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happy birthday, old man
Mar. 10th, 2023 07:23 pm"Is this what people do?"
She's asking Loki, because while she thinks he would at least claim not to be good at any of this, she knows for a fact he's significantly better than she is. Still, she had wanted to try, and now they're standing in the dining room of the townhouse, staring at the people she'd hired as they set out the dinner they'd made, five courses, three settings, and an extremely uncomfortable goddess at the centre of it all.
A year ago, she'd found Bucky, rather sadly and pathetically, buying himself a single cupcake to celebrate his birthday. She hadn't made a big deal out of remembering, but Sylvie's memory is long and rather iron clad, so here they are, a year later, with Sylvie having not the slightest idea if what she's trying to plan is at all what Bucky might want.
Loki is better at this. She should have let him take complete control and then forced him to let her take some credit for it. Whatever gift he's come up with, she's planning on taking some credit for that, and maybe she'll allow him some credit for the dinner in return.
She hadn't stolen anything, hadn't conjured any of it, and while the money she'd used to pay for the catering hadn't exactly been come by honestly, at least she had paid. She's wearing dark clothes, simple, elegant, jeans and a blouse, the silver dagger necklace Bucky had bought for her laying against the material of her shirt.
Loki, as usual, looks beautiful and she elbows him, then nods at the dinner table.
"Well?" she asks. "Is it right?"
Bucky would be here any moment, after all.
She's asking Loki, because while she thinks he would at least claim not to be good at any of this, she knows for a fact he's significantly better than she is. Still, she had wanted to try, and now they're standing in the dining room of the townhouse, staring at the people she'd hired as they set out the dinner they'd made, five courses, three settings, and an extremely uncomfortable goddess at the centre of it all.
A year ago, she'd found Bucky, rather sadly and pathetically, buying himself a single cupcake to celebrate his birthday. She hadn't made a big deal out of remembering, but Sylvie's memory is long and rather iron clad, so here they are, a year later, with Sylvie having not the slightest idea if what she's trying to plan is at all what Bucky might want.
Loki is better at this. She should have let him take complete control and then forced him to let her take some credit for it. Whatever gift he's come up with, she's planning on taking some credit for that, and maybe she'll allow him some credit for the dinner in return.
She hadn't stolen anything, hadn't conjured any of it, and while the money she'd used to pay for the catering hadn't exactly been come by honestly, at least she had paid. She's wearing dark clothes, simple, elegant, jeans and a blouse, the silver dagger necklace Bucky had bought for her laying against the material of her shirt.
Loki, as usual, looks beautiful and she elbows him, then nods at the dinner table.
"Well?" she asks. "Is it right?"
Bucky would be here any moment, after all.
