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[ikols]

Good day to you, Midgardian! I'm told you know where is best to purchase breakfast meats of the highest calibre, being a child of the old ways. So, my fine Viking fellow, where ought the Norse God of Mischief park his derrière this morning?

I'm thinking bacon.

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[flightsuit]

Right. God of Mischief is just checking in for a meal suggestion? Very believable.

[ikols]

You don't have to believe me! I don't expect you to, it sounds terribly far-fetched. Additionally, you're one of the only people around here who might have enough knowledge of my former exploits to really put me in the ground if I don't meet your expectations, but I heard you were a Viking and, well. Nostalgia.

Diners? Bars? Cafes? Help your pantheon out, friend.

[flightsuit]

What, is Asgardian food suddenly below standards? And either way, if you know Vikings well enough, you'd know that we don't have the best food experiences. If it's not another cooked fish with stale bread, I could pretty much recommend anything to you.

[ikols]

Asgardian fare usually ranks little more imaginatively than a roasted haunch of miscellaneous meat dripping fat over a fire. I like mortal cuisine, there are so many options ...

You haven't tried anything adventurous recently, that's what you're telling me?

[flightsuit]

[He's still so skeptical as he listens to him but finally:]

... An ammo reeking cheeseburger is pretty good. I found my way into a diner once and that's what I got.

[ikols]

I'm taking you out, little Viking. Do you enjoy partaking of assorted breakfast meats?

[flightsuit]

Taking me out? I don't need to be taken out. How many assorted meats do you even need for breakfast?

[ikols]

I'm an Asgardian, and a growing god besides, ancient and young. I require a great deal of bacon-draped pancakes.

[flightsuit]

Well, it's always good to know that a god needs a nice healthy diet like the rest of us.

[STILL WEIRD, BRUH.]

So, what, is the almighty God of Mischief gonna take me out on a date then?

[ikols]

I can do a date. [ mildly, ] In exchange for your payment of the meal, certainly.

[ not that he's saying for how long until he bails or how much he'll eat or whether he'll actually pay attention to hic at all, but. he'll be there at a specific time and place, yes. what do you mean, wordplay? ]

Your name is Hiccup, correct?

[flightsuit]

That's me. And you're Loki, right?

[Although a squint of the eyes shows he's not really buying into it at all. There is nothing godlike about anything that is happening here at all.]

Is this what you do? Find random unsuspecting strangers and lure them into nabbing you a meal?

[ikols]

[ he'll put on his magical bootsies for you, hiccup. literally magic. ]

I can't answer that entirely in the negative. So! Name the place.

[flightsuit]

[Oh gods, why is he even bothering with this imposter?]

Doc's Diner, I think it was. This tiny little place hidden on the side of a hill, not too far from where I am.

[ikols]

See you there, fair patron of delicious dishes!

[ and he will be there, true to form, in a green hoodie and jeans where he's already ordered inside. waiting for hiccup. catching sight of the viking, loki gestures to the opposite side of the booth. ]

Morning. Hungry?

[flightsuit]

[He's hesitant, but eventually he decides to just go through with it. If this guy is some sort of mugger or something, Toothless can snag him before he can get away. Unfortunately, the giant Night Fury isn't allowed indoors, especially into such a tightly spaced diner, leaving Hiccup to have to tell him he can roam the hills until he's back. It's responded with a dragonesque glare and a pebble tossed at his head as soon as he turns his back, but he knows Toothless can handle it.

Stepping inside, he sighs before slipping in the booth.]

I guess I could eat. [Might as well.] You're really into the whole food thing, huh?

[ikols]

[ that dragon looks cleverish, even through the glass. hum. ]

You should see my brother at his meals. I remember when we had barrels of mead brought to the table for him in our youth.

[ munch, munch, munch, more drizzly syrup on his pancakes. that snippet about thor is just for you, hic. ]

[flightsuit]

Oh, really? And which brother is that?

[Time to test if this guy is really who he says he is.]

[ikols]

[ he sees what ur doin there, vikcup. ]

Thor. I was adopted into that dear old grand family, don't you know.

[ still majorly thrilled as you can tell thor is really the only good part. ]

[flightsuit]

[Chuckling, because sir, that is outrageous.]

No offense, but I think Thor would be the last person to end up as your brother. Technically, some people say you might be his uncle, but that's more of a loose term.

[ikols]

[ it hits a bit too close to home, even if he swallows his mouthful and washes it down without pausing. ]

You do realise we're part of a multiverse, don't you? That all possibilities can and do happen, and somewhere out there the Thor I know has just tossed Mjolnir at your head.

[ SHRUGS. tinkletinkle go his utensils as he cuts his pancakes. ]

I'd duck, just in case.

[flightsuit]

[He can't really completely tossed that idea out as a possibility, but there's still doubt as he simply watches him, not eating anything himself.]

Alright, fine, maybe it's a possibility. [Plus, if anyone can believe the Vikings can be wrong about some things, it's him.] But how do you expect me to believe you are who you say you are? You know I'm a Viking, and to us, you're supposed to be a pretty big deal. You don't just sit in a diner with people to eat pancakes.

[ikols]

Ugh. You're very demanding, I don't usually put out on first dates.

[ BUT HE DOES SORTA because there's a whisper of emerald magic that ripples over him, and then the gleaming golden horns are in place, scalemail hugs his body and the dark fur-collared coat is in place. there's a glow of green in his gaze too as he chins the hand holding an empty fork, tonguing bacon from a tooth. ]

Happy now?

[flightsuit]

[Insert a long, lingering stare from a very bewildered Viking who just kind of gawks at the scene.]

You're ... oh. Oh. [With a hand scratching at his ear, he flails his other a bit nervously, talking more to himself.] Sure, yeah, this is normal. On a date with Loki. Loki. Eating pancakes. No big deal. Nope, perfectly ordinary day. As normal as riding dragons, right?

[ikols]

[ YEAHHHHH PANIC NOW, BITCH. ]

I'm not going to eat you. [ pausing. ] Not unless you ask nicely. Wherever did you get that dragon from, by the way? It more resembles an overgrown cat.