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[The day after this, Loki needs someone to talk to.

It doesn't escape him that, on both Asgard and this ship, he never felt like he really had anyone to truly speak with; despite his silver tongue and his innate charm, he never kept steadfast friends. Always too cautious, always too withdrawn, never as sociable as most -- his flaws that kept him from being able to connect in the way that most could.

The only person he would feel like talking to on the Thor would be Amelia, and even then he feels like it would be nothing more than banter. A slight annoyance on her part.

He doesn't pity himself for it (though he's no stranger to self-pity at all), but rather ignores it altogether. He sends her a text, out of the blue with little context.]

Do you keep items of sentiment in your room?

[Her Guide alerts her of a new and snaps the witch out of her reverie with the words of Lord Byron.

She was in her room (which she appropriately enchanted to make a greater living space than was actually there) and lounging on a chair. Amelia takes her Guide in one hand, book in another to view the text. It surprised her really, to see who the sender was. Of course the question struck her as odd, but as of now there didn't seem to be any harm in answering it.]

I wasn't fortunate to have most of the artifacts my mentor collected along with my own objects. I do have a few that I keep close by though.

[Short and to the point. She decided not to ask why he wanted to know. The Emerald Witch figured she would find out soon enough.]

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[The response is not immediate, but it comes, assuredly. Even as Loki types, the scent of flowers permeate every inch of his room.]

What kind of sentiment? Nostalgia, happiness, or melancholy?

[A strange question, but it was the heart of the matter.]

[There is a delay in her reply, but it arrives.]

I would say it's a combination of all three.

And to be more truthful, the sentiment can be painful too.

Then why bother keeping it near you? Is it not easier to simply be rid of the item?

I suppose you think these are strange questions. Forgive me, I'm simply trying to figure out where to place certain things.

[Figuratively and literally.]

I keep it with me because it's important.

[It's a simple reply, one that usually would be read as impatient and yet this was not the case right now. It was actually very melancholy in itself. She's finding it difficult to explain without divulging much more personal information. Not too far away from her, the glowing red rose in its glass orb glimmers on top of a bedside table. Most days it gave her peace to know that it was nearby and simply there.

There's a flickering ache all of a sudden.]

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[It's hard, through text, to judge the tone of words. It's easier for Loki to assume that it's a simplistic and obvious reply, than for him to make the mistake of assuming anything more poignant. He hesitates as he thinks of how to respond next.]

I see.

They're flowers, if you were wondering.

What kind and what color?

[Loki switches the feed to video for the sake of showing her the flowers, and Amelia will see a slightly tired God of Mischief, but not without a wry smile on his face. (A practised art, that.)]

See for yourself.

[He turns the guide in the direction of the flowers, which sit in the middle of a table.]

Ah. Hello there. [She nods at him and studies the flowers. Her eyes light up slightly because she really is fond of flowers. And she did say she liked gardening.]

Those are rather lovely. What was the occasion?

[The feed stays on the flowers while Loki speaks.]

There was none. My brother simply sent them to me, to tell me things he could never say out loud.

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[So the leaves in the fortune she gave him were not off the mark at all.]

I see.

You're not going to throw them away?

[On the contrary, they were quite accurate.]

I want to.

[And yet they're still there. He turns the feed back to face him, and he doesn't bother keeping his smile.]

You would think I would gravitate towards lies, wouldn't you? Being who I am. The Trickster, the Liesmith. But these? These, I just want to burn.

[She lets out a sigh, stands up, and puts her hands on her hips, thinking]

But you haven't.

[He's silent for a moment.]

No. I haven't; their sentiment, though misplaced, is... hard to ignore.

[He loves what lies they represent, but he hates the fact that's all they will ever be.]

What would you do, Amelia?

[PUT THEM IN GLASS ORBS FOREVER I mean no.]

You could turn those into something smaller, something more compact. [She snaps her fingers when an idea comes up]

Ah. You could make the flowers smaller and store them in a locket.

[He can't help but laugh a little jadedly at that.]

A locket? That seems more sentimental than their current form. And yet out of sight and out of mind...

[He seems to be considering it.]

I don't think the meaning would change except that you could keep it hidden away and out of sight like you just said.

Forgive me if I'm stepping over the line here, but if you haven't thrown those flowers away, it just means you still find something important concerning your relationship with your brother. Don't... throw it away.

... I'll stop there if you wish. I hope you consider the idea with the locket though.

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[He responds fairly quickly, though there's a certain detachment to his tone, and a faraway look to his features -- it's hard to tell if he's considering it or not.]

Important? Yes. But there are different kinds of important, as I'm sure you know. This is the type that perhaps rubs me the wrong way.

We'll see. Either way, I thank you for your advice.

[She decides not to push the matter any further. She already tried when telling his fortune. ]

You're welcome. I didn't mind at all.

[This was the truth. There's no hint of irritability or insincerity in her words.]

[He offers her a small grin -- just barely there, the corners of his lips curving upwards only slightly -- but there's the smallest hint of sincerity in it. For sincerity to not be coupled with a influx of unmanageable emotions is a rare thing for the God of Mischief.]

I'll leave you be, then. Until next time.

[And he ends the feed.]

[Suddenly, your guide is playing this whether you're doing something on it or not. ]

[Continued from here. And as to where we left off exactly...!]

Is it too inaccurate of a description?

[Pacing back and forth as she speaks to him, keeping her eyes on the mistletoe... nope, not letting her go]

[brow lift]

Perhaps not strong enough of a word, but it is not inaccurate.

[he did try to kill him that one time. or at least hurt him quite badly.]

So in other words, it's still a little too broad. I was at least under the impression that he's currently treating you with some surprising fairness.

[Okay, she's not going to get anywhere by just prolonging the conversation so...]

... And I... will be needing some assistance. I'm not getting anywhere standing around like this.

Without knowing the full extent of what has passed between us, you cannot form any impression that would present itself as accurate.

[That was blunt, but he's much more in favor of dropping it for the latter statement.]

Are you asking for a kiss, Amelia?

[Well, that blunt comment in addition to that question...]

No, I'm asking you to bite off my nose.

[Said very humorlessly, but then again she doesn't need to put in effort to sound like that more than half the time]

[Said with plenty of humour, thank you very much:] I do have the form of a wolf I can take if that is your goal...

I will take the less painful and more obvious option, if you would so kindly oblige.

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If you insist.

[Not like she had to twist Loki's arm about it, though. He'll walk briskly up to her, and not giving her much time to prepare (it wouldn't be as much fun otherwise), he lifts up her chin with one hand and leans in for a kiss on the lips. Of the lingering sort. She can probably feel the edges of his lips curling upwards as he does so.]

[Kissing was and will always be strange to Amelia. It's something that's never entirely unpleasant (at least in her experience), but she can't say she's very receptive to it either.

It's very troubling when she feels the need to enjoy herself and when taking the person she's kissing into consideration...

She doesn't exactly kiss back, but when she feels the movement of his lips curling up, and the lingering there's this unexpected jolt in her heart and mind. In the head there's a nagging thought of how this isn't really right, but there's that feeling in her chest that makes this feel not wrong in a way...]

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[... And the mind wins, so she only allows the kiss to linger for a couple more seconds before pulling away trying to maintain her composure and doing surprisingly well.

Sort of.]

That should be fine, thank you.

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[Most of the women he's kissed in his time were more than willing to let the kiss linger (likely due to his royal status at the time), but he isn't surprised when Amelia pulls away. In fact, he's pleased that it lasted the few seconds that it did.

Parted, he looks down at her with a scrutinizing eye.]

You are most welcome. Can you move?

Right. Move.

[Taking a few steps backwards, and success! She breathes a sigh of relief.]

Finally.

I am glad to have been of service, though I am sorry to say that service did not last very long.

Sorry to say? Enough is enough I should think.

But I was rather enjoying myself.

... But it didn't even last that long.

[Because she didn't let it :V]

Only because you pulled away.

[calling her on it]

[Aaaand turning red]

I... Well, of course I wasn't going to let it last!

[oh boy here we go]

Oh? Why? Did you not enjoy it? I noted that you weren't very receptive.

No! Nothing like that.

I just don't usually kiss friends in that manner or... kiss anyone I think of in a platonic fashion in such a manner although it was necessary this time.

[Rationalize, rationalize, rationalize]

Then logic would dictate that perhaps you don't think of it as platonic?

[he's just messing with you, Amelia, to see your reaction.]

You certainly are trying to make it sound like it isn't!

You're the one blushing, not me.

I'm...? [Oh, god just realizing it. Throwing her arms up in the air and turning away from him]

Alright. Fine. I'm thinking too hard about this. Thank you for your help, happy holidays, let's continue this conversation, never.

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[Sorry, Amelia, but Loki is just going to laugh at your reaction.]

I do not believe I've seen you like this, Amelia. Perhaps you enjoyed the kiss more than you let on?

[GODDAMMIT]

What did I just say?!

[trolololol....

An innocent look, coupled with a shrug!!]

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