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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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[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."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"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."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"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."