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[doeswhathewants]

[It's a sleep rumpled Loki, sitting up in bed, the NV floating in front of his face.]

One would think that by literally kicking the sandman in his sack- by 'the sandman' I mean Nightmare and by 'his sack' I mean his newly forged magic crown- that I would be granted a reprieve from terrible dreams and given only the good kind involving magic and all of the shaken milk I could drink.

Terrance, when next you speak to your father, do inform him of the wonderful Midgardian invention called a dance belt. With his penchant for tight, sparkly jumpsuits, it was rather like a hitchhiker's thumb, and a second navel.

Loki out!

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[doeswhathewants]

Have you ever fought a man wearing spandex that was not -er... properly strapped down? I would imagine so. Not pretty, is it? Do you know Daimon? Son of Satan, allergic to shirts?

[And he's just going to magic it into the DVD player because he's lazy and it is fun, then he gently wraps an arm around her.]

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee giggles.]

X-M-m-men. And L-l-l-logan.

[Come on. Logan in spandex.]

N-n-n-no.

[doeswhathewants]

Oh. Oh. Jubilee. I needed not that mental image of my second favorite X-man. [Because gross.]

[thelittlestbub]

[SMIRK. Just because she's injured doesn't mean she can't be a jerk.]

S-s-second fave?

[Of course, she's the first, right? RIGHT?!]

[doeswhathewants]

Why, you are my favorite, of course. [His tone is teasing, but he is entirely serious.]

We are not counting Magneto, as an X-man either.