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    "By that..."

    "By that I mean that I...am different. I am Loki, but I am not. You see, Lion, I was created of a counterpart of yours; a real Loki, who was conceived, born, and raised. He fell prey to a curse of the darkest kind of magic, a gemini curse, which manifested his evil, pain, and rage into one, physical being -- and that being is myself," he said, clearing his throat. "I suppose I was created simply to torture him with mine mere existence. So long as I exist, he cannot escape the horrors he has done, the horrors that I cannot stop doing, simply because 'tis my nature." 

Lion arched a brow at his counterpart’s statement, once again licking his lips clean after taking another, much longer sip of his coffee. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, clearing his throat softly.

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    "Do tell me, at length, what has brought you into my presence."

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    I swear I shall smite the next being to awake me from my slumber.      What do you want?

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What would you do if something ever happened to your boy?

[hisses]

Nothing will happen to him.

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I bet it is! Um. Does it have a scent? A sound? A color? Are there different kinds of magic? -falters- Oh, uh. Sorry. I--I got excited.

Ah -- start over? Your questions were fired...quite rapidly.

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Her ears pricked and she wriggled excitedly. "Oooh! Magic? What's that like?"

"Ah...I've never known life without it. It is...convenient?"

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Oh. Then how do you, um. Exist?

Magic.

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He appreciated that bluntness, but found himself looking downwards.

Ah, there was another fine detail. "I am not a Loki," he murmured very gently, eyes shifting to gaze into his teacup. "Well, I am. But I am not." He wasn't making sense to anyone but himself.

"To be completely frank, I don’t think any of us Lokis are ‘stable’, not even myself. We all have the potential of fucking up, but I, at least, know this and I really honestly don’t give a fuck," he stated bluntly, which was one of the few things he was damn good at. There was no sugarcoating around here.

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He was actually touched, touched by the fact that Lion had said the words my friend. "I should warn you that I am...not stable. I can be friend once moment and foe the next..."

"You have not been unpleasant to me," he noted with arched brows, turning his amused glance to his counterpart, though only for a moment. "I’m old. I’m only wary towards those worthy enough of my wariness and you, my friend, are not worthy of it. You’ve given me no reason to be on my toes around you."

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"Most are not brave enough to follow me indoors," he mused, holding that tea within his hands still. "I suppose I have a tendency to be unpleasant. What can I say? It is my nature."

He took a sip of that tea, and it warmed him as he drank. "You do not seem as wary of me as others tend to be. Why?"

And how fast it arrived. Here he’d been under the impression that his twin would brew it up, as some typically did, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it was magicked up. Once it landed atop the table after floating over to him, he pulled it close and twirled his index finger in the liquid like a spoon. As he did so, the temperature of the coffee cooled until he was pleased by it and brought it to his lips to taste test.

Perfect. It was perfect.

"Thank you," he said with a smile after licking his lips clean. "You don’t get many visitors? And why not?"

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Ha, if I could survive their homeland! And, uh, aren't they bigger than the average giant? And aggressive? I don't really know--I don't want to assume things, of course. Especially just because of the old legends back at home. One person's hero could be another person's villain.

In truth, you hold as much knowledge as I.

I know very little about the culture of Jotunheimr...I am not from there. I am not from anywhere.

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"Generally, yes."

"Should I need one?"

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"Not many. You are the first."

"Kinda. I mean, how many people do you often meet who say they are half dwarf?"

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A nod was the manifestation's first response before he conjured up that coffee in an elegant cup with a fancy gold handle, adding milk and sugar and creamer until the shade of the drink was close to Lion's preference. With magic, he floated it over to the twin, and the drink settled on the table, just before Lion's clasped hands. 

"There you are."

For himself, he had conjured up chamomile tea. His drink also came in a delicate, antiqued teacup, though it didn't match Lion's. Lie had very eclectic taste, to say the least. He slid into a chair at the table as well and offered a pleasant look to the counterpart.

"I don't get visitors often, you know."

It was always so wonderful hearing another repeat his nickname. The way it uniquely rolled off of each individual’s tongue with ease, how it sounded different and yet all the same. Even with twins, it was always different, never the same, and it managed to make the grin remain on his face for a little longer than normal.

He sat, making himself comfortable and resting his clasped hands atop the table, before he responded, “Extra sweet. I like milk and sugar and lots of creamer in it. Typically the color of my flesh versus that dark, dark brown.”

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-nods- Yeah, they are. Not in all the legends of giants back home did I hear anything about lines on their skin. Or that they could be blue with red eyes.

Perhaps you ought to one day encounter a true jotunn. I am sure that they could then tell you the significance of the markings.

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Ok so how did he come in to your life, then? How did he become your son?

I found him. Rescued him.

--Or did he rescue me? [smirks]

In truth, my memory does not serve me well these days. 

All that really matters is that he came to live with me, chose me to be his father, and he has been with me ever since.