And I still suck at cut text.

[hiddles]

WHO: Loki, Death
WHERE: Ambiguous European mountain tower.
WHEN: Sometime during the timeswitch.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Chatting!
FORMAT: Paragraph?

Loki took care to insure that nothing took him by surprise. So it was not such a shock to receive a letter from Death. Not the Death Loki knew, the Death of Hela's pact and bony hand. But it mattered not what one called it or how it appeared— Death was, and that was enough. Loki had responded to the letter as politeness would dictate. Details like when and where were trivial, and Loki left those up to chance. But he signed his name in runes, for that was the closest paper could come to holding it.

At this moment, Loki is sitting in a small, cold room, preoccupying himself with books.

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Death knows that this Loki will not be the Loki she's familiar with, but is more interested in discovering the similarities between the two, rather than the ways in which they differ. She allows a small measure of time to pass between receiving a letter in return and paying a visit, knowing that it won't seem like much of a wait for either of them, and dresses well for the occasion, though not formally.

Out of politeness, she doesn't appear across the threshold of the room he's currently in, and raps the back of her hand against the door.

wow my notifs suck

[hiddles]

Politeness and small courtesies were both things Loki favored. He knew they were no substitute for true kindness; he knew that better than anyone, possibly. But having been raised long ago in mud huts by a people with sharp teeth and undeveloped vocabularies, Loki could safely say he much preferred politeness.

Indoors, by his own hearth, Loki did not wear his headdress nor wrap himself in furs. He goes to answer the door, knowing of course who is behind it. There are greetings on his lips.