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encounter | dance | doubt | evade | call | setback | finished

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What had he been thinking?

Oh, yes. Right. He hadn't been.

Not thinking with his brain at least, Eros thought as he lay back, staring at the ceiling of the Parisian hotel room. It didn't matter how many times he watched it happen, or caused it to happen, no one was fast

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Loki appeared in the room on silent wings and took in the sight of where he found himself before moving from the spot he'd appeared. It wasn't a bad choice, he thought, but then his eyes fell upon the reason he was here and all immaturity brushed to the side. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

Then he rocked forward and one foot fell in front of the other till he was leaping up and bouncing onto the bed. He stole the glass of vodka from the love god with a deft movement and tipped his head back to down a good portion of it.

It still wasn't enough to harden him for what he had to do next but it would have to do.

"Hello, Love." He said with a casual smile that looked as forced as it felt. "Miss me yet?"

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The first clue Eros had that he wasn't alone was when his vodka disappeared. Hazed blue eyes opened and looked at his empty hand in confusion, then Eros turned the other way and they widened. "Oh, Tartarus' iron bars, what the hell are you doing here? Am I really that fun to watch? Have I offended someone? Am I dead, is this my version of Hell?"

He reached out and snatched the glass back, or tried to, but he'd had most of a bottle of vodka already and even with a god's tolerance, it had caught up with him.

"Don't call me that," he added as he abandoned the attempt on the glass and lay back again, covering his face with his hands. "What do you want?" he added, muffled and resigned.

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The Norsemen swished the vodka around in the glass for a moment before it disappeared (reappearing on the nightstand next to the bed) and Loki peered down at Eros with his head cocked. It would have been an amusing sight to the Trickster if the words hadn't brought focus back to the true matter at hand so quickly and surely. The small smirk on his lips faded the longer he stared down at the love god.

"...Your company," he started uncertainly. It wasn't like him to be soft and he wasn't sure how to breach a subject he was so uncomfortable admitting existed in the first place. "...Your...acceptance."

'Forgiveness' would have been a better word but somehow as soon as he started to say it an entirely different word slipped out of his mouth instead.

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Eros slitted open his eyes, squinting up at Loki warily, then closed them again and let out a huff of a humorless laugh. "My company," he murmured, lacing his fingers behind his head. "My acceptance. Acceptance of what, Loki?" he asked with a sigh. "I already told you, you can keep your secrets. I'll leave you in peace. I said I would leave you in peace."

He was silent for a long moment before adding dully, "Or are you here for the rest of my memories?"