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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:46 am
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Tony was in in the living room, playing a hand of poker with Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy. Looking over when he sensed his mate near, he froze. Where he’d expected Loki to be was a large cat, Fenrir in his mouth, and Jor and Sleepnir trailing behind in their human forms. His friends looked on curiosly as well. Tony took a moment to process, shook his head and tried to turn back to his game. He was quickly coming to accept that living with Loki meant that he’d be dealing with weird things like this. Glancing back as Loki began to lick at Fenrir’s fur, he arched a brow. “We do have a tub for that babe.” He pointed out lightly, but said nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 6:55 pm
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Everyone let Loki and Fenrir sleep for a while, leaving them alone and not being too noisy. Sometime later the room erupted with noise. Tony’s friend had left, but he was now sitting on another sofa, Hela on one side, Sleepnir on the other, and Fenrir, who’d managed to wiggle away from Loki without waking him, in his lap. Jor hovered behind the couch, arms crossed and caught between trying to look disinterested and watching everything raptly. Tony had a tablet in his hands that was projecting up a hologram. He was manipulating it to look like the others, the program recording every sound they made and playing it back at a slightly higher pitch, but mimicking their facial movements perfectly. Loki’s children responded with crosses of amusement and amazement, and occasional disgust, the back and forth growing louder and louder.
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