Date: April 23rd Place: The Manor grounds Status: Public - Aziraphale and Michael (anyone is welcome, though) Summary: Michael is skilled at avoidance. Operation: Avoid Gabriel has now commenced.
Loki laughed, a deep, honest laugh. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd gotten that particular reaction in this time.
"Not one for languages, are you?" he asked when he had calmed down again. "The word is Old Norse. I've seen it translated as Giant but..." he trailed off. It was obvious that he was tall, but no one in their right mind would call him a giant.
"Nature spirit will do," Loki said. "I see no reason to offend your god by using his title." That, of course, was a statement that was very much limited in time and space. Here, in the hotel, with any number of his minions and lesser gods aroundit bode well to be careful around the ones was not more familiar with.
Michael wrote off the laugh as symptomatic of the crazy. "Okay, nature spirit it is, because there's no way you're a giant. Spirit of what part of nature, anyway?" In Michael's case, he was fire, but it seemed awkward to say that, because I'm the Prince of Fire!
Michael grinned. "Me too! We've all got elements - Gabriel's water, Uriel's earth, Raphael's air, and I'm fire. That's so cool. And that's weird, people going around stealing your name. Although from what I've heard 'Michael' is a fairly common human name."
"I know Gabriel, but I haven't heard of or met the others," Loki said. "And I wouldn't mind so much if he was just taking my name. But alas, he claims to be me!"
He paused in thought for a moment. "So, what was it you were talking about?"
"Uriel was here," Michael pointed out, "although I missed him too. And really, he thinks he's you? That's really sketchy. Want me to," he put up his fingers into quotes, "'have a talk' with this guy?"
Yes, Michael, pretend the question was never asked. That always works.
Loki shook his head. "I had a" - he repeated Michael's gesture - ""talk with the guy before. I've also not ran into him for a couple of days now, so maybe he left. Besides, apparently we're getting thrown out of here if we're having too physical a talk. Though I admit ours got rather physical, too. It wasn't about names, though."
He glanced at Aziraphale to check his reaction. He thought that one might know his other "self", too.
"What about you? Want me to talk to the one who ... did whatever caused you two to sit here moaning about ordeals?"
"I've no idea," Loki said. "I haven't talked to him much yet. Could find out, I guess. What'd he do to be called a jackass? Does he hee-haw?"
He leaned conspiratorially towards Michael and lowered his voice so that even Aziraphale would have trouble understanding his words: "And that is one adorable shade of pink."
Michael had been about to respond with a list of reasons why Duncan needed to take some Midol and eat some chocolate*, but blinked when it registered what Loki had said to him.
"Are you hitting on me?" he asked. "Because while I'm flattered, I think, I barely know you, so it's kinda awkward and waaaay too soon. But thanks anyway."
Loki threw back his head and laughed. "Sorry, man," he said. "I'm currently wearing the wrong kind of gender for that kind of thing. And the last time I turned into a woman for any amount of time it was an old one, and the time before it was a mare. I'm not in the habit of running around looking prettier than my wife."
He calmed down and leaned comfortably between the two again.
Michael grinned. "Geez, I feel so unworldly. I've never been a woman before. Maybe I should try it sometime. Although Gabriel might smite me out of jealousy if I ever turn up prettier than him."
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"Not one for languages, are you?" he asked when he had calmed down again. "The word is Old Norse. I've seen it translated as Giant but..." he trailed off. It was obvious that he was tall, but no one in their right mind would call him a giant.
"Nature spirit will do," Loki said. "I see no reason to offend your god by using his title." That, of course, was a statement that was very much limited in time and space. Here, in the hotel, with any number of his minions and lesser gods aroundit bode well to be careful around the ones was not more familiar with.
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He paused in thought for a moment. "So, what was it you were talking about?"
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Yes, Michael, pretend the question was never asked. That always works.
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He glanced at Aziraphale to check his reaction. He thought that one might know his other "self", too.
"What about you? Want me to talk to the one who ... did whatever caused you two to sit here moaning about ordeals?"
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He leaned conspiratorially towards Michael and lowered his voice so that even Aziraphale would have trouble understanding his words: "And that is one adorable shade of pink."
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"Are you hitting on me?" he asked. "Because while I'm flattered, I think, I barely know you, so it's kinda awkward and waaaay too soon. But thanks anyway."
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* Mmm, chocolate...
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He calmed down and leaned comfortably between the two again.
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