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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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Date: 2006-10-19 08:27 am (UTC)"It grows back when you take a break with the medicines." Partial truth had always worked great on Odin. "They're too strong to take for long periods of time."
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 03:27 pm (UTC)There, he'd said it. She'd know that he was telling the truth, wouldn't she?
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Date: 2006-10-23 03:43 pm (UTC)For a moment she just stared at the god, not knowing what to say or do. Loki had told such a lie? For her? Except that it wouldn't work...
"That was very Viking of you, Loki," she said softly. "However, it's of little use. Angels and demons don't work the way Norsemen do. We do protect our own, especially against the other side, but only as long as rules are followed. In all cases I know of when angels have had children, the ones to bring punishment have been other angels. And if thinking the child is an angel would keep demons from attacking it, then how would any demons attack any angels? I do understand where you are coming from, but it just doesn't work that way. And besides," she added then quietly, "I fear that as soon as he has been born, those able to sense it will notice that my son is not an angel." She realized then that this was the first time she had revealed the baby's gender to anyone (she wasn't counting Bast, who had first told her). She also wondered whether Loki would even notice it in his current condition.
"But why tell Crowley? Do you think making him jealous of me would make him not want to hurt me? And who ever would believe that of Aziraphale? Michael, maybe, if he hadn't Fallen well before the conception, but never Aziraphale. And how, exactly, would telling this lie make you this upset? Lying has hardly bothered you ever before."
She continued petting him absently, wondering what she should think of this. On one hand, she did trust Loki when he said he had wanted to help her and little Bran, but on the other hand, he had hurt others without accomplishing nothing...
She sighed. "You, Loki, are truly a troublesome brother," she remarked.
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:04 pm (UTC)It wasn't really an insult. Loki liked most of the creatures generally referred to as monsters.
"Well, Crowley ... he was going on how he could kill all the manor's animals and I could do nothing about it and then he even said the baby was Odin's and I just wanted to hurt him back. I talked him into doubting Ezra, I suppose, and for some reason instead of just fucking asking Ezra he told John and now John hates me and I don't really know why. It was just a little rumour and a tiny bit of needling Crowley."
He did indeed miss the reference to the baby's gender in between all the questions and the shocking news about the customs of the allegedly kind and loving gang of not-gods.
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:18 pm (UTC)At Loki's next words, she couldn't help but laugh despite her better judgement. "Odin's? He'd really think me that desperate?" she laughed. "If I managed to go without a gender for six millennia, I doubt I could suddenly become so deprived of sex that I would sleep with my own brother... Or does he think I'm mad enough to get pregnant on purpose? And how on Earth could even you make those two doubt each other? They have been practically joined at the hip for centuries even though they may not have been lovers for long!"
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:24 pm (UTC)He rolled over to look up at Uriel.
"I thought John was my friend."
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:36 pm (UTC)"John? As in, John Constantine? Since when have you considered him your friend?"
She supposed it would have been horribly selfish of her to truly assume that she was the only one left in the Manor who was in any way important to Loki, but... she hadn't expected this. Especially not John, seeing how close the human seemed to Crowley and how much Loki seemed to dislike the demon. And the mere notion of Loki actually befriending a human...
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 05:25 pm (UTC)"He'll come around eventually," she said, sincerely hoping so. "It's not like you can help being what you are. And if he can't understand that, then he's not worth your friendship. Besides, even an idiot would know that Aziraphale isn't able to father any child. The mere thought of him sleeping with any female-shaped being is just ridiculous. If nothing else makes that clear, then they'll at least realize their foolishness when Bran is born and they see he doesn't resemble Aziraphale at all." This time, the mention of the child's gender -- and name -- were deliberate. She was determined to cheer Loki up in any way she could think of.
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Date: 2006-10-23 05:32 pm (UTC)So Uriel remembered that he liked the name Bran, did she? Somehow that made him feel almost loved, if only by one lonely and monstrous not-god.
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Date: 2006-10-23 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 05:47 pm (UTC)Frigga had never been able to predict the gender of his children, though there was a tiny little rest of doubt nagging that she just hadn't wanted to.
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Date: 2006-10-23 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 06:14 pm (UTC)That, and she wanted to know as much about her child as possible when she still could. Despite all Adam's power, she might lose him, and then it would be too late. But she wasn't about to tell Loki that.
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Date: 2006-10-23 06:19 pm (UTC)He hoped that Bast had told the truth. Not because he wanted the baby to be a boy, no. Girls were fine with him, too. He wanted to know the baby, though and he most likely never would. It didn't seem so much longer until it was born, but he doubted that he'd live that long.
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Date: 2006-10-23 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 06:43 pm (UTC)"Are you really?" He'd thought she'd been merely teasing. He was very aware that Bran was an outdated and very much not Judeo-Christian name. It was the very things that appealed to him about the name that Uriel was supposed to dislike.
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Date: 2006-10-23 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 07:05 pm (UTC)Somehow he was glad that the baby wasn't kicking all the time. He knew what that felt like. On the other hand he liked to feel the kicks when he touched Uriel's belly. It was the only way he had to interact with Bran.
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Date: 2006-10-23 07:10 pm (UTC)Then, she started to smile. "Actually, I just had a check-up, and little Bran is doing perfectly well," she told him. "Everything is about as well as it can be!"
As though to confirm this, Bran chose this very moment to kick enthusiastically.