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[eternalmagic]

Good morning. I've recently arrived in Riverview - my name is Mordred.

Suggestions are both welcome and encouraged as I learn my way around this lovely city. So is advice. [Although that could be such a bad idea. It's fine. He's accepted his choices.] In the meantime, I'll be fulfilling a position with Gramarye Magic Research.

Those of you that use magic yourselves, I sincerely hope our paths will cross while I'm here.

[And boy does he ever mean it.]

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[ikols]

You'll be working under Victor. Everyone does, if not officially.

[ Stay awayyy. ]

He, on the other hand, definitely needs a beautiful young man's attention.

[eternalmagic]

I haven't met him. [Or, technically he has, but it was a single text and no introductions were made.

He gets a little bit of a Look at the next part, though.]

Depending on the context, I'm not sure I'll be the one to give it to him. [He drinks slowly as his brow furrows a little.] Is he in charge? The Loki I met initially claimed to be the first arrival.

[ikols]

Victor oversees a great deal, shall we say. He works with magic and science, bridging the gap, which makes him very versatile in his field. I refuse to step inside that building while he's around.

[ Sipping his drink, he shoots Mordred a look. ]

Stay under my twin's umbrella, if you can.

[eternalmagic]

[Ugh, science. Nothing against it, except that its adherents are just so rude.

Mordred shrugs anyway, resting an arm against the back of the sofa.] I prefer to work under my own steam, with some exceptions. [That is, when someone is willing to teach him new tricks. The other Loki hasn't been especially receptive so far.] But I appreciate the warning; consider it taken to heart.

[ikols]

What will you be working on, out of interest?

[ Loki tips his head back, his gaze sliding to Mordred's fingers on the cushioning. ]

[eternalmagic]

Research and instruction. You could say I'm something of an eternal student of magic. [He gestures slightly with his cider.] And I think it's important for the inexperienced to have help.

[Another drink, and he speaks casually but the firm weight of belief rests behind it.]

Magic is not a party trick to be picked up and waved around. It requires respect. Disasters happen, otherwise.

[ikols]

What sort of disasters have happened to you, Mordred?

[ Hey, Mordred left that one wide open. ]

[eternalmagic]

[UGH. Don't ruin this lovely conversation by asking him about himself.]

From my own magic? None that bear recollecting. [Joke's on you, buddy.] Childish mistakes here and there.

[ikols]

[ Why u sneakin around the sneaker. ]

So, you don't partake of the magical arts for fun? It's all business for you.

[eternalmagic]

Now, I never said that. [He props up his head on one hand.] Compared to a trickster god, though...

[ikols]

Hm?

[ Go ahead with that train of thought, he won't interrupt. Blinking steadily. ]

[eternalmagic]

[Hah.] I'm a bit more private about my magic, typically. [That is, he has no relationships to speak of and mostly entertains himself, with the odd exception.] And I certainly can't go around bending the fabric of reality to suit my whims.

[ikols]

That does sound boring.

[ More up Stephen's alley than lying so well the universe bends around you to accept your power as magic. ]

I'm excessively private, thank you. What have I flaunted about my power so far?

[eternalmagic]

Hurtful. Thanks.

[He finishes off his drink and sets his glass aside, feeling quite comfortable now. Yes, this Loki is vastly different from his counterparts.]

In all fairness, yes, you do seem to possess a good deal more restraint than the Loki I'm familiar with. Then again, we haven't spent much time together yet.

[ikols]

Are we about to?

[ Setting his drink between his thighs, he conjures what looks like two tiny potatoes into his hands and dresses them appropriately with more flourishes of green magic, a little lightshow for Mordred, something of a treat for being so patient ... and a great barman.

The tsumtsums of Loki and Mordred are placed on the back of the couch where they peer at each other. ]

They do seem to like each other.

[eternalmagic]

[O.m.f.g. Loki.

Mordred stares at these two ridiculous-looking things and just... just...???]

What the... hell are those? [He picks one up and STARES AT IT.] Is this one supposed to be me?

[ikols]

Well, it's not wearing a green hoodie.

[ He pokes his own further along, wiggling it at Mordred like one would when tempting a cat to play. ]

You're welcome.

[ Most gods might give a better gift but, no. Shitty plushies seems much more rewarding. ]

[eternalmagic]

[Congratulations: in its sheer simplicity, this is one of the weirdest things that's ever happened to him. It's tough to keep his amusement hidden now, a grin peeking out around the corners of his mouth even as he tries to purse his lips against it. Wow.]

The resemblance is... uncanny. [He wiggles his very own tsum tsum at Loki's.] Thank you for this.

[ikols]

You can keep mine, they have to stay together now that they're a thing. They may get lonely.

[ Boop-kissing the tsums, he hands his over. Peace offering. ]

[eternalmagic]

[Of all the gifts he might have hoped to get from Loki, this would not have made it to the list, and not just because he didn't know such things existed. But it's a friendly gesture nonetheless, and for that alone it could have been a lot worse.

It's almost touching.]

I'm honored. [Although the one that looks like him is oddly discomfiting.] And genuinely unsure how I can repay you for this.

[ikols]

You already did with the second drink.

[ It's very good. He may ask for the recipe in a text, tbh. ]

Where are you staying? I'm at the communal apartments too, floor five.

[eternalmagic]

Well, consider it a standing offer. If you're ever in the mood. [A good drinking buddy is hard to find, after all.

Then he blinks, genuinely surprised.]

You're in communal housing? [He wouldn't have expected most gods to put up with that for long. But then... this Loki does seem to have a social side. Millennial, even. There's something about him that is as young as he looks.] Floor three, for now.

[ikols]

I keep a bed there, it's easier to touch base at the apartments with others.

[ As opposed to living part-time in the Sanctum, which he isn't willing to divulge just yet. ]

Anyone interesting on floor three?

[eternalmagic]

Keeping a bed there seems like the right way to think of it.

[He really doesn't mean to sound disparaging, but it's definitely not a set-up that works well for him. Strictly temporary.]

Truthfully, I haven't made proper introductions to my floormates-- [or even his roommate] --just yet. I was eager to get out into the city

[ikols]

And meet me, how flattering.

[ Wafting his face with a hand, so touched. ]