He slipped off his chair and straightened his suit. Loki tossed back the rest of his wine, and slammed the goblet on his table. “I thought perhaps your desire to run around another sector of ALICE would outweigh any petty desires to ruin my night out,” Odin said, shrugging lightly. “You seem awfully dressed up and ready to go when I could simply say ‘no’ and you’d be stuck at home for New Year’s.” What did, however, was the old man who apparently wanted his company for the night. He couldn’t picture Baldr or Thor coming up with something that fashionable, so perhaps they asked someone else for help. He licked the edge of his teeth, drinking in the sight of a well pressed black suit that looked like something out of his own closet more than Odin’s. And while I would very much like to attend the festivities, dragging you against your will would only result in a ruined evening for all parties, whereas if you accept my invitation, we may both have a lovely evening.” The old man dared half a laugh, “I do not trust him to watch you. He smiled softly and leaned forward, long hair slipping over his shoulder in grey waves. “Because while I trust Baldr to defend and run Yggdrasil in my absence,” Odin said. Loki swirled the wine in his cup, spilling a few drops over the side and onto the floor in thick splats. “Bored as always, then.” The master of said security facility exhaled slowly before catching Loki off guard with a simple question: “Would you care to join me in Takamagahara this evening? For the first time in ages, they’ll be performing a New Year’s Dance and I would rather like to see Susanoo’s interpretation of the traditional performance.” The eye of the security camera whirled Yggdrasil always watched. Planning new ways to rip Yggdrasil down from every foundation the second I have true freedom, plotting your demise to achieve said freedom, and imagining the future death of all ALICE. “Getting drunk on New Year’s Eve in my supervised quarters. “Oh, you know me,” Loki said, tugging on the frill of his dress sleeve and not so intentionally showing off the perfect tailor cut of his sleeves. “How are you fairing this evening, Loki?” Loki listened to the creak of his old mechanical parts whine as he shifted his weight sturdy but old. They decided I needed a new look for Christmas and chose presents accordingly,” Odin said, patting down the scarf subconsciously. How adorable that you’ve started accessorizing!” Odin managed to look unimpressed, despite how well everything matched his eyepatch. Lounging on his fainting couch, he smirked tilting his head to the side to knock his bangs out of the way for a better look. “Is that a new suit, I see?” Loki asked, narrowed eyes glancing over the top of his wine glass.
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