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CHARACTERS: anakin & assorted others
DATE: catch-all from end of december through january
WARNINGS: skywalker etc will edit if anything comes up
SUMMARY: stuff and things

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The Force or me?

[ anakin paces himself a little more this time, but he can already feel the warmth spreading from his torso through his remaining limbs. this may have been a mistake, but he's in no position to be aware of it.

anakin skywalker's room is meticulously clean if not organized. even so, anakin will argue it is; he can find everything. anakin skywalker himself is as undressed as loki has ever seen him: clad in an under tunic so dark it is almost black and pants and the ever-present glove covering his artificial right hand. the ring gift of alastair is a small bulge underneath the tunic.

anakin takes another sip and makes a face. ]

We could have used this back on Coruscant.

[ for the nights when sleep simply wouldn't come. or following a day that all he wanted to do was forget. it's not a very jedi-like impulse but whether due to time or drink anakin is past caring. ]

[selfimage]

[ he doesn't answer the first part. ]

Not unless the gods themselves decided to visit.

[ the bottle goes back to Loki's glass, and he pours himself a little more, as if he were instilling some kind of silent challenge. ]

...

[ the stream stops, and Loki stops, and he glances up at Anakin. ]

Are there gods on Coruscant?

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About as many as there are species. [ the careless answer of one who believes in none of them even seated across from one himself.

anakin swirls the liquid in the cup, watching the play of light. ] Most are just a different name for the Force. The Force is all that is.

[ the liquid lifts from the cup. it ebbs, extends, contracts, as pliable and easy to manipulate as clay. anakin watches it idly, a strange little smile on his face. ]

But my master would be very upset to see me doing this. "Ana-kin," [ his voice shifts to a frighteningly accurate imitation of obi-wan, ] "the Force is not a plaything."

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[ Anakin wavers, watching his glass, and Loki watches him with subdued interest. there's a smile that creeps up his cheeks and then a low chuckle at the imitation. ]

You master certainly wants to keep the toys in the box.

[ it's not something he's unused to seeing, though the means are a little different. ]

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[ anakin remembers playing a game with shuura. seated across from padmé, he called the fruit to him before she could cut into it. then he had also mentioned how unhappy obi-wan would be were he present to see.

the smile lingers, though little about it recalls contentment. ]

Jedi don't abuse our powers. [ the mead, still floating, smooths into a perfect sphere. at his urging, it rotates slowly on its axis. the light of the room plays prettily off the moving surface. ] This kind of use is a little irresponsible.

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[ there's a little quirk in Loki's brow, and he goes back to his mead, taking a sip as if it were suddenly reminding him of home. when he's done, he dismisses the memories. ]

You call this—[ he motions around with a dark nailed finger. ]—abuse? This is just a little fun. Abuse seems like a word to deliberately kill the buzz.

Jedi aren't against fun, are they?

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Of course not. [ an immediate protest. ] We're not humorless. It's —

[ anakin finds he can't explain. the crux evades him and so he finally shakes his head. ] Forget it.

[ with a low chuckle, he allows the ball to collapse. gravity splashes the mead back inside his cup. ]

I think this might already be going to my head. [ a beat. ] You said the gods made it?

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[ Anakin dismisses it and Loki gives it a shrug, as if the question is entirely forgotten. ]

Hm? Ah, yes. Those of Asgard. The honey comes from the bees that tend to Idunn's apples, then it's fermented for centuries in the frost-bitten planks of ships fallen during their voyages.

[ but he's totally a rebel because it's giving it to mortals anyway. ]

I can only hope that they took this from my old man's private stash. [ there's some glee that comes from saying that aloud. ]

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So the gods hoard alcohol, don't get along and really like their gold. Somewhere there must be a very disappointed believer.

[ anakin shakes his head, chuckling. he never felt awed by loki; this only assures that fact. obi-wan would be fascinated. anakin takes another long drink. ]

Do you spend much time with us mortals?

[ he means general you, but of course loki will be loki and anakin really can't say shit but he will anyway. ]

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Where did the gold part come from? [ Loki you were raised not to even care about anything when it came to payment in the very real aspect of the word. despite that, it's a question lost. there's a lot of background here that debates. gods were as mortals constructed them in the loosest sense.

the universe liked patterns, and the gods in the shapes of mortals were what it found comfortable. ]

That depends. [ he takes his time with his booze, looking into it as if he were searching for an answer. ] It's not as if all the gods can come to an agreement. My dad is rather mercurial about the subject. All the while, my brother has fashioned himself the protector of the mortal realms.

[ there's a little shrug. ]

There are still those that would see humankind as fodder, nonetheless. [ his uncle comes to mind, strongly. the evil uncle that he had freed from old Asgard during their dance in the Tenth Realm. ]

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[ through the force one is capable of much. here, with a buzz that has already climbed to his head, anakin more naturally falls into habits which he was taught against, which he was warned against. yet, what is the harm in such mindless uses? they harm no one; mere jest between friends.

the drink makes everything seem a great decision. in answer to the question, anakin gives the diadem a little tug. not enough to lift it off of loki' ahead or even try to. only a jerk of a lopsided response to a question whose answer is so obvious as to only have been ironic. ]

'Humankind.' [ anakin shakes his head. ] Your universe has to be so small.

So which are you? Poke with a stick, see response?

[ or encourage in chaos, ply with alcohol… same difference. ]

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Not as small as you think.

[ there's a little jab with a knowing voice. the gods of Asgard had a specific relationship with those on Midgard—but that didn't mean that everyone else in the universe didn't have their own gods to contend with. ]

I'm leaning toward appreciation, at this point.

[ said a little wistfully.

he had tried so hard not to be like old, evil Loki, the one who saw mortals as nothing but tiny pawns in a wider game. so, to be defiant, he had gone out of his way to appreciate them. ]