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[realitywarped]

What do you think it was supposed to mean?

[Evasion tactics engaged.]

[senoritaamerica]

Nuh-uh, don't play that game with me, chico. You said it, now explain yourself!

[realitywarped]

[There's a long pause, before a very reluctant answer.]

I only meant that, of all of the people I spent those months with, you're the one I find myself missing the most.

[senoritaamerica]

[A pause of her own, then, quietly,]

I miss you too, chico.

[realitywarped]

For no real reason, presumably. But... it's nice to hear, at least.

[And it genuinely is, because he'd sort of assumed once the shock was over, they'd all realise how much better off they were without him around.]

[senoritaamerica]

[Well, no one's asking her to kill innocent warlocks anymore...]

For all the good it does us.

[realitywarped]

There is that, yes. Unless-

No, never mind. Presumably you were up to something very important, and I should let you get back to it.

[senoritaamerica]

Unless what? Go on, spill.

[realitywarped]

Unless... you'd care to meet me again. Just once, if that's all you want.

[He's keeping any kind of hopeful tone out of his voice, though.]

[senoritaamerica]

[She thinks about that for a minute. She's not in the middle of anything pressing. And it's not like she has to tell the others...]

You know, I never did get to finish my meal that time.

[realitywarped]

...I'd prefer not getting thrown though a wall again.

[Just in case that was the plan.]

But I suppose I can meet you there, if that's not what you're thinking of.

[senoritaamerica]

Whether you end up thrown through a wall is entirely dependent on your own behavior.

Let's do it. See if they'll let me in after that time.

[realitywarped]

I'll try to behave myself appropriately, then.

If it's a problem, you can always look like someone else. I am very good at illusions, after all.

[senoritaamerica]

[That. Makes her a little uncomfortable.]

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I'll meet you there. [And she hangs up, kicking open a door to the Korean restaurant's dimension.]

[realitywarped]

[With his magic back, Loki has his own ways of travelling; less flashy, admittedly, but just as effective. It lets him slide into the other dimension pretty quietly. He waits somewhere near the restaurant, far enough away that if America seems to be in the kind of bad mood that does involve walls he can still make a run for it.]

[senoritaamerica]

[America emerges from her star portal on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. Looking around, she doesn't spot Loki, figuring she arrived before him. Not a problem, she'll wait.

And try to persuade the waitstaff, who noticed her entry and came outside to investigate, that she means them-- and their restaurant-- no harm.]

[realitywarped]

[Loki thinks about leaving anyway, but honestly? He's here now, and for once he's not going to just run away from things. Or, at least, he's going to try not to run; he can't always help his instincts, after all. Instead he walks up behind America. At least he doesn't look quite like the kid who got thrown through the wall last time; that should help, right?]

I promise, she's not going to damage the restaurant.

[senoritaamerica]

[She isn't startled. Totally isn't startled when his voice comes from right behind her. Coolly, she turns and looks at him. The waiter seems convinced, if reluctant, and lets them both in. At least there's that.

They head inside and take a seat at a table in the corner.]

I gotta say, I half didn't think you'd show.

[realitywarped]

That makes two of us.

[Which one of them wasn't turning up, he doesn't specify.]

And yet, here we are anyway.

[senoritaamerica]

Yeah, here we are.

[A w k w a r d   s i l e n c e .]

So. I don't suppose you want to talk about what you've been up to?

[realitywarped]

I can. It's not terribly interesting, though. I went in search of a sword.

[senoritaamerica]

[The waiter comes around, America orders. Gets them both an appetizer to snack on.]

A sword? Didn't figure you for the sword type.

[realitywarped]

It's a legendary weapon, to the people of Asgard. One of our first heroes was meant to have used it.

[He shrugs; the history means a little less to him than it does to everyone else in Asgard.]

Odin left it for me, some years ago. Of course, he also left a number of tests in the way.

[senoritaamerica]

So it's an old sword.

I'm going to assume you either passed or found a way around those tests.

[realitywarped]

Very old, potentially very powerful. I have yet to see how it would match up to, say, Mjolnir, admittedly.

Well, yes, or I'd not have the sword. Some of the tests were... easier than others.