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Mm, party is one way to put it.

[But he's not going to dwell on the why of any of this right now. He can barely handle the what. Which is partly why coming to the Grandmaster sounded like such a good idea. Who needs to think about anything when you can just get someone to give you orders?]

Go on. Tell me. What do you want?

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To save that kind of talk for when you're sober or we're both equally wasted, honestly.

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[Loki's brow furrows like he genuinely doesn't understand.]

What? No. Not talking. [A muzzy blink, then a lazy grin.] 'nless you want me to use the Silvertongue? I can do that.

[He can barely stand but that's beside the point.]

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[ The Grandmaster weighs that sober or not, he wouldn't object to passing time with Loki, and given the body language he's got maybe a few minutes before he drops anyway.

This is safe. ]

Can you?

[ He guides him in and shuts the door. ]

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[Loki hums cheerfully, leaning into the Grandmaster and allowing himself to be directed inside.]

'course I can. It's what I'm known for. [Sniff.] Among other things.

[He sways as his mind slows down for a moment, then he's beaming again.]

So? Bed? Or should I just get on my knees?

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[ He gives him a few minutes before he drops, so ]

Bed, of course.

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[Loki giggles.]

Fun. You know, I haven't slept with anyone else? It's like, you have to see them in the cafeteria the next day and if it's weird or bad you can't leave the planet even, or I guess in your case have them killed?

[He giggles again.]

I guess I must be very good, huh? I knew it.

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[ That gives him a little pause. ]

No one? I expected you had found someone else already.

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Nope. And I probably won't, now. [His expression darkens ever so slightly.] Not here.

[He frowns and moves on to tugging clumsily at the Grandmaster's clothes.] Don't want to talk about that.

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Me neither, really. Would be fun, but I'd rather not throw a party at all if nobody wants to be there.

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Party?

[He's clearly not listening, and clearly can't figure out how the Grandmaster's clothes work, which is fine because they've barely made it a few steps inside anyway. Loki huffs, closing his eyes against a wave of dizziness and clinging onto the Grandmaster a little tighter to try and keep his balance.]

Need to sit. [And no, he isn't able to figure that out on his own.]