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[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

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?"

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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"No, go away," Loki called from where he was curled up in his blanket in the middle of what had once been Odin's bed.

The pillow was slightly wet from soaking up too many tears, so he'd pushed it out of the bed and pulled the corner of the blanket under his cheek. If Odin were here, he could dry it for him, but he probably wouldn't until he wanted use of bed and pillow for himself. Loki sniffled some more.

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Ah yes," Loki smiled at her. "There he is. Just woke up, I suspect."

But the Judeo-Christian's humans had their own canon of Judeo-Christian names as well, didn't they? Didn't Uriel intend to raise Bran to believe in her ego-centric god and if she didn't how would said god take that? If he was the head of a relative-murdering clan that didn't bode well and Loki wouldn't be there to protect mother and child.

Letting go of Uriel's belly for the moment Loki sat up straight crossing his legs. He closed his eyes unintentionally imitating the meditation of more eastern religions and concentrated with every fiber of his being on one short mental message that was probably going nowhere at all.

'Come back soon, Odin.'

Loki had never managed to send words telepathically in all the centuries of his life.