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Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

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He nods.

"What's Paris like?"

"Best city in the world", Gavroche says loyally.

A raised eyebrow.

"What's so great about it?"

Gavroche thinks, then shrugs.

"It's mine."

He nods resolutely.

"That's a good reason. I feel the same way about stuff that's mine too."

"Is Tokyo yours?"

He shrugs.

"Not really. No more than any other city, I guess."

"But you said it was home..."

"I've been to lots of cities, and it's where I'm living, but it's not home. Home is...somewhere else."

"Where?" Gavroche asks innocently.

"Asgard. The world of the gods."

Gavroche's eyes widen.

"Cool!"

He nods.

"I haven't been there for a while though. It'd cause trouble."

Gavroche frowns. "Why?"

"Because I'm not supposed to do that for a while. Go home. It's all right, though. I have everyone I like where I live anyway."

"Oh. Well, that's good at least."

He nods.

"want some cake again?"

"Yes please!"

He looks over and asks a rat for some cake from the kitchens, which is delivered a moment later for both Loki and Gavroche. He sips on his tea and passes a small glass of milk to the other boy.

"That good?"

Gavroche nods enthusiastically, with his mouth full.

"Swallow or it'll fall out."

Gavroche laughs. He does remember to swallow his cake first, though.

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