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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Time: August 9, 2000
Place: Front Desk
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Loki wants information.



The barbecue had given Loki ideas. There weren’t any concrete plans in his head yet, but Duke Ligur had to be good for something. He was too stupid to be fun to outwit, but there should be some very good pranks you could play on him. Not to mention that Ligur was the perfect prank to play on anybody else.

Now all he needed was to know where he lived and that shouldn't be hard to find out. After all Loki had excellent connections.

He strolled into the entrance hall and leaned casually over the front desk.

"Hey Uriel?"

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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"I never meant I wouldn't," Loki assured her. "It was just a little tip in case he ever attacks you." He winked at Uriel.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, thanks for the tip," Uriel said dryly. "I never could have thought of that myself. You know, Loki, I might be female and pregnant, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a warrior one bit."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but I know Shadow." Loki pouted a little. "I went to prison especially to get to know him."

And it had been damn unpleasant there, too.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"I doubt he can be any worse than some of the demons I've seen," Uriel said calmly. "And I'm sure that even if you did purposefully go to prison to get to know him, you had more than deserved your stay in the jail."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Definitely no more than you, forger," Loki snapped back.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel frowned. "Are you still going on about that?" she asked. "I still don't understand what you think is so wrong with it. It's just money. I didn't even steal it from anyone, so nobody's hurt in any way." Then, she shrugged. "Of course, if I didn't do that, I could always sell some paintings. I think I have one Picasso still in my closet. It's been there since I finished it in January, so I could just as well sell it."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Loki couldn't help himself. He burst into helpless giggles. First forged money, then a forged painting as an alternative. Oh, he just had to tell Odin about this as soon as they got a quiet minute together. There were so many grifts with forged paintings waiting for them to try.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"What's so funny about that?" asked Uriel, faintly insulted. "Do you perhaps think it wouldn't manage? I'm sure it would be priced higher than an average painting truly done by Picasso."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

That only caused Loki to laugh harder.

"Y ... you're ... hi ... hilarious!" he panted out through his laughter.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel glared at her brother. "Well, nice to see that I am of use, even if it is only as a source of amusement," she snapped. "And I still cannot understand what exactly is so very funny."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"You don't just forge money. You also forge ..." Loki gasped still unable to suppress his laughter. "Oh just wait until Odin hears about this!"

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"It isn't forging," Uriel said. "Well... maybe more so than with money. But what does it matter? I get money. Whoever buys the painting gets art that's at least as good as it would be if it had truly been painted by whoever's style I've used for it. Again, nobody loses anything." She shook her head. "Your attitude about this is really strange. And how on Earth would this interest Odin?"

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"There are laws about this kind of thing, Uriel," Loki tried to explain. "And breaking the law is what Odin and I do. You, my dear, could prove very useful to us."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Now, Uriel raised an eyebrow. She didn't care much about laws; there had been several quite ridiculous laws during the history of humanity that she could have never followed. She much rather simply obeyed her conscience, trusting it to lead her to whatever was right. However, there was something else in Loki's statement that caught her ear.

"So I'm not exactly good-for-nothing then, hm?" she asked. "Poor Loki. How are you going to come when the very base of your view of the world has been shaken so thoroughly? If Uriel is actually useful for something, the world must be coming to its end, right?"

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Loki glared at her and straightened himself. "Actually," he said. "I'm glad I've finally found a reason why Odin might be keeping you around. I was seriously worried that he'd lost his mind."

And with this parting shot he stalked off back to the stairs. Stupid annoying not-god!

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel shook her head, half exasperated, half amused. Loki was apparently never going to change.

And, she thought with a small smile, she liked him just as he was.