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The residents of MHA would probably either notice or hear a bit of a ruckus down in the lobby today. That was because Loki had taken it upon himself to start decorating the lobby for the upcoming holidays. He wasn't particularly fond of turkey (too dry) or eggnog (unless it was laced with something) but he did like decorating.

Just a little bit.

Shut up.

Of course, he wasn't the best at decorating. In fact, he really fucking sucked at it. There was a strand of lights looped around his neck like a necklace, some twinkling, some burnt out.

"Fucking lights," he grumbled. "One fucking bulb blows and the whole entire thing is ruined."

There was a turkey (not a real one) hanging on one wall, stapled to said wall with heavy staples. There was garland taped to the desk with duct tape. There was wreaths gracing the walls (some missing some of their needles) and there was a candle burning, giving off the scent of Christmas cookies.

"Work you fucking pieces of shit!" Loki nearly yelled. The lights didn't respond. In the background, Christmas droned on.

[MHA is open! Rent a room, talk to Loki, boggle at the decorations! Look, if I can't escape holiday decorations, I'm going to go overboard!]

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"Thank you," Daisy smile again, "but, trust me, I couldn't have been anything other than a cop. It's all I've ever wanted to do. And, besides, as a life coach, isn't that all I'll be doing? Trying to tell people how to fix their own problems?"

"I'd say more advising them on the best course of action," he said after a moment spent thinking about it. "I'm not really up on job descriptions though. This job was sort of fucking handed to me with a smile and a nice kick in the ass."

God hadn't kicked him. Metatron had wanted to. Still.

"I've known a few cops before. One gave me a fucking ticket for loitering. I think I skipped town before paying it. Probably a warrant out for me...wherever the fuck that was. Don't use that against me, now."

"You don't seem to be doing too badly, though," Daisy observed. "Not many jobs involve dancing to Christmas music with a cop. And I've still got a few minutes until I'm on duty; you're fine as long as we keep all that out of the station and out of the island."

She might keep an eye on that loitering, though, lest it become a habit.

"That's probably a point in the good column," he admitted. "The dancing with a cop. Not something I expected to do."

Pause.

"Ever. You're really big on separation. Just an observation, not a judgment, by the way. The different names and the threat of your very own boot in my ass if I mixed them up."

"I'm used to having to keep them separate," Daisy admitted quietly, her fingers picking a little at the bow on Loki's shoulder. "I don't think I'll ever stop boggling over the fact that my coworkers ask me about my day when I come into the station."

"Makes you almost two, people, doesn't it?" he asked, glancing down at his shoulder and then at her. "If you were anyone else, doing any other job, I'd probably wonder why. I haven't been a cop, I will never be a cop but I can imagine why keeping those things separate might be a little helpful. Or, at least, a little less of a burden on you."

He hadn't kept his personal and professional live separate for so long that even wondering if he could anymore was met by a quick, resounding squishing of that idea.

"Maybe it's this fucking island," he said quietly. "It's a little weird, if you haven't noticed. The people are a little different. Maybe it's got some magic sauce that it sprinkles on you when you cross its city limits."

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"I think I might have notice that," Daisy said with a little bit of a laugh. "First thing I encountered here was not so much a splash of anything, just a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police way south of his jurisdiction. A bit odd, sure, but I'd hardly jump tot the conclusion that they're the harbingers of an unusually friendly populous."

There was a slight pause.

"Although, on second thought, you know how those Canadians are..."

"Doesn't sound so different from my first taste of the population," he said. "Several students who probably come up to my knee, one teacher with a hamster, and and Biff who really has no designation or label. He's just Biff."

He shrugged, tapped his fingers against her waist just to make sure they weren't asleep or something.

"And you've talked to me a few times, know how I am," he continued, "and I was just that way to all those people and they hung around. I'm not the most pleasant guy so being tolerated by people is kind of fucking weird for me."

"Oh, I know Biff!" Daisy said, with a laugh, because she had to agree with Loki's description. "And I think you're just fine as long as you're not bragging," she regretted to use the word, as she wouldn't want to think about anyone bragging about the sorts of things she imagined one would do with one, "about your flaming sword."

"I wasn't trying to brag," he laughed, shaking his head. "I really did have one. It came with the job, handed straight down from the Boss. I didn't mean it to sound like I was bragging or boasting or anything like that."

Maybe he had been but he'd keep insisting he hadn't been.

"It's one of those things that some people take in stride and some people...don't."

"While other people," Daisy commented, "will just file a watch report on you for it. And speaking of which, I really probably should get on that whole getting to work thing."

"Right, that pesky job," he said and smiled. "It won't be the first report filed on me, that's for sure. Since you're about to slip into that other person, I'll just say that the flaming sword is really small in the grand scheme of things, I'll tell you the whole story whenever you ask, you should come talk to me more often, thanks for the dance, and you really do have nice shoes."

"Bless. First time I think I've ever heard a guy admit right out that his sword was small." Daisy really couldn't help topping that one off with a wink as she disentangled herself a little. "It was a lovely dance, they're surprisingly comfortable, and good luck finding that bulb."

"Ah ha," he said, stepping back and laughing. "Good one. It's not but again, not bragging. Though really, you're not going to believe that now that I've stuck my fucking foot in mouth trying to be a smartass. Don't work too hard. Enjoy filing your reports."

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