thoughtformed | Text messages.

To: The Cool Avengers Who Also Happen to be Young (Leader Kate Bishop; Nate No-Fun Richards; BFF Billy Kaplan; Scott Wolfboy McCall; Mister Thomas)
From: Loki

It seems it's been quite the gap in time since that we've heard from our not very good friend the dreaded lizard creature of New Moore. Perhaps he has found a swap to crawl back into, and will emerge again on the night of the living dead. A very anti-climatic end, heroes usually have grander battles, and our foe has POOFed from existence. WTF.

To: The Mighty Thor
From: The Good Loki

You have significantly dropped in numbers, brother. It's concerning.

To: Aradia
From: Loki

Quite unsurprising news! Our lizard creature is still missing. Shall we send a search party to every cranny and nook of swamp upon New Moore? Prepare the local law enforcement and their dogs of searching. On another note, our dreaded Mister Magneto is still molding young, impressionable minds.

To: Lady Aisling
From: Loki

I've somehow slighted you, milady.

To: Jason
From: Loki

On this episode of New Moore P.D. stars a familiar Master of Magnetism. He seems to have something in mind that he's working on, doesn't he? Once again with a lack of evidence. However! It includes one Rudy Wade. We can take bets on how far this will escalate, but I would rather use the time constructively while we have it.

( OOC Note: Anyone can feel free to use this post to send text messages to Loki NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE as long as you have a phone. )

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[She, on the other hand, is impatient.]

Yes, a dowry. I haven't any cattle or works of art or gold to offer your people. You know that.

Do they not have dowries with your folk?

[he sounds a little openly confused.]

Not for a kiss.

The kiss is not the point. It is what the kiss leads to, about which you are either completely unaware, or purposefully misleading. If you didn't want to initiate some sort of bargain, you shouldn't have done it! Or at least should have said so afterward.

[and then he definitely sounds like someone who's a bit exhasperated and rubbing his forehead.]

Ah, no, the kiss is completely the point, as this would have not started without, correct? A kiss indicates no bargin, a kiss is a kiss, and beneath the mistletoe, I thought there was an understanding that it would not amount to much unless discussed.

...I did not mean to... hurt your feelings.

Sorry.

[There is a long pause as she digests this (and coincidentally refuses to answer his question) and a great rustling of leaves mostly obscures a Gaelic phrase that no princess should have in her vocabulary.]

I am sorry too.

[Whether she is apologizing or is sorry that she was hurt is debatable. Everything goes quiet for a moment.]

I hope I can trust you to keep your half of our previous bargain - continue to teach me about reading and writing and I will grant you your limited favor.

Why would it?

I don't believe this will create any changes in our agreement.

Kisses and other tokens are reserved for courtship. Or after a marriage. I don't see why they would be given so easily. It would rob them of their meaning.

[There's a touch of weariness behind her irritation. This whole thing is embarrassing and confusing, and if she had any say in it, she'd just drop it. But as long as he keeps talking to her and asking questions, she feels at least a little obligation to reply.]

[does he really have to be the one that explains this? he was just figuring these things out, himself. okay, time to be cool about this. totally cool.]

They're signs of affection, not courtship. It is up to whoever gives them to do so as they please, and not for others to judge. If you wish not to give them unless you'd like to, er ... end in marriage, then it should be made clear. If you give them freely or not ...

[his expression softens a little, and it's heard in his voice.]

They never lose their meaning.

Affection. [There were, of course, other ways to kiss... hierarchies mostly segregated but sometimes flowing into one another. A liege to a subject, a war band leader to his favored warriors, a parent to a child, sibling to sibling, friend to friend. Where, then, did this fall? And she was to understand that this sort of thing happened frequently?]

This place makes no sense...

[The murmur was almost inaudible, mostly meant for her, holding a wealth of homesickness and associated loss. She must recognize it, because her next line comes more strongly and masked with caution.]

What meaning did it hold for you?

We were persuaded by the mistletoe, however I still hold affection for you.

[there's a pause, and he lets out a sigh.]

Though I don't believe it's the affection that you want from me.

I don't know what the mistletoe has to do with it. I will have to think about this. It's clear that neither of us are happy with what has happened. But I don't know how that is to be resolved yet.

[an uneasy, thoughtful pause]

Five days. Let there be five days until our next meeting. Maybe by then we'll have an answer. Or at least a starting point.

As you say.

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