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CHARACTERS: Loki & open!
DATE: January catch-all, including the party.
WARNINGS: There's some dirty implications and a naked Loki, so tread carefully.
SUMMARY: Celebration, pranks, fireworks, devious planning, milkshakes, drama, fuzzy handcuffs and casual invasions of privacy. The usual.

Loki doesn't have a routine. In fact, he does his best to defy all possibility of routine. There are days that he sleeps late, other days that he doesn't sleep at all, mingling in the library as if somehow the deepest hour will reveal hidden texts to him. There are midnight snacks in the kitchen, mischief to be had for those lucky few who come across him in his more disobedient moods, and diving into the recesses of the photo app recently added to the jewelcomm.

The new year came like the one before it, the celebration welcome as Loki stretched himself in what felt like a new beginning. Everything had changed, but in name only. Lucky that's where it counted. A few years ago he had a party for the Young Avengers, an attempt at an apology for exploiting their trust after pulling the strings that lead to a very sore confession. If he had stayed, they would most likely trust him again, even now. He hadn't stayed; he had left in favor of a new start.

"Happy New Year, Loki," he says with a hint of a smile, a mutter into his glass beneath the loud shrieks and pops of fireworks.

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[ there were libraries that Loki frequented, aside from the mortal ones sprinkled in Manhattan, there was the one in Omnipotence City. in a former life, shrouded in his own memory, Loki had been tutored there. Oska's high shelves and decorated corridors reminded him of it, if only at a lack of grandeur. the old gods knew how to build a library, but that wasn't surprising, the old gods were still as the new god were: made of myth and story. ]

Do you bring enough to share with the class? Another spoon would be acceptable.

[ he's certainly not alone, and that's evident from the certain someone who's arrogant enough to butt in on his personal time carelessly. Loki's not looking up from his book, which is a paperback held between his fingers, open at the spine with his thumb. his green eyes are trained more on the words than they are the pudding.

but he knows the pudding is there. ]