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[ota] sittin' in the morning sun

The best thing about hammocks, really, was how they allowed one to stretch out in the warm morning sun. And it tended to minimize the sway one felt on a ship at sea coming from the waves. All in all quite comfortable really, particularly for someone with a rather feline nature. The hammock he'd had brought specially on board was a bit of a joke along with being comfortable. No point in having something that only accomplished one task, anyway.

Around him, the ship is waking up...though really it never entirely goes to sleep. There's too many of them from too many different places and too many different dispositions. Night owls and early birds alike. (Loki considers himself a little of both, hence the nap out in the sunshine)

One might wonder how one cruise ship could fit so many but it was really better not to ask. This many gods and creatures just tended to...warp space around them a bit. Hence the room for as many staterooms as necessary. And the climbing wall. And the running track. And the spa. And the several restaurants complete with stages. And the coffee shop. And the pool. And the large room used whenever one pantheon or other decided to get formal and hold a council. And the ballroom. And the quite literal ball room. And the games room. And the casino. And it went on from there. Anything worth wanting might be found here.

From the outside, the ship might appear to be a normal cruise ship, though one that never seemed to properly dock anywhere. Depending on the time of day, how many of a particular pantheon were on board, and possibly the phases of the moon (no one was quite certain), the name painted on the rear of the ship seemed to change. Sometimes the Olympia, sometimes the Yggdrasil, sometimes the Mandjet, and so forth. Anyone who got close enough might notice something seemed strange about the people on board. Too many different styles of dress, too many that didn't look quite...human (the rather large dog with three heads might have had something to do with that). But most people didn't get that close, unless specifically allowed.

No one was entirely certain whose idea it first was for there to be a ship, anyway. But it was useful enough for getting out of the eye of mortals and their various desires. Useful that it stayed so far out to sea so often in case of spontaneous explosion due to various rivalries (that had only happened once). Most seemed to figure it had appeared out of thin air from the collective thoughts of those who used it. Seemed as good a theory as any.

Which brings us back to Loki, who didn't particularly care what people thought about the ship's origin. Only that his nap in the warm morning sun not get disturbed before, oh, about noon or so.

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Olympia was such a trite name, really. But she had to give him points for not calling it the Argo, at least.

"Do you ever worry that someone's going to think you're dead and give you a nice, traditional Viking funeral?" She asks, leaning over the bow of Loki's...hammock. No, it wasn't noon. Of course it wasn't.

It could be the Argo, if it felt so inclined. It got more creative when it ventured into the territory of other pantheons.

Maybe if he keeps his eyes clothes, she'll go away. Except she's blocking his sun. Dammit. "They could try," he says without opening his eyes. "But this longboat doesn't float so very well."

She and the boat were going to have to have another conversation about originality. Obviously the right answer here was Khaos. Or George. She'd always liked the name George.

"I'm sure that someone on this boat could make it happen." She sounds thoughtful. That's never a good sign. "If nothing else, one would think that we could float you about half an inch above the water, and the bam." Not that he can see, but she's making an exploding sort of motion with her hands.

At least the ship hasn't named itself Naglfar. That might raise some eyebrows. Or cause Loki to suddenly find himself on the pointy end of a spear. Again.

"I shall make sure everyone knows I want you to organize my funeral should I die, Thalia." He opens one eye to look at her, "but seeing as that hasn't happened yet, do you think you could hold off on the fireworks?"

Well, it's not like he's not used to it. It'd be good practice for when he ends up on the pointy end of a spear - on purpose.

"You're a prince," she says, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "But nonetheless, for an event like that, don't we need some kind of dry run? Practice makes perfect, says every single one of my more tiresome older sisters."

"You can use an effigy of me. Much more cost effective." He scoots over just a little on the hammock. "And really, you don't have to hover. Two can fit."

See how polite he can be? The most gentlemanly, really.

Just for that she won't bounce into the hammock with a level of force designed to send them both tumbling to the deck floor. It's almost ladylike. Almost.

"So I should ask Hermes for one, right?" she asks as she crosses her legs at the ankles. "He's got to have a nice collection of Loki voodoo dolls by now, I figure."

Loki snorts and studies his fingernails, "if he does, they don't work. Besides, I thought he just kept them around because he misses me when I'm away. He's got separation anxiety, you know."

It's probably just as well he didn't hear that or he'd have something to say about it.

Thalia shoots Loki an uncharacteristically bland look, raising an eyebrow. "Really," she says. "Separation anxiety."

"Oh yeah," he nods lazily as he folds his hands behind his head, "like you wouldn't believe. Should've seen how clingy he got after I went to visit Tahiti for a year or two."

He tilts his head a little to look sidelong at her, "don't tell me you never noticed?"

"Oh, but he's a sucker for a tan," Thalia says, rolling her eyes a little as she looked over at the rail and watched a ladybug crawl across it.

She returns the sidelong glance after an overlong pause spent watching the bug. "Don't tell me you never noticed, Loki?"

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He'd taken advantage of the overlong pause to close his eyes again and pretend he was napping. Gives him the excuse to huff out a breath when she talks again and crack his eyes open.

"Never noticed what?"

"That he likes a tan, silly man." She pokes him in the arm. "Really, and people say I have the attention span of a gnat on a triple espresso laced with speed."

"Well," he says with a grin slowly curving on his lips, "he does tan quite well himself. Are you saying I should have kidnapped him to Tahiti for a while?"

He sits up, setting the hammock to rocking, "maybe I should go do that right now."

"It's an option you didn't consider." Possibly because Hermes would have fought tooth and nail to do anything - anything possibly including stabbing himself in the eye with a pencil - to avoid what normal deities called vacations.

"You know he's going to maim you, darling." She just lifts her legs up in the air instead of getting up. "He's like one of those mortals permanently attached to their Blackberries."

"Oh, I'd find some way to keep him entertained, you don't give me enough credit, my dear."

He pats one of her legs in a somewhat possibly brotherly fashion. "But you do have a point."

"Forewarned is forearmed." And a mock salute is just right for the moment as she flops her legs back down and sets the hammock to drunken careening. It's more fun that way.

"Send us a postcard or something, will you?" She tips her head back to look at him. "Someone will probably stop me from crashing the ship into an iceberg."

They weren't all that common in these parts, but if anyone could find one, it'd be Thalia.

He raises an eyebrow even as he actually slides out of the hammock which really only increases the careening, you're welcome Thalia.

"Who said you'd get to drive the ship?"

"Who said I'd ask?"

Because, really. You never got anything that way, especially when you were the eighth of nine.

"I'd ask what's stopping you now, but I feel like I know the answer to that already."

But really, he's laughing, so he's apparently not too worried. The ship was possibly tougher than one measly little iceberg.

"Then I don't have to explain. Superfantastic." She grins at him and folds her hands behind her head. A pair of Ray-Bans appears, as if by magic, to perch on her nose. "Good luck with my big brother, doll."

Hermes was not a napper. It might have been because he was, and always had been, full of so much energy that just sitting still was difficult. One only had to ask his mother about that one to know just how much of a pain that was.

"Sleeping is for the dead, you know." Hermes chimed in as he peered down at Loki curiously. It was, he thought, slightly tempting to flip the hammock without saying anything. But he would, at least, try to mind himself.

Try.

"You and Thalia," he mutters, "trying to kill me."

But at least with Hermes, it's probably better to stop the pretense of napping and instead stretch and sit up. Which also allows him to pat the hammock beside him in invitation.

"Have something better to do in mind?"

"I am fairly certain anything is better than wasting the day away." He said in a sort wistful manner, his eyes looking upward before darting back down again. "But nothing in particular has come to mind, no. Alas, I have come bearing no gifts."

There was, though, a near reluctance to sit even though he did sit. Sitting and then laying back, Hermes tried to not feel so much like a fish out of water.

"All you need is a gentle wave to rock us to sleep, now." He said, though there was a hitch in his voice that betrayed the discomfort he felt. Along side the sudden wiggling of his foot.

Loki laughs and nudges him with an elbow. "Fine, fine. Stop looking at me like a puppy that really really wants me to grab the leash and take him for walkies."

Though that just prompts a considering look. "Then again, you'd look adorable in a leash."

"You have a strange fetish- leashes. Though, I conceded I would look adorable. I happen to look good in anything. Or out of anything- depending on your point of view."

He was, at least, not jumping up too quickly.

"But don't mind me. I don't need to rush you around, or some such. We can sit. I'm...." Well, he shrugged a little. It was the effort that counted right?

"Aw, Hermes. You're so good to me. However can I repay you?"

Yes, Hermes, you're getting a smooch on the forehead. Though the way his hand is wandering is far less PG.

One semi-entertaining game was always to see how many passersby he could scandalize in the space of a few minutes.

"I'm not really sure that counts as repaying me, you know." He said, though a smile was barely masked as he watched an older couple pass. He made no effort to stop Loki's wondering hand, and the elderly woman's eyes seemed to go a little wide the moment she realized what was going on.

"You're going to give these poor people a heart attack you know."

"Now you and I both know that I'm barely getting started," the lascivious wink he gives the woman is probably laying it on a bit thick but who really cared? "Besides, it's nothing they haven't seen before. We aren't even naked."

Pause.

"Yet."

"You know, I could just say no." He said, though he did shift enough to slip an arm under Loki's neck and around his shoulders. "And then where would you be? Tsk...you've not even bought me a drink."

He smirked after a moment, leaning back. "Well, I was thinking. The whole world economy is slowly rebuilding- perhaps it is about time find some ancient, mythical...cursed sword that I'm not suppose to own."

He could say no, but whyever would he want to? "I haven't, have I? How terribly rude of me."

But he's apparently gotten Hermes to relax a little, so that's a little victory there itself. "I suppose you don't mean it in a so we can smash the economy back into the Dark Ages with it sense." Because that would just make so much more work for the Greek and he'd pout about it. "Well, there is a sword named Tyrfing that may suit your fancy."

"I would prefer that we left the world economy in one piece, least I lose every inch of power I have gained over the years." He'd rather hate for that to happen, in all honesty. But surely he didn't need to state that.

"Might it?" He asked, turning his head to look at Loki curiously. "Is it guarded by a dragon? You norse like dragons don't you?"

"Well, it was cursed and you probably shouldn't use it. No dragons though. Just hidden. And don't you Greeks have dragons enough of your own? Among other various creatures that defy imagination."

He grins slightly over at Hermes. "I mean the Hydra? How crazy is that?"

Crazy but kind of awesome maybe.

"Dragons aren't really our thing, you know." Hermes said dryly, trying hard to think if he'd ever seen one even knew Greece. "Three headed dogs, plenty of those. Half man, half animal of the day? Sure. Dragons? Mm. No." He tapped his fingers over his chest thoughtfully, though, considering his options.

"The Hydra's just sort of a pain, you know. One of Hera's pets, which should be clue enough on the level of bitchiness likely to come your way if you mess it it. But never mind that, why can't I use it? What sort of curse?"

Loki shrugs, extra-casual, "something about killing a man whenever its drawn from its scabbard. Wouldn't suggest doing that unless you're around somebody you want killed."

"So, basically what you're saying is that I can't draw the blade when you're around?" Hermes asked, an amused smile on his lips. "Where is the fun in that?" Ah well, maybe something else. Thor's hammer was always fun to try.

"There isn't anyone else you want to kill?" Really, Hermes wasn't the murdering type. Even Loki wasn't. Well. Not precisely. Not without reason.

No one said it had to be a reason that made sense to anyone but him.

"We could make it a Quest, I suppose. To find the perfect mystical weapon just for you."

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