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[damn_yourself_early]

Snow has fallen in the Nexus! Fat, fluffy flakes of white, piling and drifting from ankle- to knee-depth in places. It may still be falling, in places, and in the midst of it all is a Norse godling packing snowballs and a grin. "I swear, I had nothing to do with it--but! What's your favorite thing to do with a fresh fall of snow?"

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[brave_heart_verity]

Ah, a kamikaze maneuver to bury her and wall him in. Daring. When her glasses are clear again she prowls around the edges of the tree, searching for him. "You can't stay in there forever, sweetheart. And I'm under strict orders to practice my magic more, so. What to do, what to do..."

[damn_yourself_early]

"Well, it depends. What can your magic do, so far?" he asks, ducking branches to circle the tree and keep peeking out at her.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Ehhh... not much, actually. I'm only just starting. I'm pretty good at keeping my drinks cold." A flick of her hand when she thinks she sees his shadow move sends another thin wave of snow his way. "And that."

[damn_yourself_early]

"Whoop!" Whether it's Verity's snow-wave, or Loki's reprisal, the tree's branches are disturbed, and snow comes tumbling down in a cascade of white.

Is Loki still under there? Or did he get out? "That still sounds pretty good," he opines, leaning against another tree to one side. Looks like he got out. The falling snow didn't completely hide his tracks, either.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Not bad for a month's study," she agrees with a little smile. She's surprised he didn't take the opportunity to pelt her from behind. Her hand twitches as she turns to him, but very little snow stirs. Looks like someone's hit her limit already. "And it's done wonders for my pastries."

[damn_yourself_early]

There's a time for cheap shots, and a time to not take cheap shots. Announcing his escape with a remark from off to one side is more stylish, anyway. "Only a month? Doing good! You wanna get in on the snow fight I'm pretty sure is gonna be brewing?"

"Pastries, eh? Are these pastries that need tastries?"

[brave_heart_verity]

He has always had a flair for the dramatic. She's glad this is something that carries through to each incarnation. An unstylish Loki wouldn't be worth knowing. "Thank you. Sure. I guess. Who're we fighting?" It's important to know. Some people, she's more willing to pelt with snowballs than others.

The bad rhyme gets a giggle from her. "Oh, I think I'm going to need someone with a very discerning palate to help me really understand what I'm doing at this point. You know anyone like that?"

[damn_yourself_early]

Good thing she didn't meet Loki the First, whose great contribution to style was convincing the Red Skull and Magneto to team up. And that hat.

"So far, a guy in a blue coat, and that winter guy, and Jim," Loki answers. "Jim might be turning traitor, maybe."

But pastries! "I can discern," he offers helpfully, perking up.

[brave_heart_verity]

As evil plans go, that one was particularly swank. And that hat distracted from a multitude of sins.

"People have names, sweetheart. You should learn them. It'll impress them that you remember these things." The idea of her brother turning traitor gets a disapproving tsk from her. And she shall tsk at him when the time comes!

"Oh, can you? Okay then, how about this: after we're done playing here, you come over to my place for lunch, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious things, and you can help me decide which ones are best."

[damn_yourself_early]

Okay, granted, there was some elegance involved. Hat, tho.

"I will," he promises, "I just don't know their names yet."

Again, with the up and the perking. "Oh! Oh, that's the best plan! That plan is perfect, we'll have to do it!"

[brave_heart_verity]

You can't win them all?

"Okay, good. We'll do that. Now, where are we going for the snow fight?" She holds out a hand to him, trusting him to lead her to whatever threadspot is their base for the game.

[damn_yourself_early]

"The fort Jim and I started is over here," he answers, taking her by the hand to show her the way.