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loki,
shadow

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Time: September 13, 2000
Place: The Bar
Status: Public (Loki, Shadow) (Complete)
Summary: Okay, the first meeting didn't go too well, but Loki has a question for Shadow.

Shadow was working, Loki noticed as he walked past the bar. He looked to be in a good mood, there were a few customers around and Uriel was within shouting distance. There probably wouldn't be a better chance to talk to the blockhead.

Loki took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and strolled casually into the bar.

"Hi," he greeted Shadow testing the water and slid onto a barstool.

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"Yeah. Sthupid pills tha' don' even help," Loki complained. "Not takin' em anymore."

"'m drunk," he added after a moment wondering how that could have happened so fast. How many drinks had he had again?

"Yeah you are," Shadow replied. "You know, they usually say you shouldn't drink when you're taking medication like that... even if you're not taking them anymore there could be some still in your system.."

Speaking of which.

"What were you taking medication for, anyway?" he asked, taking Loki's glass. "I didn't know gods could get sick like that." Of course, he hadn't known that angels could get pregnant, either.

"R ... really?" That was worrying news. He remembered the results of the Frigga Blot incident only too well (though he could barely remember the celebration itself). "Damn pillsh. We don't. 'S all Shernobog'sh fault."

The glass was gone, so he tried drumming his fingers on the bar instead. Coordinating them was a bit difficult, though.

Shadow paused in washing the glass to give Loki a surprised look.

"Why, what'd he do?" he asked. Or, perhaps more accurately, "What did you do?"

"Noshing mush," Loki slurred. "Shusht a li...little prank. Wash goin' t'give it back."

Shadow poured a glass of water and set it in front of Loki.

“Give what back?” he prodded, wondering if Loki was being purposefully obtuse. It wouldn’t be surprising, and he knew from experience that Loki was pretty sharp.

Loki regarded the water a little doubtfully, but decided to give it a try and took a cautious sip. It tasted like normal water.

"Wash? Oh. Hammer." It was currently rather difficult to keep track of the conversation.

“It’s water,” Shadow said as he watched Loki examine the glass. Then he stepped closer, putting his hands down on the bar and leaning closer to the trickster.

“You took Czernobog’s hammer?” he asked. “Are you nuts? What did he do to you, Loki?”

"He'sh not sho bad." The water did indeed seem to help. He could think a little more clearly now. "Wash sorry, too."

Shadow leaned forward a little more and took the sleeve of Loki's shirt gently but firmly in his hand.

"Loki," he said slowly. "I would like you to tell me what Czenobog did to you that made it necessary for you to take pills."

"Why?" Loki grinned at Shadow. "You worried?"

Shadow didn't seem to want to kill him anymore, so Loki didn't feel the need to pull away. They had spent too much time together in too small a space to be uncomfortable about it.

"Not really, no," Shadow answered, figuring he'd been played and letting go of the god's shirt. He went back to putting away glasses. "You want anything else?" He asked, in a tone that he'd really prefer it if Loki left.

"Yeah, Odin," Loki answered quite honestly. "But since you haven't seen him, ... Just tell me, if you hear from him, okay?"

He probably wouldn't just out of spite, Loki thought, but somehow that was part of why he liked Shadow. The Asgardians always had been a little difficult. Loki smiled at Shadow, slipped off the bar stool - ups, a little wobbly - and tried to walk away in as straight a line as he could manage.

"Don't hold your breath," Shadow muttered. "But yeah," he added a bit louder. "I'll let you know. See you 'round."

Hopefully not too much.

((Done?))

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