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[Event Open] On the first day of Ewaymas...

Who: Loki Laufeyson and Open
Where: Mansion, dining hall, garden, generally just out and about
When: 12/12
Rating: PG?
Summary: Loki done drank the Kool Aid. In other words, yes, your worst fears have been imagined: Loki's chipper and loveable.
The Story:
T'was the first morning of an event and all were asleep. Not a creature was stirring... except that ungodly racket outside his chamber door. Loki jolted awake and stepped out, prepared for some kind of assault or ensuing chaos only to see the halls redecorating themselves for some obscene Midgard holiday. Faintly, he recognised some of the gaudy clutter as a largely commercialised holiday among the mortals of his brother's favourite realm. Wonderful.

His casual visit to the dining hall proved far more annoying this his initial awakening. Despite what he insisted upon, the infuriating magic persisted on producing variants of unsightly sweets and colourful yet inedible cakes. He wouldn't need to consume anything to worsen his mood, because no such magic existed to make it any worse. He settled on just taking up the glass of liquid it gave him and moved to the kitchen to snatch a few simple slices of bread. His first taste of the drink was reminiscent of the fruitier alcoholic beverages some mortals drank, but his next few sips seemed to broaden his opinion. By the bottom of the cup, he actually enjoyed the sweet cocktail. Enough so that he had a second, and even indulged in one of the strangely shaped, icing-covered sweets the dining room had previously tried to serve him. Nothing would come of the cookie as the magic of the punch had already taken hold.

He acted on whim and took a chipper stroll around the garden, greeting anyone he met with a smile and even a walk along the beach. He could be found just about anywhere, trying to spread the good cheer to others...

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Loki, despite his abnormally bright mood, was a bit worried about something. Or rather, about someone. The young Kaplan had a unique energy about him, Loki chalked it up to not only being as powerful as he was, but also to the imprint left on him by dimension hopping. Generally, when he felt out for Billy's presence, he could feel that imprint. Today, he couldn't.

He was on his way back to the mansion to check on Billy's room only to bump into a small child on the way there. The boy looked miffed, and he felt like he know him, but honestly he didn't remember making any other child acquaintances apart from Adam when he'd been here and Billy being the second youngest.

Loki offered a smile and knelt down to be a bit more eye-level with him. "These halls can be quite dangerous. Should you truly be out on your own?"

Billy looked up at the man hesitantly for a moment. The only other adult he had met hadn't been very nice to him, but this man was smiling and he wasn't green. "Where am I supposed to be? I don't know where my mommy and daddy are and the mean green man chased me away."

Something caught his eye and he looked up at the walls. "How does the shiny stuff stick like that. I tried and tried to pull it down but it wouldn't come down."

He's endeared and if he was in his right mind, he would be utterly disgusted with himself for the amount of charm he felt for this child and his adorable behaviour, but the mention of the 'green man' worried him. Of course, his first thought when one says the 'mean' green man is none other than the Hulk. Incredible green unstoppable machine. Vicious and roars. Likes to smash. Did this boy actually face down the Hulk and escape unscathed to tell the tale? Who was this miracle child?

"Ah, that sounds much like my dear friend, the Hulk. He can be ever so angry, can't he? Roars a lot? He probably just needs a hug." Good Gods, did he just say that? "But I don't recommend that. Not with your size, little one."

But when the next question was posed of him, his grin brightened. He held out a hand, glittering magic manifesting from the tips of his fingers. "The decorations? Magic." Said with much the same zeal a magician would to a child at a party when they still believe in such things. Fortunately, this time, it was a truth. And with that, the sparkling magic morphed and coiled around Billy's small wrist forming into a bracelet made of the very same sparkling tinsel found on the walls. It was an illusion, of course, but one that felt and looked real enough.

Billy shook his head. "No, I know the Hulk! He's in my comic books! This was someone else. He had yellow hair, and he told me Santa wasn't real. Which really didn't bother me because I'm jewish, so I don't care about stupid Santa." Billy paused. "You know the Hulk? For real?"

He is immediately distracted by the magic show Loki puts on for his, his face lighting up in absolute delight. "You can do magic!" He stares down at his wrist with a smile, brushing his fingers over the tinsel. "What else can you do?!"

"That I do. He and I were once enemies, but I find the presence of his more civilised form, Bruce Banner, to be somewhat more enjoyable." Did he just... compliment Banner? What was in the air today? It had to be the snow outside!

To say that Loki was at a momentary loss was the most severe understatement. A blonde, green man, with a bad attitude who would try to spoil a child's delusions of mystical gift providers? Though, the boy was of another faith, so it mattered not, but still. Still...

And realisation dawned on him, green eyes blinking a fraction wider. He only knew one that fit part of that description. "Theodore Altman? The young man with a heart of gold and unbreakable bond with Billy Kaplan? He showed you distasteful hostility?"

But he shook himself out of that momentary worry again to return the smile. "Many things. What would you like to see?" He touched a cool finger against Billy's forehead and the shimmer of magic that followed transformed the boy's entire outfit to something befitting of ~~Disney on Ice~~ a prince of Asgard with added shimmer and glamour.

Billy was thoroughly distracted from the Hulk talk when Loki made his clothes change, but something caught his attention.

"That's my name!" He said with a grin. "I'm Billy Kaplan!" He turned his attention back to the clothes he was now wearing examining them closely. "I look like a Prince!"

Well now, that caught his attention pretty thoroughly. He shifted his gaze back to the boy, examining his features more thoroughly. What game was Wonderland playing at now? Why turn Billy into a child?

"Is it?" He offered a gentler smile. "Then, Billy Kaplan, know that I am a friend." Loki, you are not suitable to adopt children. Not only would you make a horrible parent, Billy has parents. They just aren't here. And since when did you want offspring?

"Ah, but every young man is a prince, is he not? Behold, Billy Kaplan, Prince of Midgard." He gave a showy flick of his wrist and a light crown materialised upon Billy's head.

"If you're a friend what's your name?" He asked curiously peering at him.

He laughed as the crown appeared reaching up to touch it. "Will I be a king one day? I don't have to marry a princess do I? Girls are nice but boys are more fun, they don't mind playing in the dirt. Can I marry a prince?"

"Loki." He offered with a playful smile. "But know that I am not nearly as awful as dear Thor makes me out to be." Billy was long before the age that his version of Loki betrayed him, long before they had even been friends for a short while. And longer still from a time when they became allies once more, here in Wonderland. He doubted he could find that kind of faith in him once more, but he liked the boy, not wanting to conceal it from him.

However, as Billy babbled on, Loki chuckled--yes a genuine laugh of jovialness and nothing malicious about it. "You have the potential to become more than a king. Something greater. And if a prince you so desire, a prince you will have." Even if said prince was being a bit of a big green dick right now. He would have words with this prickly prince of the cacti people.

"Loki?" He light up again. "Like from the stories my dad tells me at bedtime? Do you like to play tricks on people? You know Thor? Does he have a hammer? Did you really make him dress up like a girl once to get his hammer back? My dad says they are just...umm." He has to think of the word. "Myths? But if you know the Hulk you could be him!" This version of Billy doesn't know about the villains or the heroes in his world yet. The comics he reads, the stories his dad tells him are just that to him, stories. As a seven year old he still has the naive innocence to find humor in the stories.

That was a much better reaction than he could have hoped for. "Perhaps. I do. He is my brother. He does have a hammer. I have not made him wear a dress, but this does sound like a very promising idea. Shall we make him wear a dress?" Oh yes, he likes this idea quite a bit. He did remember these legends from the event that brought Billy to his attention in the first place. They read about them when they were younger. Or... so Wonderland would have them believe.

"I am that Loki, you are correct. In a manner of speaking. God of Mischief." He winked as if it were their little secret. Who knew children could be this endearing?

Billy laughed. "You should. It's my favorite story. Thor looks silly in a dress."

"If you're a god is that why you can make me a prince? And do magic? I want to do magic. You know The Scarlet Witch can do magic? She's my favorite Avenger. I have all her comics."

"Oh, I'm not so sure. It seems like it would be so very fitting." Loki smirked. Yep. Thor, you're in trouble now. Hope you like pink.

"Of course." Well, partly, but it was just easier to agree than to try to explain the convoluted process behind why he can do magic. "Can she? Who is this Scarlet Witch?" Because he didn't remember her name on the Avenger's attendance sheet. "Perhaps, one day, you will learn to do magic as well." He rests a hand on Billy's shoulder, smiling warmly at him. Because you will, Billy. You will and Loki couldn't be more proud of you right now. Y'know. It's the punch talking, but...

"She's awesome! She can do crazy magic, but sometimes it doesn't do what she wants it to do. But she tries. She used to be bad because her dad was bad but now she's an avenger and she saves people. She has a twin brother, he's really fast." A pause to breathe. "Is Thor your twin? I've always wanted a twin, or a brother. I have two baby brothers but they are boring. They sleep allll day. Or they cry. Babies cry a lot."

Well now, kids were just too cute, weren't they? Billy seemed to be able to go on and on endlessly until he finally took a breath. Loki found it... adorable. "Oh my, an Avenger? I've met the lot. Charming. I can't say I've made her acquaintance yet, however. I look forward to meeting another skilled sorceress." Lorelei and Amora were two of the most skilled he knew beyond his mother and himself.

"No. Thor and I share different parents. I'm his brother by right, not blood. Adopted as it were. Give your brothers time. They will mature into siblings you will hardly be able to keep up with in no time. You will see." Oh, he will have so many questions for you when you're all grown up again, Billy.

Billy stares at him in wonder. "You've met all of them? What's Cap like? What about Hawkeye? Do you know Ms Marvel? She can fly. Can you fly? I want to be able to fly. If I had three wishes one would be to fly. What would you wish for if you had three wishes?" Breathe Billy.

"By 'Cap' I assume you mean Captain America? He is a delightfully justice-oriented human. So very righteous, seeing the world in black and white. Hawkeye is likely my personal favourite. He was very helpful when we met. Very cooperative. I must say, I'm unfamiliar with Ms. Marvel. However, no, I cannot fly by conventional means." His smile grows more endeared as Billy rattles off one of his wishes and he knew it would be too confusing to tell the kid he would learn to do so when he grew up, so he just let it be.

"I must say, wishes would be a waste on me, young Kaplan." He had to be nice. Nowhere in the rules did it say he had to be honest. As a matter of fact, being nice, for Loki, was a pretty effective lie in and of itself. "What other two wishes would you ask for?"

Since finding his dad as a kid with no memory at all of being an adult, Henry has come to realize that his decision not to eat the food is probably a good one. He has ramen in his room, and he's definitely going to live off of it as long as he can. He doesn't want to be a toddler again, and he has no idea what the rest of the food does to people.

Until he runs into who he knows is Loki, sees him smiling and happy outside of the mansion, and knows that isn't right. Not that Henry doesn't believe Loki could be a better person if he wanted too, just...he knows it wouldn't happen like this. But maybe now's his chance to meet him without worrying it could end really badly.

Smiling at him in the garden, Henry gives a little wave. "You've been here a while, haven't you? I've seen you around. I'm Henry."

This is all either really cool, or it's all going to end badly.

If he wasn't so busy revelling in how wonderful everything suddenly was, he would have probably wondered just what was going on with all of these children. Wonderland was up to its antics again, he was for certain, but why it had decided to turn random residents into children, he would never understand. Because that's obviously all it was doing. Of course it was. Nothing else fishy here.

Henry's friendly greeting is met with an equally warm one from the Frost Giant in Asgardian skin. "That I have. Just over eight months in accordance to the calendar of Midgard. Well met, Henry. I am Loki." He says with a slight bow of his head. "I believe I have seen you around, so I am to presume you are not a victim of this... event, if that's what it truly is. Are you enjoying the festivities of the Mansion? The snow?"

Henry's mostly in shock because...wow. This is definitely a change, and so he just smiles up at him. "Nice to meet you. And...yeah, I've been here for a little while. Only about four months though, I think."

He isn't really sure, it's easy to lose track of time here. "And no, when everyone started turning into little kids, I decided not to eat anything, but it is nice. I like Christmas stuff, and the snow. I guess...I guess it could always be worse."

Adults turning into kids isn't the worst thing they could turn into.

The garden is usually where Lilith can be found. The moment that she spots Loki, her smile is bright and wide, indicating that he isn't the only one going through a clear personality transformation. She drank the kool-aid as well and the spirit of the season had infected her being.

Lilith darts forward, drawing Loki into a tight hug, grinning wildly as she holds him. "How are you? you look wonderful today! I have missed you!" She gushes.

Where Loki would normally bristle at the embrace, especially one so sudden and absolutely unexpected, this time he hugged her back.

"Lady Lilith! It is most definitely a pleasure! You are radiant as ever!" His smile was just way to bright. "I am wonderful! And yourself?"

She's not much of a hugger as it is. But for some reason, she can't help it now, wrapping Loki in her arms and not letting him go. "I am so glad to see you!" When did she really ever express that sentiment in those terms?

"All the better for seeing you. And how handsome you are! You are, as always, a dark god that I cannot resist."

Having searched much of the downstairs, the little redhead girl had decided to head outside to try and orient herself because the longer she was here, the more confusing this test became.

Stepping outside certainly didn't help matters any as she stood by the edge of the gardens, peering around her with wide-eyed curiosity, trying to take in everything at once.

Everything was so strange here.

The flowers were just stunning today, and Loki couldn't help but notice each and every one. He'd never realised just how lovely they were. Taking a small trip around to look at each and every one, there was a tiny flower standing in the middle of the garden looking inquisitive and somewhat lost. Oh, but he knew that face quite well. He grew up with it in one reality.

He approached her with a warm smile and held a hand out to her, one of the flowers materialising from a shimmer of green in his palm, freshly clipped. It was an offering to the little lost spy. "Are you lost little one?"

Surprise flickers visibly across her face - something unusual for her, even at this age - as she stares at the flower that had sprung up in his palm. She takes it with one hand, studying it intently a moment before reaching out with her other and grabbing his hand, twisting it one way and then the other, as if she'd find evidence of his trick.

"How did you do that?"

Well, if that wasn't the most satisfying thing he'd seen in a long time. Baffling little miss widow. He had no qualms allowing her to take his hand and investigate.

"I think you might have a guess." He smiles and waves his free hand towards the the ground and at her feet more flowers sprung from the ground, unfurling their leaves followed by a rapidly maturing buds that quickly open into beautiful, deep red flowers. An illusion, of course, but as real to all of the senses as any other flower. "Magic."

"Magic isn't real," she denies emphatically, still inspecting his hand with an air of condescending skepticism. Because of course she knows that, she's not going to be fooled. Just because most adults mistake her for gullible doesn't mean she actually is.

Of course, being suddenly surrounded by vibrant red blossoms that hadn't been there a moment is a hard trick to explain away and she goes carefully still, still gripping his hand in a tight grip as she glances around her in confused surprise.

"Magic is real. Perhaps not in abundance in your realm, but it does exist." He flicks his other wrist, the one not held by Natasha, and the petals are pulled from the blooms by an illusion of a breeze, carrying them around her in a shower of flower petals. When they brush her skin or land on her shoulders, they're cool and have an illusion of weight to them.

"You deny what you see with your eyes and what you feel with your fingers, but you cannot ignore that something is happening, can you, little one?" The petals and flowers explode harmlessly into a shower of green, glittering magic, falling and slowly fading away.

Crowley was undergoing a similar change, walking in the chilled air with a flask of scotch and a warm smile. He looked almost stoned, but maybe that was just because he's never let go of his anger to this level.

Since his drowning, he'd avoided the beach, but with his new outlook, he found that he liked the give of the sand beneath his loafers as the waves crashed over the sand like the very heartbeat of Wonderland. He often wondered if this place wasn't alive, but for once that thought didn't scare him as much as usual.

Noticing his companion, he offered a smile and held up the flask.

"Scotch?"

He'd never cared much for admiring the scenery. Asgard was breathtaking enough in her own right, so nothing really compared. But he found himself admiring the beauty around Wonderland. The beach was just another facet in the gem. He wasn't alone but he didn't seem to mind this time.

"I think that just may complete this lovely stroll." When Loki does eventually come to his senses, he will probably want to burn the memories of these past few days from his mind. But for now, he just smiled right back, accepting the offer of a drink, handing it back shortly after.

"Well met, my friend. You seem to be enjoying the beauty of this extraordinary Land of Wonder as well, are you not?"

"It's certainly a vivacious place."

He never found himself bored here. Maybe that was because whenever he got to relaxing, something catastrophic happened before he could get bored with it, but it was easy to look on the bright side today, wasn't it?

Taking another drink, he added, "Have you been here long?"

There's little hassle as she goes through the mirror, and that alone speaks volumes about the situation with the Jabberwocky. So many were ready to die for Queen and country, but it's the fact that a good number of them have that has Pepper headed to the other side. Let the Captain and his fellows get eaten; Pepper's willing to risk the traitor mark, although she's coming over with a strategy. This side hardly lacks for fodder, and maybe with enough motivation, one of the heroic types can manage to save the day.

Or maybe they'll all get eaten, and it'll be a non-issue. Either way, Pepper has far more appealing ways to spend her holiday, and/or final hours.

So with her so-called real now trapped on the other side, she wanders the halls of the mansion in search of one particular person. It's strange how eager she is to see him; despite his gift of the mirror she never expected to keep in such close contact. Yet those brief conversations with Loki had been enough to hold her interest, and now even before she acts out her plan, she goes looking for him.

Thankfully it doesn't take too long, although Pepper doesn't make herself known just yet. Why miss the opportunity to surprise him, when it's so very rare? She lets her good mood fuel her, aware that her other had been sickeningly cheerful just before the Jabberwock emerged. The real side has been enduring something far less painful, although it could still prove annoying should Loki be under its effects.

"Merry Christmas, Loki!" She smiles brightly, saccharine sweet as she greets him like a friend, or a punch-addled twit. Same difference.

Well, the last thing Loki is expecting is to see Pepper. After his confrontation with Teddy that ended with him getting a couple knives to the gut, he has avoided all mortals and mortal food if he can help it. He has yet to actually patch the Asgardian leather, but the wounds have near fully healed with magical aid.

So, when she is suddenly in his presence, smiling so sickeningly sweet while expressing the greeting with such exuberance, he might have flinched. Just a bit. He looks her over, a mix of uncertainty and exasperation. He's so tired of these happy people, children, and overly pissy irritants that he half considers just walking on past. But he doesn't.

"Miss Potts, you are aware that you loathe me, correct? Or has that minute detail simply slipped your mind at present? Allow me to remind you, you loathe me." Yes, Loki. This is totally how you make friends. And you have tried to make peace with her before, so why her sudden acceptance of him makes him irritable is a mystery. Perhaps because the magic of Wonderland is at play here, and it's not exactly something he has the patience to deal with. That and, well, he remembers Lilith's very physical greeting and isn't in the mood to be hugged by anyone again so soon.

Oh, someone is in a spectacularly foul mood, isn't he? Poor man. They have yet to face the Jabberwock on this side of the mirror, and yet it seems he's perfectly miserable regardless. Perhaps with good reason to be, if the cuts in his shirt are any indication. No, she hasn't missed that marring, and maybe later on she might volunteer to deal with whatever person stood responsible for them, and the corresponding wounds.
Much later. For now, however, she is far too delighted by his insistance that her other despises him.

"How could you say that? It's horrible." And yet she stands on the verge of laughter, delight in her eyes as she looks him over. "You just need to get into the spirit of things. I bet I could find a way to help you do that."

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Loki's eyes narrow, absolutely having nothing to do with her jolly Christmas cheer. Yes, darling, he is grinchly without the aid of fruitcake this evening. He sighs heavily when she denies his insistence that she can't stand him. Great Old Gods, was everyone losing their minds this week? Whatever event was in progress, he wanted it to cease.

"As strange as it may seem, I say it because it is the honest truth. And as the God of Lies, it should be noted that when the unadulterated truth is spoken, it should be a testament to how serious this is." That actually probably isn't helping your argument there, Loki. But he stops and he looks her over carefully again, not sure how to take that. If it wasn't so easy for him to be a dick, he might actually feel bad being such to the likeness of the woman of his affections. "I have my doubts, my dear. Before you embarrass us both, I suggest you return to your gaggle of do-gooders. I'm sure Rogers could use some of your... spirit." As it stands, he obviously has no issue with it.

The more frustrated and cold he becomes, the easier it is for Pepper to maintain the ruse. She truly is enjoying herself with him, each attempt at brushing her off only met with a greater determination to seemingly make Loki happy despite his own desires and truths. She even goes so far as to step closer, purposely invading his space when he talks about truth and his typical avoidance thereof.

But if it makes him feel better, she doesn't actually touch him--yet.

"And now you think I'm going to embarrass you. Really Loki, you're going to hurt my feelings if you keep this up." Even she can't keep up the facade of innocence, however, nor does she want to. She favors him a grin, more mischievous now than playful, deciding it's time for the game to change between them.

"I'm sure Steve has plenty of spirit all on his own. You're the one who needs my help getting his up." The words aren't quite a warning, but rather innuendo made clear when she closes that last bit of distance between them, moving quickly to press her lips against his in an insistent kiss. Had he been worried about this when he spoke of embarrassment? Pepper hardly knows, but she grins against his mouth all the same at the thought of it.

He opens his mouth, about to reply when she gives him that grin. There's something wrong with that grin, and the fact that he notices this much is apparent in his hesitance and sudden confusion creasing his features. His retort was lost amidst the befuddlement that only worsened when she continued to speak. He went as far as to arch an eyebrow at the double entendre before she completely derailed any form of rational thinking when her lips met his. He was very momentarily shocked into unresponsiveness, but the taste of her lips and familiarity of the kiss was enough to get his mental train back on its tracks, though it did change course entirely. He slides a hand up her neck to cup the back of her head, the other resting on her hip as he kissed her back. He broke apart just far enough to speak and nip at those amused lips.

"You are one crafty mortal, Lady Potts." Oh look, the title's back. Yep, he knows just who she is, now. "To out-mischief me is quite impressive." And a compliment? Wow, he must really miss her. He proceeds to kiss her again, a bit more wanting than he meant to convey.

That is far better, and any disappointment she might feel at the ruse finally coming to an end is easily mitigated by a touch she hasn't felt in far too long. She laughs at his shock, though the sound is quick to fade into something far more pleasured when he responds again, not with words but wanting. He is hardly the only one to have missed this, and even when he pulls back to speak she chases after, playfully nipping his jaw whenever he stopped kissing her long enough for words.

"You really should learn the difference between us." This had been the second time, and after they had acted on the mutual attraction of their first encounter, no less. It's a little sloppy, and Pepper will tell him as much--later, when she isn't so invested in the feeling of his mouth on hers. That his desire is so evident she hardly faults him for; in truth she feels the same, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his breeches and tugging him towards her, although she did have patience enough not to actually try and take them off.

For now.

"Although if we don't get back to your room quickly, I may just find a way to embarrass you after all." She hasn't forgotten that they are in a very public hall, yet part of her doesn't care--and that is all the more reason for the warning. Those first few kisses make it clear to her just how eager she is to lose herself with him, how much she wants to be with him in this brief and fleeting window. Her hands slip around his waist, palms pressed to leather as she draws them up his back. She has missed him to a dangerous degree, one unsafe to indulge when they remain out in the open.

The most pleasant surprise indeed. He canted his head to give her room to nip at his jaw with ease, grinning all the while. He takes advantage of his hold on her hip and tries to draw her closer, so their bodies are flush together. He's missed her so terribly and that's honestly a miraculous feat for Virginia.

"My apologies. I will, of course, have to study you in full, unrushed, to be sure I will be able to identify every little difference of your ravishing form from hers." He looks her up and down suggestively, as best he can with their bodies so close. Her next statement makes him all the more eager to agree.

He leans past her lips to her ear, giving it a light nip before speaking, "Then do hold on tight." It's the only warning he gives before his hand on her hip slides around to hold her around the waist, secure and close. His magic spikes and fluctuates, engulfing them in green before their ripped from that point in reality and inserted to the centre of his room, the same as when she last saw it. The teleportation spell simmered away, the green magic falling like glitter from their bodies, dissipating before it reaches the ground.

His lips immediately find her neck thereafter, kissing and biting gently. "To what," He kisses her skin between words, "do I owe this visit?"

"Such a clever idea." And that, perhaps, is the one bright spot in all of this. For however long the Jabberwocky rampages on, until it is vanquished or breaks through the mirror to kill them all, she can be with him. Her wicked lover, every bit so selfish and greedy as she, and yet who made her somehow less so when it came to him. She had yearned for this, attempted to content herself with mere words and looks through a mirror, yet it was a far cry from the press of their bodies against each other, the taste of his skin and their shared kiss.

She heeds his warning, laughing as the green swirl of magic flows around them. In less that a heartbeat their surroundings shift, from the hall to the privacy of his room. Quite a convinent spell it is, and she means to tell him as such. Her head arches back at the warm heat of his mouth on her neck, her pulse racing in anticipation of what would come so soon between them. Yet even before she can start, get beyond opening the first annoying buckle of his outfit, he asks the one question she yearns not to hear. She wants almost nothing more than to forget the horror of the Jabberwock, the danger it presents--yet she cannot before offering him warning.

"Oh, my foolish Loki." Who made her just as foolish. She had longed for a time such as this, when they could be together, savor each other without some duty to the Queen forcing her away. And yet that very longing made her pull away, her smile tight as she stepped back from him. She would still have him, but first, she had to do something entirely against her nature: she had to protect him, so much as she could.

"I was hoping you would be too distracted to be curious just yet." Though she puts a necessary distance between them, she doesn't leave him entirely. Her hands slip down his arms, her fingers curling around his so she can pull him towards the bed. All their desires aside, her intentions for the moment are chaste, and she leads him to sit beside her. She still grins, but even for her talent at wearing masks, there is something far from delight in her eyes as she gives her answer.

"The Jabberwocky."

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[Event Open] On the first day of Ewaymas...

[For bb Billy]

\O/

<3

/dead

/Phoenix Down. You aren't allowed to die yet.

too late!

This is terrible!

*wonderful

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I get bb Tasha! <3

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12/16 because i do what i want (and we also talked about it)

I will admit to nothing. Shhhhh.

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