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Time: September 27, 2000
Place: The Attic
Status: Private (Loki, John) (complete)
Summary: John confronts Loki.



That Hugo-kid was poking around in his room with a vacuum cleaner, Loki had found when he'd returned from a short and very cautious visit with Binky. The black doggie hadn't been around, nor had he seen Horus so he'd come back early to read in peace.

Peace and vacuum cleaners didn't go together too well, though, so he'd gone up to the attic to put the finishing touches on his picture of Frigga. She might have been an annoying bitch most of the time, but she'd helped him a lot during some of the worst times in his life. He'd never forget the picture of her holding tiny newborn Sleipnir under his nostrils for inspection.

Anyway, Frigga deserved her place on the wall with the rest of the family, he'd decided once he'd run out of children, wives, blood-brothers and blood brothers' companions to draw.

He'd only just picked up his paints and paint brush when the door opened again, though.

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Looking as subdued as he felt, John walked in and quietly closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure whether he was glad to have found Loki here or not. He really, really wasn't looking forward to having this conversation.

The more he'd thought about it (once sober) the less likely it had seemed that Aziraphale really had anything to do with Uriel's pregnancy, except maybe as a friend and fellow angel offering support. It just wasn't his style, Oscar Wilde or no Oscar Wilde. And Loki had a habit of making assumptions and treating them as fact, and thrived on chaos by his own admission. John didn't want to make assumptions of his own, hence the conversation he was about to start, but it just wasn't looking too promising.

Dammit, he hated getting stuck between friends.

"Hey," he greeted the god with a slight unconvincing smile. "Long time no see. Have you got a minute?"