strangetrip | [EP] Community service for some reason

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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Mildmay had read about Loki in a book from the library. And the guy here calling himself Thor called him his brother, and said he'd made up a lot of the stories people knew about the gods. Those gods anyways.

Tricksters weren't all bad. Even in the stories, Loki'd done good things and bad, usually together, with his tricks. And powers knew, Kethe's help had got Mildmay outta more scrapes than he could count... and bit him in the ass just as much.

"So what do you get out of it?" he asked, genuinely curious and trying to work through it in his head. 'Cause who could sentence a god to something they didn't wanna do, 'cept another god, and why would Loki go along with it if he didn't want to. It was probably another of his stories, then, but he hadta have a reason.

"Entertainment isn't enough?" All things considered, this wasn't a terrible idea from either a tactical or strategic standpoint. People inclined to suspect him relaxed when he was easily findable, or when they could believe someone was watching him. People not inclined to suspect him ended up edging towards a favorable opinion based solely in 'how bad can he be?'

Very bad. Of course. But they did not, as yet, need to know that. "I enjoy company and conversation, and I can read and think anywhere. Might as well do both here, don't you think?"

Something about Loki's answer, Mildmay had the passing thought that this Loki and Felix would probably get on. Or they hate each other passionately... which okay, might be something they'd both enjoy the fuck out of. Or Felix at least.

Then again, Felix either liked or hated most people he could be bothered to notice.

"You sound like my brother." Probably better than saying he sounded like a fucking trickster, even if that was true too.

“Do I? Is he here?” There were few enough people similar to him that Loki made a point of meeting them wherever possible. And seeing what happened.

Mildmay didn't laugh, because he rarely did, but he shook his head. "If Felix was here, everybody'd know. He ain't what you'd call shy, or, uh, inconspicuous." It was a Felix type word, for all it didn't describe him any. It was something he'd used to talk about Mildmay, though, and the word stuck.

“Aaaah, I think I recognize the type.” Needed attention, took steps to get it, charming right up to I will strangle you. Thor’s friend Fandral had been similar, and if Loki had never found him charming, it was because the man had never turned it in his direction. “I imagine he was a good distraction for you on occasion.”

While he was under the obligation d'âme, nobody was supposed to pay him any mind, 'less Felix wanted it that way. And Mildmay'd always been good at blending in, long before he and Felix ever met. Couldn't be a good cat burglar – or assassin, but he didn't do that any more – without it.

"I guess," he allowed, half shrugging. "Mostly folks didn't care none about a lame annemer, 'cept if they thought I could get him to shut up about something. Usually when he was tearing strips offa somebody, or showing 'em up by being smarter than all the other wizards put together." But couldn't nobody shut Felix up when he didn't wanna. Trying just gave him a new target.

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