

"Indeed, I'd have to enter it," Loki confirmed. "Why however you assume that I'd need to convince your Hel that I'm her father in order to harm her I have no idea."

"You said by that to which I swore. That does not include her." Loki answered calmly.

He had been careful with the wording of that oath. It seemed that was a good thing.