Lower Tadfield Safehouse

"A proper healing god can't render us forever young and healthy, the apples can."

Loki sighed. he really wasn't sure if he wanted to do what he was about to do just now, but - if the source of the other's health came from him, what better opportunity to make him a true ally? He'd be in his debt forever.

"You know - I brought a couple. If you want to try them, I could share them with you."

He unbuttoned his pocket and brought out the bottle to hold it out to the other Loki. "And sure - here they are. I don't know if they're susceptible to heat, but I kept the fire away from them anyway."

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Gabriel frowned. He didn't know much about the Eastern European deities, but he did recall having read something about them once. From what he could remember, Czernobog was hardly... jolly. "What on Earth possessed you to try pranking someone like Czernobog?"

Raphael could probably heal him in less than a minute, but the Healer wasn't here, and Gabriel wasn't sure if he himself could heal cancer.

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Loki grabbed the bottle maybe a bit too hastily, but then all the beings present already knew how important it was.

"Your apples don't work," he informed the other Loki, but decided not to inform him how he knew.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he explained to Gabriel. "And why not Czernobog? He's an old friend."

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Loki held out a hand to his other self, a mute offer to help him up.

Looking at the other's clothes, one could almost get envious. He wondered if they were part of his shape or actually something he had put on. If the latter, he really wanted to know where he put them when he shifted shape.

"How do you know they won't?" he asked him. "You could always give them a try."

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"Oh, but you could say I already did," Loki said with a grin and sat up slowly and carefully. No dizziness. Good. He only felt exhausted. "Didn't make me feel any healthier."

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"Too bad", Loki said, still offering his hand. "Maybe my apples work better than yours."

Except that, depending on how similar they actually were... "Or were those mine that you tried?"

Anger flared up in him for a moment. How could he dare break into his room and rummage through his things?

On the other hand, the same could be said vice versa, and he had been just about to give him one anyway.

His rage subsided, and so did the fire that had flared up inside him for a moment. He let it die down to a flame that was just suitable for keeping him comfortable.

"If so, I certainly hope you left me one. Otherwise I'm the one in trouble."

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Loki grinned.

"Oh, don't panic again, will you. Of course I left one. I didn't even mean to eat the first, but ... well, it looked good and I was a little peckish. Tasted good, too."

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Loki put his hand to his forehead, groaning. "Tasted good! There he goes and eats one of Idunn's priceless apples, and all he has to say about it is that they taste good!"

He cast a look around the room. "Now get up already, and let's put this place back into some semblance of order before someone comes in and we have a lot of explaining to do."

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Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at Loki's - the Icelandic one - response. "Well, he was being honest?" he offered.

He glanced around the room. A minor miracle probably wouldn't hurt, he decided, and waved his hand. Instantly, any remaining burn marks vanished, as did the sleeves of Loki II's jacket on the floor, but he felt that they could just as well replace the furniture themselves. It was their fault, after all.

He glanced at the blond Icelandic god. "I can repair your clothes, too," he offered. "Unless you'd rather keep the jacket that way. As for the wounds, I'm sure there's some sort of hospital wing in this place, or at least a first-aid kit."

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Loki looked around the room. The other one had thrown the chair, so he could just as well pick it up. Instead, he retired behind the bar to straighten up there. He had, after all, played the barman for the three of them.

"I don't mind the jacket this way," he told Gabriel. "And the wounds are going to heal. It's not been that long since I've had an Apple myself. Apart from that - I don't see how I would explain them to anyone. You could repair that, though." He gestured at the leg of his trousers, which had been bitten through by the wolf trying to get to his own leg.

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For a moment Loki was dumbstruck. No, they couldn't possibly ever have been the same person.

"Order?" he gasped finally. "How could I ever even suggest such a thing! No, leave it as it is. It's much more comfortable in here now."

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Loki raised an eyebrow in the other's direction.

"And what are we going to tell people if they wonder how the room got this way? We'd be hard-pressed to keep our oath."

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"That we don't know," Loki suggested with a grin. "We weren't here. Or maybe it already looked like this when we arrived. Or maybe we had a little bar fight for fun."

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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.

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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.

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"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?

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"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."

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"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!"

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

Watching the two Lokis interact was rather entertaining.

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

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

This was all getting rather confusing.

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"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?"

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"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."

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