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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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Loki ignored the juice. He felt better than he'd expected, but still didn't trust his body enough to stand up. It'd probably make him dizzy or even faint.

"Answer to what? Your childish argument aside, you're both old enough to know that our kind don't get sick. You are perfectly safe." Pause. "Coward."

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"Was that supposed to sting?" Loki asked. "Cowards are those that run from danger. Wanting to know what one's in for has nothing to do with cowardice. It's called preparation. Not wanting an inconvenience to come up in the first place is hardly cowardice either. That's called practical thinking. Maybe you better make up some other insult."

He slid off of the countertop and walked over to his other self, slowly, deliberately and very evenly. Once there, he lowered himself to one knee in front of the other, who didn't seem to want to rise just yet.

Was he so weakened by that sickness? No state at all to initate the end of the world in.

He remembered the other hadn't semeed all that fire-proof, and let go of some of the fire inside him, decreasing the heat that radiated out from him until he was reasonably sure he wasn't going to burn even a human. He kept hold of enough to build up a defence again in case this was a ruse and the other was going to attack.

"And if our kind don't get sick, why do you have this leucaemia-thing? How would I ever be safe if it got a hold of you?"

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Loki looked up at his so very different other self.

"Panicking over completely unrealistic dangers is cowardice, too," he said. "Or something very much like it at least."

He hesitated. The other's fear was pathetic, but was it more pathetic than being sick? If he admitted it, the other would despise him, but he wasn't so sure he cared what he thought anymore. They were too different. The only real risk here was that, if he told these two, others would find out and then it might somehow get back to America and his own Norse pantheon.

"Look, this is very private information. I don't want it getting out. I can tell you that it didn't actually get me, as you put it, and it definitely won't get you."

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"What do you mean? You're taking those pills because they taste so good? Because you like the side effects?"

He laughed drily. "To me, the danger is rather realistic, considering how closely related the two of us are." Leaning one arm on his thigh, he bent forward until their faces almost touched. His voice lowered, he added: "And yes, I am afraid of this happening to me. I'm just beginning to enjoy life again after my sentence under the snake. I don't want to deal with my very body becoming a prison of sorts for me. If it must happen, I'd rather be prepared. If there's a way to avoid it, I'd rather go down that path. And if I'm really and truly in no danger at all, then we should see how we can get it out of you, wherever it came from."

He considered for a moment. "Nothing we say here needs leave this room. But... you know, you almost seem ashamed of it." He didn't raise his voice. The librarian would have to have bloody good ears to make out anything he was saying. "Does that mean you brought this on yourself with some silly bet?"

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"Swear that it won't, both of you," Loki demanded. "Give me a proper oath and I'll tell you. And no, it wasn't even a bet."

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Slowly, Loki stood and went back to the bar.

Carefully, he poured himself half a glass of mead, then turned again to face the other Loki. A proper oath, was it?

Holding his glass, he intoned: "I swear by my dead children, who were murdered to bind me, 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."

He raised his glass slightly into the direction of the other one, then emptied it in three gulps without putting the glass down in between.

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Loki nodded, satisfied. He wouldn't swear on his children, if he weren't serious and he expected no matter how different they were in other ways that this was true for the other Loki as well.

Then he looked over to Gabriel expectantly. He wasn't sure what Judeo-Christian gods valued enough to swear on, or what a formal oath among them looked like, but hopefully Gabriel wasn't aware of that.