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[Loki notices that in addition to that, Greg also has a black eye.

Well. That sure is a thing. For the moment, he politely pretends to not notice. He doesn't want to lose out on his chance to get to be around horses for a bit.]

...why don't I stop for a coffee. Would you care for one?

Dear God. Yes, thank you.

[Gregor ran out after the hangover and hasn't been to the store since. The prospect actually seems to cheer him a little.]

[Oh good. He was right. That is the way mortals do things. He smiles.]

I shall await you at the stables, then. With coffee.

[He takes his time with the walking and the coffee getting, since Gregor had been looking a bit rough. Well, maybe the boredom is getting to him, too, Loki thinks. He'll hopefully get a better sense of the man throughout the conversation, even if that's not the real point of this exercise.

Two cups of coffee in hand, he arrives.]

[Gregor is there, sitting rather slumped on a bench. Shaved. Also, poking at the bruise around his eye as if trying to see if it still hurts. He stops the instant he sees Loki.]

Hey.

Perhaps you mortals go about it differently, but in my experience, that shan't make it heal any faster.

[Loki offers Gregor the cup.]

[He glances up, then gives an ironic grimace and accepts the cup.]

Birthdays.

Funny idea of a present.

I might've deserved it. [He takes a swallow of coffee, wincing slightly at the heat.]

[Loki's eyebrows go up, an invitation to explain without demanding.]

Nobody who wasn't there believes me, but I was actually too drunk and fell down. [It wasn't how he got the black eye, but it was the truth. He takes another swallow of coffee.] Take that how you will.

Oh, onto a doorknob too, no doubt.

[Yes, that is sarcasm.

Loki shrugs one shoulder.]

I've been on the receiving end of enough such bruises. Best think of a better story.

[Gregor shrugs.] There were witnesses, but I won't press you. [He pushes to his feet and motions toward one stall.] Since you're going to be helping out here, I figured you'd get in on the vote. We have two new geldings that need names.

[He opens one stall belonging to a docile grey gelding.]

I thought I'd let the new hands choose a name, but people are a bit shy about suggestions.

[Loki's face immediately lights with a smile upon seeing the horse. He produces an apple and offers it to the animal.]

You're quite the handsome fellow, aren't you.

[Relieved of the apple by the animal, Loki takes a better look at him, moving with confidence. After a moment he laughs quietly.]

You could call him Frakki. He seems quite brave.

Frakki? [Gregor looks from the horse back to Loki.] What does that mean?

Unafraid.

Though if you wish to be literal, Varghöss. [He grins, running a hand over the horse's neck.] Gray like the wolf.

[Gregor spends a moment deciding whether or not Loki's the type to name a creature something obscene in another language. He doesn't recognize the language, but he's nearly a thousand years removed from most people here. Either way, the fellow seems to be genuinely happy around the horse--Gregor thinks he can read people well enough to be assured of that--so maybe he's not interested in juvenile jokes.]

Frakki would be easier to pronounce.

I suppose it would.

'tis from an old language. I imagine no one speaks it any longer.

Languages don't usually die so much as evolve. Technically, I speak Russian and French, but it's so far removed from anything someone from Russia or France knows that they probably couldn't understand me. [He pulls a sugar cube from a pocket and feeds it to the horse, who tongues it up without hesitation.] Individual words sometimes survive.

Edited Date: 2012-09-26 06:01 pm (UTC)