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[manofiron]

Oh, so we're doing this now?

Look, I'm flattered. Really. But I've got things to do. So if we could just wrap this up, that'd be great. You know what I mean. Short attention span, sparkly things, great combination. Least it means this won't take long.

Word of advice?

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

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[manofiron]

There's always a choice. Maybe instead of taking whatever scraps someone gives you, you ought to try making it for yourself. It's not easy, but it works. And I won't have to come home to another god-sized hole in my floor. That was a bitch to fix, for the record.

yeah dance around topics you don't like lokibee okay

[aburdenglorious]

As if you do not have the means.

[He chuckles.]

I've yet to partake in promised drink, Man of Iron.

it's okay, tony knows ALL about denial

[manofiron]

Oh, now you want a drink out of me, huh?

[ He shrugs. ]

Yeah, sure. Okay, what'll it be? Scotch? Whiskey? Vodka? Something fruity?

[aburdenglorious]

The drink I am used to is centuries old, served hot. I wish for something new.

[Mead gets old after. The first couple decades, really. It wasn't to his taste.]

I remind that poison shan't do a thing.

[manofiron]

Whiskey only tastes like poison the first time you try it.

[ What's new to a god? Tony doesn't know. He'll just wing it. ]

How about rum? Everybody likes rum.

[aburdenglorious]

[A shrug.]

All right.

[manofiron]

[ He's been making himself drinks for so long that it takes only a handful of seconds to pour Loki a drink. Rum, not poison. And he hands it over immediately. ]

Best money can buy. On the rocks. Let me know what you think.

[aburdenglorious]

[Loki takes a sip, and then another.]

Sweeter than I imagined.

[manofiron]

That good or bad? Give me a base of comparison here.

[aburdenglorious]

Good. Is all Midgardian drink so watered down, though?

[manofiron]

You're not talking about the ice cubes are you? Now I'm curious. What is it you drink back home?

[aburdenglorious]

Mead. Made from honey. Of course, Asgardian mead has been aging for centuries, without spoil.

[manofiron]

And there's no chance any of it's ever coming down here, is there?

[aburdenglorious]

Mayhaps Thor could bring you some. I know not what it may do to a mortal.

[manofiron]

What can I say, I like living dangerously.

[aburdenglorious]

As you have said.

In Asgard the tradition is to drink mead from a hollowed horn of an animal, full to the brim, until you cannot or until it empties.

[manofiron]

That happen often? Someone can't finish it?

just shoving viking knowledge in here yup

[aburdenglorious]

Your question pertains to how many they have had already. Feasting can last weeks.

[manofiron]

You Asgardians really know how to party, don't you?

[aburdenglorious]

They think of little better to do, when not at war.

[manofiron]

What's a mortal gotta do to get an invite to one of these parties?

[aburdenglorious]

Are you not comrades with Thor? He would gladly invite you, I am sure of it.

[manofiron]

Well, he hasn't yet. I'm starting to think he doesn't like me.

[aburdenglorious]

You must ask Thor these things. He's quite simple minded, after all. Every dog needs encouragement.

[manofiron]

Maybe that's the problem. I was never very good with pets. Most kids had dogs? I had a supercomputer.