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That morning, Loki had finally gotten around to the piece of paper he'd been handed along with his room key, and... well, it was definitely interesting. Apparently not checking in for two weeks in favor of scouting the Inn as a kitten meant that he'd been involuntarily assigned to 'community service' in the infirmary.

It was ridiculous. He wasn't a healer. Oh, ~~his mother~~ ~~Frigga~~ his mother had tried to teach him healing magic, and the theory had been easy enough, but barring one or two minor successes healing his brother of minor injuries, the practical had always escaped him. Eventually his mother had removed healing from his lessons, and not long after that Loki himself had stopped trying.

It was ridiculous.

It didn't matter, though, where he did his reading and thinking, and at least waving vaguely in the direction of being productive would probably very slightly soothe the fears of anyone who thought he, for example, made a habit out of flinging people out of windows. (He'd only done that once. It wasn't a habit.)

Therefore he swung by the library, relieved it of all the medical texts a quick rummage presented, hauled the books to the clininc, and staked out a desk area more or less out of the way. As nearly as he could tell, anyway; regardless, a small wall made of books hopefully separated him nicely from anyone looking for help.

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She watched him walk away with that sort of look you gave someone when you felt 'and that's why I love you'. Bo could now piece two and two together a little easier. Loki was Thor's brother. It seemed the Asgardians were a bit more of a draw than most. She could practically hear Trick back home trying to explain power dynamics and succubi and she mentally rolled her eyes.

Bo looked to Loki - the predator inside her hidden behind her eyes again, but probably visible to someone familiar with the look. "Sorry." Though she had a sneaking suspicion the apology was not needed - not like it had been for Thor. At least this wasn't as mortifying.

"Would asking you to keep what I am to yourself make a difference?"

Loki banished the illusion she'd been talking to and released the invisibility on his real self - disappearing from one place and appearing in another. The conversation had been more than long enough that he'd been able to completely reorder himself, presenting a thoroughly unmussed image. "I'm a practical man, Bo. There's nothing for me in gossip, and I may realize some benefit in keeping your secret at some point."

A little telekinesis started re-stacking the books that had been scattered in their not-quite-play, and Loki moved to stand nearly in the place his illusion had been. The best way to play this, at the moment, seemed to be 'nodding in the direction of the alleged professional.' "I meant what I said, though. No one who's getting everything they need gets desperate enough to grab whatever happens to be in front of them. This time, it was me and you were lucky. You're not going to be lucky forever."

"I know." She was so aware of it, it almost hurt. Bo had a back up plan in case things turned unlucky really fast. Ironically, perhaps, it was with his brother.

She turned to go before the feeling to throw herself across the room at hi again. One thing she was certain of - the power inside of Loki was something she never tasted before, much like she had felt with Thor.

"Just for the record," She cast a glance back and managed her regular wry, flirtatious smile. "I wouldn't classify you as 'whatever'." There was honesty in her voice. Then she turned her and headed for the exit of the clinic, hips swaying.

Loki returned her smile and added a slight, half-mocking bow as a matter of form and habit. That was, after all, the sort of thing someone said when trying to keep their options open. He could respect that.

Then he went back to reading, as if nothing at all had happened.

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