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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 2:43:45 GMT -5
Fandral stopped very reluctantly at the mouth of the cavern, peering in with a resigned smile that threatened to turn to groaning.
"So you're of jotun parentage," he called down after him, following in a moment. The mortals seemed to pay them very little regard, which he found somewhat disconcerting. "You must have considered, my friend, that of all of them Laufey was the least ugliest, at the very least."
He said this having caught up to him and clapped him on the shoulder.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 2:49:35 GMT -5
Loki's light, self-mocking if prickly air suddenly went out like a campfire under a bucket of cold water. He threw off Fandral's hand with a short, angry jerk of the shoulder and hurried ahead to jump over the turnstile.
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 2:53:06 GMT -5
Fandral had to follow him cautiously.
In a more quiet voice, he said, "You should have said. Not kept Thor in exile or tried to kill the whole rest of us. Are you so truly unintelligent you believed we would not have done all in our power for you?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 2:55:54 GMT -5
"As you might recall, we were at war with Jotunheim at the moment," Loki countered without looking at him. "And you had no reason to intervene."
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:00:11 GMT -5
Fandral gripped him by the shoulder and threw him back slightly to face him.
Fandral was not known for being the serious one, but there was nothing amused in his expression.
"What do you think? That after knowing you for centuries, fighting and feasting in your company, your trying to murder us along with your own brother wouldn't sting a bit?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 3:06:58 GMT -5
A woman about five feet away glanced up at them in a bored sort of way and then got back to her book.
"You've no idea what you're talking about," Loki snarled.
The train pulled into the station and Loki stepped on, immediately finding himself- of course it'd happen this way- sardine-packed, still semi-armored, in a dense crush of about eight other people, with someone on the other end of the subway car blasting hip-hop music.
Immobilized and unable to hear anything but the Sugarhill Gang, there was nothing Loki could do but glare at Fandral over the heads of most of the shorter, human subway riders.
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:10:43 GMT -5
Fandral looked momentarily disoriented and even panicky, looking around at the mostly-shorter Midgardian crowd.
"I've no idea? I did go through it, didn't I?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 3:12:34 GMT -5
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, YOU TWIT," Loki shouted back.
The train came to a stop at the next station and the crowd thinned somewhat, allowing Loki to claim the nearest available seat. This didn't seem to improve his mood.
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:14:28 GMT -5
Fandral moved over nearer him, but didn't sit. He did, however, bend over to say very close to his ear, "I was there, you know. I saw you take the throne and refuse to bring back Thor, and I went to Midgard and saw Thor's face when he told us your lies. And then the Destroyer tried to kill me."
He smiled in a constipated fashion and stood up again.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 3:17:25 GMT -5
Loki stared ahead, eyes fixed unseeingly on a patch of graffiti.
"Do we really have to discuss this now?"
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:20:13 GMT -5
"What would you rather discuss before we've gotten it out of our systems?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 3:36:38 GMT -5
He opened his mouth, but was cut off by the sound of another man beginning to say, in a declarative tone of voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to bother you on your train ride, this'll only take a moment..."
Loki closed his eyes and groaned as a dishevelled-looking man paced toward the center of the car.
"My name is William, but you can call me Will, and I'm in a tight spot at the moment. I am currently homeless and just trying to get by. If any of you could spare some change, that'd be lovely."
There was a general resigned rustling as wallets and purses opened here and there and their owners fished out a few coins or bills to drop in the man's outstretched Solo cup. Loki opened his eyes and lifted two fingers with a five-dollar bill scrunched between them; when the man came closer, he held it out with a grim, firm smile and let it flutter into the cup.
"God bless you, sir," the man said automatically, which only thinned Loki's smile even further.
As the begging man opened the door between the cars and moved along, Loki glanced back at Fandral and blinked slowly a few times, feigning confusion.
"What were you saying? Ah, right. Literally anything else."
The train pulled into 34th St, and the car almost emptied before an entirely new crowd shoved its way in. The doors tried to shut, but someone was holding them open; the conductor made an irritable announcement asking everyone to stand clear, and right as the train finally began lurching along the tracks again, someone played a long, loud chord on an accordion.
"All right, that's enough," Loki groaned, standing up-
And then they were in the apartment.
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:38:38 GMT -5
Fandral had all the demeanor of a wet cat, but better hair.
"Dear- Odin's beard, is this what you do every day-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 25, 2014 3:40:09 GMT -5
"Which part? If I'm trying to concede to Midgardian standards, I prefer at taxi."
He clapped his hands and the lights obediently turned on.
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Post by Fandral on Mar 25, 2014 3:40:48 GMT -5
"More magic, lovely."
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