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Time: September 28, 2000
Place: Loki's Room
Status: Private (Uriel, Loki)
Summary: Confronting and comforting.
Uriel was quite happy as she made her way back from yet another check-up. Everything was going perfectly well, she had been assured. Both she and little Bran were doing well, and things seemed to be developing at a normal pace. Activity, weight gain, everything matched her current stage.
Loki should be happy to hear this, she suspected. At the very least he might be interested in knowing what she was going to call her child.
With this in mind, she headed towards Loki's room. Knocking on the door, she asked, "May I come in?"
Place: Loki's Room
Status: Private (Uriel, Loki)
Summary: Confronting and comforting.
Uriel was quite happy as she made her way back from yet another check-up. Everything was going perfectly well, she had been assured. Both she and little Bran were doing well, and things seemed to be developing at a normal pace. Activity, weight gain, everything matched her current stage.
Loki should be happy to hear this, she suspected. At the very least he might be interested in knowing what she was going to call her child.
With this in mind, she headed towards Loki's room. Knocking on the door, she asked, "May I come in?"
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Friends often drew you into things that you could have happily stayed away from. Not to mention how often they turned out not to have been friends at all.
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Not that either friendship came close to what he'd had with Odin. He didn't even want then to, but he knew War, thought he understood her and Polly had been fun to play with.
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She smiled briefly. "I guess, with a certain definition of a friend, I could perhaps count Bast for one. And the Doctor, too. There was Horus, too, but I haven't seen him for quite a while, and..." She trailed off. There weren't many people she could remember ever being very close to, and even less of those she wanted to remember.
Wrong person to ask, Uriel. Really wrong person.
If only he could learn to listen to his own advice about that! He just kept getting attached to people. The whole John debacle was his fault really. He shouldn't have let the human come to mean anything to him.
"Bast and Horus are a more complicated question, though," he continued. "I suppose it depends on whether they're more animals or people. Animals form friendships either through the stomach or the heart. The later kind often lasts a lifetime."
Well, she's incredibly naive in some things...
Suddenly, the make-up on her bare arms seems to cause her to itch.
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Uriel wasn't him of course. Maybe she'd actually find her exception. People seemed to like her in any case. They didn't tend to like Loki. At least not for very long.
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"Virtue's your department," he told her. "We have a very different definition of ot in my pantheon." And it had never been much of an issue in his life. Women occasionally worried about their virtue when he made certain proposals to them, but it had never been a serious issue with goddesses.
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...Although, knowing him, he would take it as a compliment...
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He grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't understand how most of the basic ideas behind Christianity were supposed to work. He just didn't think they were good ideas in the first place.
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And it was almost impossible to explain to most people that that was a very realistic scenario, if you were a Jotun with an Asgardian for a blood brother.
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(So angelic!)
(Well, she is an angel!)
She trailed off, not comfortable with the topic of death in connection to Loki.
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All he'd ever been good at creating were hand carved toys ... well, and babies. Both in the human style, though. But of course modern children weren't into playing with stylised wooden horses anymore. He'd have had to buy factory produced toys for little Bran, if there'd been any chance he'd live long enough to see him be born.