Office Hours | Thursday | September 9

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Loki wasn't sleeping during his office hours today. That in itself was an accomplishment. The fact that he was reading was an even bigger accomplishment. Of course, he was reading some historian's view of religious history and occasionally cursing and throwing the book across the room so maybe that was bad.

He just hated it when people who

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[onapalebicycle]

George should be getting lunch, on her lunch break, but she could squeeze this in. It had been bugging her, in the back of her mind, since she'd heard radio last weekend. Some teacher was going around claiming to be the Angel of Death, just to make himself look cool. It kind of chapped her ass.

She rapped on the doorframe. "Are you Loki?" she asked, before realizing she might need more than that. Stupid school with its stupid honorifics. "Professor ... Loki, or ... Mr. Loki?"

[flipped_god_off]

"Fuck that shit, just Loki," he said, glancing over his book. "I don't know who you are."

[onapalebicycle]

Okay, at least he wasn't a complete prick. Anyone who didn't fucking need Mr. Sir Dr. in front of their name couldn't be all bad.

Still.

"I'm new," George said. "Radio said you're teaching some class about ... being a badass?"

Making sure she had the right guy, first.

[flipped_god_off]

"Hello, new girl," Loki said, bringing his book back up even if he was paying attention to the conversation. "And I am. Tomorrow. Classes have already started but you're welcome to audit if you're desperate."

[onapalebicycle]

"I think I'll pass," George said dryly. "Not all that interested in being a badass, thanks."

Unless she could swap it for her Quantum Whatever class. She would take a weekly root canal over that.

"So you're the guy who's claiming to be the fucking Angel of Death?" she asked, trying to sound casual. With a heaping side dish of bitch, PLEASE.

[flipped_god_off]

"Claiming?" Loki asked, sounding amused. "There's no fucking claims about it. I am the Angel of Death. Nice to meet you, New Girl."

[onapalebicycle]

What if he was the Angel of Death? Except it seemed like more of a fucking bureaucracy than something ran by an Angel, and besides, then he'd know who she was, as it'd probably be his fucking idea to send her here.

And she didn't know if she believed in angels, anyway.

"Good," she said darkly. "Great. Big fan of your work. Look, I don't give a fuck what you tell your students to make them think you're some kind of badass, but why the Angel of Death? I would have thought Satan was the big deal if you're going for spook factor. Too cliche?"

[flipped_god_off]

Loki dropped his book and fixed her with a look. "Because I'm not fucking Satan, New Girl. I don't live in fucking Hell. I work for fucking God. He does need people to claim the dead for Him too, you know. It's not about spooking anyone. Please. I have other ways of doing that."

[onapalebicycle]

"You're the Angel of Death." George had her arms folded. There was something ... scary about the look he was giving her, she had to give him that, but fuck him. She was not going to be intimidated by some guy with delusions.

... and if he was the Angel of Death, then she was going to be even more pissed off. Although, if that turned out to be true, at least he'd confirmed the whole existence of God thing for her. It was really hard being an agnostic who escorted souls to the afterlife.

"So you fly around ... killing people and grabbing souls?" she asked. "Six billion people on the planet. You must be a busy guy."

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"Does it look like I'm working right now?" Loki asked, shaking his head. "I worked for God when he was full of fucking vengeance. I did His fucking dirty work because I was asked. The first born Egyptians? Yeah, that was me. No applause fucking necessary."

NFB from here please?

[onapalebicycle]

"So ... what, you retired?" George stared at him, trying to process. He was probably full of shit. Except ... he didn't seem like he was full of shit. Which meant ...

"You fucking asshole!" She wasn't lingering in the doorway any more. Now, she was slamming a hand on his desk. "This is all your fault!"

And if it wasn't him, then he'd be fucking sorry before he went around calling himself the fucking Angel of Death again any time soon.

(NFB as George isn't ready to be outed at large just yet, merci!)

Re: NFB from here please?

[flipped_god_off]

Loki...didn't know what the fuck this outburst meant. But, he knew some student wasn't going to sit there and yell at him. He tossed his book down and stood up to glare at her.

"No, I fucking fell," he snapped, shaking his head. "And you have no fucking idea who you're yelling at, New Girl. Be fucking careful. I got kicked out of fucking heaven for listening to fucking Bartleby. God doesn't want me there. Metatron takes glee in telling me that!"

Re: NFB from here please?

[onapalebicycle]

She really, really shouldn't be yelling at somebody who very well might be the angel of death. But all of this rage wasn't going anywhere, and more and more feelings started bubbling up behind it.

"So ... apologize! Or go back! Or whatever fucking angels do!" She waved her hands in a near-panic. "I had to reap a little girl! Five years old! I can't fucking do this job, okay? I can't!"

Re: NFB from here please?

[flipped_god_off]

"That's not how it fucking works," Loki said, rolling his eyes. "I've been fucking exiled for a centuries. And you need to stop fucking yelling at me right now. I don't know what the fuck you're talking about but it is not my fault that you do had to do what you had to do."

Re: NFB from here please?

[onapalebicycle]

"So you're not doing your job any more," George said, "and hey, fucking great for you, because I'd love to quit but I can't."

At least, she hadn't figured out a way to yet. She was still trying.

She flopped down into the nearest chair and pulled herself together enough to at least stop yelling.

"Why should I believe you?" she asked. "About any of this shit?"

Re: NFB from here please?

[flipped_god_off]

"I don't fucking care if you believe me or not," Loki said, shaking his head. "I'm not going to fucking explain myself to tiny students with big mouths who think they can tell me what the fuck to do. Get a fucking clue."