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[notthatfenrir]

No.

Just no.

I don't care what ideas you got watching The Avengers yesterday.

Stop thinking about it and find me more icons. Though thanks at least for not making any wolf ones.

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[godofchaos]

But why not, the wolf one's are so fun! And to be named after my eldest son, you should be but proud!

[notthatfenrir]

Because- well-

[Give him a second. He has an actual answer here.]

I dunno.

[Yep, good answer Fen. He scowls a little at the last bit, running a hand back through his hair.]

Yeah, but it's not like my parents ever said that. It was just, 'We wanted to be original!' Wanted to be really strange is more like it.

[Someone's a tad grumpy.]

[godofchaos]

To be original, yet they stole the name of my child? Had they any idea what it means even in the old language? Be proud boy, not many can say they are named after the wolf that killed the father of the gods.

Anyway, my name is Loki. It is a pleasure to meet you young Fenrir.

[notthatfenrir]

It's original to my family. And probably not. I sure don't. [He shrugs a bit, then laughs a little bitterly.] Y'know, I might be proud if my cousin didn't creep me out so much the way she says it. Kinda makes me not want to hear anybody say it. Not directed at me, anyway.

[Aaaand now he stops and blinks a little. Because somehow during this conversation the comprehension sector of his brain glossed over the 'my son' part.]

...Wait, Loki? The Loki?

[Somebody takes after his great-great-great grandmother.]

[godofchaos]

Wolf of fire, is more or less what it means, my lover at the time thought it very cleaver. [ He spoke matter o factually. before raising a eyebrow at that.] Oh do tell what your cousin does that bothers you so.

[ Loki bowed his head then grinning more.] The sworn blood brother to Odin, and god of fire. At your service.

[notthatfenrir]

'Wolf of fire'? [Fen smirks at that. Fire's his best spell.] Not bad. ...Ugh, Celia. [The smirk fades, to be replaced with a faint blush. He suddenly feels like a little kid.]

She's creepy, and a pain in the ass, plus she's always popping into my dreams and throwing things I'm scared of into them.

[He rolls his eyes at himself.] ...I sound like I'm five. Magic runs in my family, and some of us can get into people's dreams. That magic's kinda rare. We're taught to use it to help others, but Celia does anything but.

[Fen doesn't exactly use his to help people either, but he doesn't go around throwing monsters with blood-stained fangs into them. He tends to just keep his ability to himself when he can.]

Heh, a real god? That's actually kinda awesome.