Anti-OTP: For all interested parties, by appointment or otherwise

[notwocouches]

There's a vaguely bored trickster god on a couch (if smoke is starting to curl up out of the upholstery, ignore it, it's a natural side effect), fiddling with a tea cozy. In defiance of the springtime warmth and, actually, the insideosity of the setting, it's snowing a little.

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[tinydragoon]

(Because we can totally pretend that this typist remembered...) Michael has been staying out of the mansion due to being crackplotted twice (to his knowledge) and cursed once. But he does wander in occasionally to steal acquire some items for Ilmarinen and himself. It is on one such occasion that he noticed the snow and that Loki seems vaguely familiar.

[notwocouches]

(We could pretend that LJ is giving this typist her notifications, too.) Loki sees Michael, who he remembers for being short and adorable, and waves. "Hi there."

[tinydragoon]

"Hello."

[notwocouches]

He grins. "How's tricks?"

[tinydragoon]

"What?"

[notwocouches]

Sorry Michael, he has a horrible stash of silly phrases. Also, he grins. "'How are you, this fine day?'"

[tinydragoon]

"Oh. Fine, thanks. You?" So far he's doing a good job of ignoring the snow.

[notwocouches]

"I'm great. Come on in, enjoy the weather."

[tinydragoon]

Michael moves in closer to stand under the snow, watching it settle on his arms with a smile.

[notwocouches]

"Like it?"

[tinydragoon]

"Yeah. It's amamzing."

[notwocouches]

Loki beams, because he is a sucker for praise. "Thanks. I liked it."

[tinydragoon]

"What else can you do?"

[notwocouches]

"Oh, lots of things." He sketches in the air, which is just theatrics, and remember that little fire-flower-thing from before? There's another one floating in front of Michael now.

[tinydragoon]

He doesn't have the same 'Eeeee!11!!! reaction as before, but it's pretty close.

[notwocouches]

He grins, fond and flattered. "You can take it."