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[fotlenke]

Wait. You say that there is actually a place where I can be placed? Smart on using that word. Placed instead of played. Anyways, I will happily go wherever it is you wish to send me...as long as I get to have my say.

Don't give me that look. You knew what♮♯ø you were getting into when you decided to give me room and board within the space inside your head. [Makes a pointed look.] And kindly cease your amusement when I use Dwarven. It is♮♯ø bothersome.

Sincerely, Sigyn Freyasdotter

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[fotlenke]

Imagine me with a skirt full of apples, flinging fruit down upon goblins and trolls.

Most likely. But Munnie assures me that the academy is much more than education. There are time slips and several in-school brawls.

[trickstering]

Now that I can see.

Interesting. It may prove to be fun for you, after all. Will you be among friends, or only strangers?

[fotlenke]

Beware the girl with the apples.

Possibly only strangers. But it'll be new and exciting.

[trickstering]

A true warrior, that one.

Mm. I suppose you could look at it that way.

[fotlenke]

So very warrior-like.

I think it will be fun. If not, I can always use a bit of whimsy to change things.

[trickstering]

Apples are such good weapons, after all.

It is too bad I will miss it.

[fotlenke]

Just wait 'till I get out the honey.

We are only realms apart, Loki. When we return to our realm, I shall regale you with stories of my adventures and mischief.

[trickstering]

That would make for a rather sticky situation. Though as a mercenary, perhaps not the most lethal.

I will hold you to it, and hang on your every word.

[fotlenke]

I am debating whether or not to turn the term coquettish or to ponder on all the chaos a stick substance can cause.

Asgard, Vanaheim, Midgard, or wherever. I will come to you. Even SHIELD, if you be there. Though I do not like how that Mr. Coulson treats you so poorly.

[trickstering]

How forward you have become, in so little time. To think I had you blushing from girlish inclinations and now you wish to be coquettish.

I would like that. Coulson is not a problem, however, though it is kind of you to worry.

[fotlenke]

I am a fast learner.

Of course. He is an odd man. Reminds me of one of our goats.

[trickstering]

Evidently so.

One of our goats? Now I shall never be able to look at him the same way.

[fotlenke]

My grandfather's goats! I should smart you for your mischievous tongue.

[trickstering]

And here I thought that was why you liked me so.

[fotlenke]

[She laughs, then grabs him down to her level and kisses him.
Yum. Peppermint.]

[trickstering]

[Oh well. Okay. He could get used to this. Maybe he should try actually asking her where she's going ooh miss sigyn ooh let me go with you etc.]

I'll take that as a yes.

[fotlenke]

[Oh lord. But would you survive all the normal super-heroes and the giant talking armadillo? Who is also a ninja?]

Mhmm.

[trickstering]

[He's Loki he'll figure it out come on. Also ninjas could be useful.]

I am glad.

[fotlenke]

[aallllll the hugs.]

[trickstering]

[he'll just slip his arms around her then. casually. nbd.]

Tell me more about this place you are going to.

[fotlenke]

[leeaaanning against him.]

I will be able to pilot a Midgardian flying contraption. And then shoot people.

[trickstering]

How exciting.

[while his words are sort of sarcastic, and he doesn't seem that interested in the details, he likes the sound of her voice and he wants her to keep talking, so he lets his hand play idly in her hair while was does, listening.]

[fotlenke]

[and she's so very glad she brushed her hair today.]

Not really. It does not get exciting until I meet the sorceress who is terrorizing the populace.

[trickstering]

Don't do anything stupid.

[too quickly. does he care? he totally does.]

[fotlenke]

Go back to kissing me, please.