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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 16:19:27 GMT -5
"Carry my valise?" Meg asked sweetly, holding it out to him. "There are so many stairs, and my belly's grown terribly heavy-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 16:20:39 GMT -5
"I'll take you there myself if it gets you to stop," Loki said, rolling his eyes.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 16:21:12 GMT -5
"With magic?" Meg said, eyes widening.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 16:22:05 GMT -5
"By tandem bicycle. Yes, Meg, by magic!"
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 16:23:18 GMT -5
"Oh!" Meg said excitedly. "What do I have to do?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 16:39:51 GMT -5
"Just hold onto me."
He'd figure out later whether or not he'd be bargaining his way out of this situation. He'd have to see how strongly Meg had meant what she'd said or if she intended to stick to it, for one thing, and how apt a pupil she was for another. Perhaps she simply wouldn't have any talent for magic to begin with and she'd just have to come up with some other way of twisting her knife into him-
Little Giry came and put her arm around Loki's waist, but made a surprised little noise and hurried to the nightstand to pick up the little stack of bills Veidt had left her to pay for a car service, which she tucked into a little purse she pulled out from inside the nightstand while saying something Loki was almost certain was "waste not, want not..." under her breath.
Loki made a mental note to do some research into what in Midgard a dancer's education and upbringing actually entailed around here.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 17:02:32 GMT -5
"All right," Meg said, patting her purse as though to reassure herself, "I'm ready."
She smiled up at him, all rosy pink loveliness, and put one round arm around his narrow waist the way she might have hung on to one of the boys from the male corps while rehearsing a scene where they were paired up.
What happened next went very quickly. One instant, Meg and Loki were standing in the threshold of her room at Veidt's, and the next, they were standing on a little street lined with red-brick houses and a small building with a banner that read CHERRY LANE THEATRE. There had been only a little skirt-ruffling breeze, nothing more.
Meg kept waiting for the nausea to arrive, or at least a little dizziness, but the butterflies in her stomach chased them off before they could arrive. She let go of Loki's waist and took a few steps ahead of him on the empty street.
The sun was in the same place overhead it had been in Veidt's house. No real time had passed. He'd simply transported them bodily from one place to another some six miles away in an instant.
Meg turned around to look at him again, mouth open. She gave a little hop, and then a twirl.
"You really did it! Magic!"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 17:11:20 GMT -5
"Told you," Loki said, carrying the valise up the steps to the house where Thor was staying.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 17:13:21 GMT -5
"You'll show me how to do that, won't you?" Meg said as she scurried toward the door as quickly as her belly would let her.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 17:14:36 GMT -5
"It appears I have no choice," Loki muttered.
He pressed the doorbell, and then shouted Thor's name for good measure.
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Post by Thor on Dec 8, 2013 20:24:06 GMT -5
At the shout from outside ['THOAH!'], the being in question, who had just taken a large bite of a hoagie, ceased to chew and smiled widely in spite of his rather full cheeks. Rather delicately setting his sandwich down upon a flimsy, air-light plate of curious material, he stood and walked to the door, finishing his mouthful before he got there, throwing the door open, and shouting, "Loki!", whereupon he crushed his brother in a large hug.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 8, 2013 20:27:12 GMT -5
Loki made a small, sharp sound.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 20:28:36 GMT -5
Meg waved.
"Hello, m'sieur!"
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Post by Thor on Dec 8, 2013 20:31:24 GMT -5
He released Loki immediately, took in the small stature of the girl, her undoubted mortal-ness, and her extreme pregnancy, and embraced her just as warmly, though more gently, albeit not so gently that he did not lift her from the ground.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 8, 2013 20:34:00 GMT -5
"Oop!"
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