Mockingbird | Loki

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[ It has become almost something of a ritual: once every few weeks, Loki will seemingly randomly end up on Bobbi's couch, and they will spend a morning, or evening, eating expensive ice cream and watching cartoons. It is one such time, an early Saturday enjoying brain numbing animation, when Loki suddenly sits up from his ungainly sprawl on the end of the couch. He lifts his head like a pointer getting a scent. ]

Mockingbird.

[ He had been calling her Bobbi just to annoy her with the fact he knew her real name, but now it is her codename, quick and sharp. ]

Get your uniform on.

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[...she's quiet for a moment, staring at him--and then she huffs, rolling her eyes.

But she does turn the key and step on the gas.]

Fine--but we're going to have a talk over said crepes.

[you're not Off The Hook, god of mischief.]

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...do we have to?

[ Omg Bobbi what are you his mom ]

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[she flicks him a smirk at that, more amused than anything.]

Whine, whine, whine. You dragged me halfway across the globe without a word as to why, and, for reasons that elude me, I went along with it.

I think you owe me some answers.

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[ Most exasperated sigh. ]

Fine.

[ His life is hard. ]

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[so hard...her smirk becomes more of a smile at that, as she clearly bites back laughter, and just shakes her head, turning her attention back to the road.

It's only a few minutes longer before she's pulling to a spot on the side of the road, jerking her head towards a small, clearly family-owned business.]

Here. This is one of the best crepes places I know of. [she spent some time in france, of course.

SHIELD agents and their agentness.]

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[ Loki perks up as they stop. Food. Food food food.

He is a growing god, after all! He hops out of the car, stretching leisurely. ]

We shall see how good your judgement is.

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[she just quirks a brow at him and nods.

And then pushes open the door, greeting the server in well practiced French and slides into a seat, waving Loki into the one across from her.]

Food first, and then interrogations. I'm not a complete monster.

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You are really too kind.

[ Loki flops in the seat, flipping through the menu quickly and then ordering an obscene amount of crepes in cheerful French. ]

With lots of creme, please.

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[...she just tilts her head, making her own order before arching an eyebrow at him.]

So do you know French, or was that an All-Speak thing?

[she knows from Thor vaguely what it all is, but somehow wouldn't put it past Loki to learn French anyway--]

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If it was All-Speak, you would have still heard English.

[ Loki scoops up his coffee, blowing on the top of the liquid before taking a sip. ]

I was initially resurrected as a Parisian twelve-year-old, so I know French pretty well.

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[...huh. Interesting. Backstory from Loki, and it even sounds pretty plausible.

So she nods, propping her chin on her hand and awarding his honesty with a smile.]

Seems fair. At least you can order the best crepes in the city properly.

[yeah she took on that comment about her judgement being put to the test.]

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Supposed best crepes. You are talking to a local, you know.

[ His grin implies he has not forgotten his challenge, either. ]

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So I now know.

I stand by my claim, though.

[and then the server is back plus crepes, so Mockingbird just settles back to eat, lips curving into a smile.]

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Here comes the test.

[ Well, Loki certainly is not shy about eating them, so that can certainly be said for her taste. ]

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[uh huh...

She just shakes her head before tucking into her own crepes.

Hey, if she had to end up in France, she might as well make the most of it. Mmmm, French food.]

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[ Loki soon sits back, patting his stomach now that his giant's appetite is sated. He sighs in pure contentment. ]

...all right. I admit it. I think you win.

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[She just chuckles at that, looking amused and popping her last bite into her mouth--]

I'm surprised you admitted it.

[mmm that's good. She just slumps in her chair a bit, nodding and arching an eyebrow at him.]

All right, so now you've got a choice. I can either ask highly invasive questions to get the answers I want out of you, or you can just explain it to me.

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[ ...damn it. He was half-hoping he was off the hook, but he knew better. ]

That was Mia Fabron. She is seven years old. Currently attends primary school here and does very well in her ballet classes.

[ Pause. Loki begins sliding his spoon through the leftover syrup. ]

She is also my youngest child.

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[never off the hook, loki, sorry, not sorry.

But an eyebrow arches at that, but she nods once slowly, as if everything is connecting now.]

Aha. Yeah, that explains a bit of everything.

[now she can try to probe deeper, but he told her that of his own accord and she feels like she should probably respect that--so she's going to tease him instead. The revelation is something she's going to have to go over more in her brain on her own time but...it's not the weirdest thing she's ever been told.]

Was that so hard? Five seconds of explanation and I would've been even more gung-ho about beating up those guys.

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Hey! In my defense, I was stressed.

[ Which is quite true, in fact. This blatant honesty thing is getting kind of weird and he has only been at it the past two minutes. ]

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[...and she snorts, lifting a hand to pay for their crepes.]

Right, I forgot that telling the truth is traumatic for you.

[she knows he means his daughter, but she's really giving him an out.

it's okay, loki, you don't have to talk about your feels.]

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Luckily, crepes have an all-soothing power even in the face of such a travesty as the Prince of Lies being honest.

[ Part of him wants to talk about his feels, because he never, ever gets to talk about his kids. It is a liability for anyone to even know they exist.

Yet there is also the problem of being allergic to the truth. ]

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Is that so...

[is that an invitation to ask more? She's not sure--gods of mischief and lies are tricky to read. but well, you never know until you ask, and if he ditches her in paris, she's never getting him any ice cream again.]

So--kids. Any others I should know about? It must get exhausting keeping tabs on them like this.

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[ There is a brief moment of hesitation as Loki struggles with himself, trying to decide what he is going to say.

But in the end, Bobbi is a hero. Who better to risk talking to about his kids than that? ]

... I have six mortal children living, at the moment.

[ The fact that his mortal children had such short lifespan compared to his was a point of grief, but then again, it was not as if he did not know they had chances after their bodily death. ]

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[She's a superhero indeed--and she's already calculating. Six kids, six people to keep track of, gotta make sure they're safe, clearly they're all over the world, but maybe if Twitchy does a search--

Keeping people safe is her job, after all.]

Gotcha. Well, that's good to know. Between the two of us, maybe you'll be less of a mess and it won't be cut quite so close next time something happens.

[There's always a next time--and she notes that "at the moment", but it's hard to really think of a good way to bring that up, so.

After all, they're all human. She is too. The gods are the weird ones.]