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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is, inexplicably, sitting at the bar, playing with a cocktail umbrella.

He looks quite a bit better than he has these past few days.

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"Sounds like it'll be a nice little patch for you to tend, and I'm sure that Ostara will show her appreciation."

He nuzzles Gil's neck, smothering him in kisses.

"They're fine. Yamino and Echo just... enjoying their time together, Loki... as bright as always," he says fondly. "Did you see the ring he made for me?"

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"Who's Ostara?" Gil asks, tilting his head with a sigh. He doesn't care really, he just wants to stay and be 'Davided' for a little while.

"I'm glad that Yamino and Echo are so happy and no you haven't shown me your ring. Which reminds me, we found something in Sooty's world that might amuse you and Loki but Sooty will give that to you both sometime. God to God, so to speak."

He can't resist just a tiny kiss and nibbles the tendon in David's neck before adding. "Show me then. Let's see?"

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"Call yourself a wizard, Gil," he says with a smile. "Ostara's the goddess of Spring and rebirth."

He arches his neck with a grin and a small laugh as he disengages just enough to show Gil the pearlescent ring with the inlaid firestone.

"Made it from my feather."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that is pretty," Gil says admiringly. "And much less fragile than a feather."

He runs his hand up David's back to his shoulders, thinking wistfully of those marvellous black feathered wings and is rather glad that David's psychic powers are so selective.

"Gods are so clever," he says. "Don't you wish you could - I don't know. Give something back? I know I do. But mortals can't really. I mean, what does a God want with a cup of nicely brewed coffee when they can conjure something far better on their own. It's very frustrating."

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"You make damned good coffee, Gil. And I'm sure Loki appreciates your cooking skills."

He nuzzles into Gil's neck. "And... you do give something back. Your little patch? One of Them will appreciate that."

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"Ostara," Gil says thoughtfully. "Oh Easter! We did different names in Comparative Religion at school. Yes, her. She might like the primroses but I don't think Loki has ever eaten my cooking."

The thought of the Trickster God still makes Gil's blood run cold - because that is one name he remembers from classes. That 'his' Loki, the evil murderer of kind Balder who started Ragnarok just to see if it could be done, is from a different continuum from the Loki beloved of David, who hurt Sooty so bitterly, isn't immediately apparent. A god is a god is a god.

It is only because this is David that Gil adds, "But he'll be able to at my room warming. I'm going to make something nice."

He hugs David one last time. "Us working boys had better get along." He nibbles his neck again - just because it's there. "Have a nice evening."