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Time: April 25, 2001
Place: Hospital Wing
Status: Private (War, Loki)
Summary: War pays a visit, (unknowingly) post de-cursing


It had been a while since she'd stopped by, War thought as she walked into the hospital wing. A nagging voice in her head said too long, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, not wanting to deal with the question of quite how she classified Loki: War wasn't supposed to have friends.

Still, even when he was ill it was good to have someone to talk to: that didn't need explanation. As she knocked on the door to his room, then started to slowly push it open, she hoped the god would be in a talkative mood.

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War thought for a moment. "The only blonds I knew with particular reason not to be so fond of you were Frey and Freya - brother and sister. Not family exactly, but in the clan. You were never really in their good books though - not after you took off with Thor and pretended he was her to be married off, just so you could get his hammer back."

She paused, and chuckled. "Thinking about it, that one time you turned up to a feast already off your face and had a slanging match with her probably didn't go down too well either. That one may have been partly my fault though," she finished, winking.

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"Thor? Who's Thor?" Loki looked around the room to make sure there wasn't anybody else present in the room that he'd forgotten about. "And why did I want her to marry that Freya-girl's chosen husband?"

That he'd arrived drunk at a feast somehow didn't surprise him so he didn't pay much attention to that tale. Just your usual run of the mill drunken argument.