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"I'll help you if you help me!" Glorious whispered, while they were down.

Loki rolled his eyes. "You need lessons in subtlety, sweetheart," he mouthed back, slipping out from under her and cursing loudly her clumsiness for the sake of the crowd. It wasn't all show - he'd just gotten a shower, and now he was covered in dirt again.

The passers-by lost inerest soon, and he blended into the crowd, she mimicking him admirably. She didn't have the same prowess, however, and lost his trail after she rounded the corner. She continued to purposefully meander among the throngs of humans. Loki would never be able to resist sating his curiosity, even in a matter as menial as this. Sure enough, when she'd stopped expecting it, she was pulled into an alley by a handsome and dark - if not particularly tall - man. Man being a loose term in a variety of ways.

She found herself face-to-face with Loki and smiled. She was in a generous mood. If she hadn't approached him first, she would have punched him for taking this liberty. "Come back for more?" she teased. Loki scowled, trying to hide his growing intrigue in the turn of his scarred lips. She'd always viewed those with amazement - how could a man with such an ugly mouth kiss so well?

"Don't play games with me, Glory. What do you propose?"

Glory pretended to suolk. "Aww, you're no fun anymore, Loki. I thought you liked playing around."

"Proposal indeed - playing the field, no. As adorable as you are, I'm already taken, if I might remind you," Loki replied evenly. It was rather stiff for her mercurial ex-boyfriend.

"I'm not asking for anything real," she scoffed, flipping her long black tresses. They gleamed scarlet, but not as much. She intended to let all the dyes fade away; they were a bit radical for Ice, her current boyfriend.

"Glorious Sirena Titan, I dare say that you're not half as shallow as a kiddy pool," Loki said. She thought that his tone was fainting mocking, but he had a delicate touch and it was hard to tell.

"Loki Sverre Odinsson, I do believe that you actually gave a compliment," she said, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Ah. It seems you've done your research. That was my last alieas," the man noted, smirking. "But I believe that I hold the advantage in this court, blossom."

"How so?:" she demanded. "I see no advantage."

"I was there at your christening, Ms. Titan. It stole your candy." He had a magnificent poker face.

Glorious took that in and digested it. The parcel of information, packaged in such a sweet, mild voice, tasted sour in her mind. Must he remind her so forcefully of his powers? This was only a game!

But it wasn't so fun losing... Time to turn up the heat. She smiled charmingly at him through long black lashes. They were almost exactly the same height, though she was more leggy. It was more disconcerting to see that his eyelashes were nearly as long as hers, and yet fit annoyingly well among his masculine features.

"You know," she began, silkily. "You're kinda cute for an old guy. I still remember the ball, way back when. You had some sweet moves, I'll admit.... Someone could get pretty jealous, watching you have your way with me."

Loki, apparently unmoved, merely asked, "What's in it for me?"

"I heard Delilah's playing too - hard to get."

Delilah was the woman who'd finally snagged Loki's fickle heart. He'd been courting her diligently since the war, but she hadn't yet forgiven him for saving her when she'd poisoned herself - not to mention killing her father. Loki was rather close-mouthed about the whole event. No one was sure what exactly had offcused. There were even rumours that she really had died and Loki had found a way to bring her back. Glory herself didn't know and didn't care, though she wouldn't have been surprised it it turned out to be true. Everyone knew that Loki was completely insane.

"QFT - Ice has that name for a reason," Loki retorted, sending her thoughts back to the present. It was true. The only man she wanted after all the others was the only one immune to her charms. She almost believed the rumors that his heart had been replaced with a carving at birth. It seemed a cruel irony - he was much too cute to be relegated to eye candy or ice sculpture.

But true or not, she was proud, and refused to either flush or scowl, staring even back at him. She had once found him attractive, but now there was no comparison.

Loki watched the details of her expression and saw exactly what he had expected. "Aren't you in a hurry to sell yourself," he mocked. "But all right. You always were my favorite ex.... Even if you do like your men cold and dead now, apparently."

He paused to think, or at least make an appearance of thought. "Right. Beachside, tomorrow, around seven. Arrange the scene and I'll do my part... This might be fun."

With that comforting thought, Loki sauntered off into the sahdows. Glory heaved a sigh of relief. Loki was a master at manipulation and great with the dramatic. Everything would be find.... After this is over, I'm taking a five-hour-long hot bath to soak out all the stress, she thought idly, letting the flow of the crowds direct her to her apartment. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the knowledge that there was no way in Hades that their scheme would go as planned. She ignored it and went on her way.

The sidewalks of New York City, New York, were crowded and bustling, body heat providing an infinitismal relief from the biting cold. She welcomed the cruel breeze from the biting cold. She welcomed the cruel breeze that whipped hair into her eyes and caused mucus to seep from the corners of her nostrils. A daughter of Ares could never be conquered by mere weather patterns.

Despite her firm resolve, her naked hands fumbled at the apartment door for nearly a minute before she could open it. There was no relief in gaining entrance, as her heater was broken. Ice - the person and the object - had frozen it a while back, before the war had started and they'd first met, and it hadn't worked since.

She sat at her vanity and brushed at her hair until it gave her a static shock; then she turne din for the day and lay down on her bed. Sleep wouldn't come easily to her troubled mind, even tucked under a thick layer of blankets. She wondered what she was getting herself into for the first time. What kind of deal had she made, and with what kind of devil?

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"I'll help you if you help me!" Glorious whispered, while they were down.

Loki rolled his eyes. "You need lessons in subtlety, sweetheart," he mouthed back, slipping out from under her and cursing loudly her clumsiness for the sake of the crowd. It wasn't all show - he'd just gotten a shower, and now he was covered in dirt again.

The passers-by lost inerest soon, and he blended into the crowd, she mimicking him admirably. She didn't have the same prowess, however, and lost his trail after she rounded the corner. She continued to purposefully meander among the throngs of humans. Loki would never be able to resist sating his curiosity, even in a matter as menial as this. Sure enough, when she'd stopped expecting it, she was pulled into an alley by a handsome and dark - if not particularly tall - man. Man being a loose term in a variety of ways.

She found herself face-to-face with Loki and smiled. She was in a generous mood. If she hadn't approached him first, she would have punched him for taking this liberty. "Come back for more?" she teased. Loki scowled, trying to hide his growing intrigue in the turn of his scarred lips. She'd always viewed those with amazement - how could a man with such an ugly mouth kiss so well?

"Don't play games with me, Glory. What do you propose?"

Glory pretended to suolk. "Aww, you're no fun anymore, Loki. I thought you liked playing around."

"Proposal indeed - playing the field, no. As adorable as you are, I'm already taken, if I might remind you," Loki replied evenly. It was rather stiff for her mercurial ex-boyfriend.

"I'm not asking for anything real," she scoffed, flipping her long black tresses. They gleamed scarlet, but not as much. She intended to let all the dyes fade away; they were a bit radical for Ice, her current boyfriend.

"Glorious Sirena Titan, I dare say that you're not half as shallow as a kiddy pool," Loki said. She thought that his tone was fainting mocking, but he had a delicate touch and it was hard to tell.

"Loki Sverre Odinsson, I do believe that you actually gave a compliment," she said, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Ah. It seems you've done your research. That was my last alieas," the man noted, smirking. "But I believe that I hold the advantage in this court, blossom."

"How so?:" she demanded. "I see no advantage."

"I was there at your christening, Ms. Titan. It stole your candy." He had a magnificent poker face.

Glorious took that in and digested it. The parcel of information, packaged in such a sweet, mild voice, tasted sour in her mind. Must he remind her so forcefully of his powers? This was only a game!

But it wasn't so fun losing... Time to turn up the heat. She smiled charmingly at him through long black lashes. They were almost exactly the same height, though she was more leggy. It was more disconcerting to see that his eyelashes were nearly as long as hers, and yet fit annoyingly well among his masculine features.

"You know," she began, silkily. "You're kinda cute for an old guy. I still remember the ball, way back when. You had some sweet moves, I'll admit.... Someone could get pretty jealous, watching you have your way with me."

Loki, apparently unmoved, merely asked, "What's in it for me?"

"I heard Delilah's playing too - hard to get."

Delilah was the woman who'd finally snagged Loki's fickle heart. He'd been courting her diligently since the war, but she hadn't yet forgiven him for saving her when she'd poisoned herself - not to mention killing her father. Loki was rather close-mouthed about the whole event. No one was sure what exactly had offcused. There were even rumours that she really had died and Loki had found a way to bring her back. Glory herself didn't know and didn't care, though she wouldn't have been surprised it it turned out to be true. Everyone knew that Loki was completely insane.

"QFT - Ice has that name for a reason," Loki retorted, sending her thoughts back to the present. It was true. The only man she wanted after all the others was the only one immune to her charms. She almost believed the rumors that his heart had been replaced with a carving at birth. It seemed a cruel irony - he was much too cute to be relegated to eye candy or ice sculpture.

But true or not, she was proud, and refused to either flush or scowl, staring even back at him. She had once found him attractive, but now there was no comparison.

Loki watched the details of her expression and saw exactly what he had expected. "Aren't you in a hurry to sell yourself," he mocked. "But all right. You always were my favorite ex.... Even if you do like your men cold and dead now, apparently."

He paused to think, or at least make an appearance of thought. "Right. Beachside, tomorrow, around seven. Arrange the scene and I'll do my part... This might be fun."

With that comforting thought, Loki sauntered off into the sahdows. Glory heaved a sigh of relief. Loki was a master at manipulation and great with the dramatic. Everything would be find.... After this is over, I'm taking a five-hour-long hot bath to soak out all the stress, she thought idly, letting the flow of the crowds direct her to her apartment. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the knowledge that there was no way in Hades that their scheme would go as planned. She ignored it and went on her way.

The sidewalks of New York City, New York, were crowded and bustling, body heat providing an infinitismal relief from the biting cold. She welcomed the cruel breeze from the biting cold. She welcomed the cruel breeze that whipped hair into her eyes and caused mucus to seep from the corners of her nostrils. A daughter of Ares could never be conquered by mere weather patterns.

Despite her firm resolve, her naked hands fumbled at the apartment door for nearly a minute before she could open it. There was no relief in gaining entrance, as her heater was broken. Ice - the person and the object - had frozen it a while back, before the war had started and they'd first met, and it hadn't worked since.

She sat at her vanity and brushed at her hair until it gave her a static shock; then she turne din for the day and lay down on her bed. Sleep wouldn't come easily to her troubled mind, even tucked under a thick layer of blankets. She wondered what she was getting herself into for the first time. What kind of deal had she made, and with what kind of devil?