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THE MUMMY (1999) // accepting // @thatslayer sent — "Ugh, Natchios. I'm really not in the mood for you."

That goes down her throat like a tiny glass bead, gone in a blink. It would seem time doesn't heal all wounds. Not that it ever had.

She understands.

"Good. Then we won't be wasting time." Her weight shifts with an intake of breath and she feels the tension in her chest fracture, air moving through the cracks. "I need something. A location tracer on a person of interest." The request hangs for a moment, then she continues. As if this is straightforward. "And lab analyses on a sample I brought back."

It’s a little too late for back up, but she will probably need help figuring out exactly the whys and whos behind this attack on her. And if she doesn’t ask for it, well, she’s pretty sure she will never hear the end of it. Mystic Falls might have bred bad habits in her, but let it not be said that Bonnie Bennett doesn’t learn and do better.

But maybe winding up at Faith’s front door with blood on the shirt under her jacket was not the smartest idea. Bonnie raises her hands before the Slayer can say anything. “It’s not mine.” She tilts her head with a slight wince. “Well, mostly not mine.”

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Managing schedules to find a time to get together was in more casual settings difficult enough, but when it came to try to set up a date to meet up with a Prince Regent? Yeah, that was a lot trickier. Not that this was a date, date, it was just a friendly get together. Among friends, nothing more, nothing less. It wasn’t anything special. 

However, that didn’t really stop Jedi from putting in the effort of trying to look nice. Because after all, she didn’t have to be a hunter that day, right? She didn’t have to blend in? So putting in an effort it was. Even the extent of her efforts were just a nice sweater, a skirt and heeled boots… but hey, at least this time around, she didn’t brush out her curls! That counted for something right? And she’d taken the effort to pin her hair back with the pin Loki used before. 

“Look at you.” Harry whistled when she came down into the store area. “I thought this was just a ‘get together’.”

“It is.” Jedi nodded, walking over to the counter. “But I got a point to prove.”

“Don’t think Loki calling you ‘blending in’ was a challenge.” he sniffed, picking up his coffee mug. “Got your gun with you? Permits?”

She patted her bag in response. “As always. It’ll be fine, Harry. It’s not like we’re going out on a hunt or anything.” Truth be told, she wasn’t really sure what they were going to be doing. She was banking on that horse ride they discussed on taking, but on the other hand, maybe a trip to New Asgard? Yeah, she didn’t really know. 

“‘Cause that worked out so well, last time.” Harry took a sip of his coffee. 

Jedi rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag.  “Don’t wait up for me.” she said, starting to go to the door. Yeah, she’d just wait outside for Loki. That’d be the better option. She stepped outside, closing the door of the store behind her, walking over to lean on the hood of her car. This was the better option for sure. 

Now, if her heart could just stop beating a mile a minute, then it’d be even better. It was just Loki she was meeting. It wasn’t like she was meeting the Quee- oh, right. Shit, Prince of Asgard… oops.

He's grateful, when he finally spots her in the crowd. Slips up behind and smooths his hands around her waist until he can wrap her in, bring her close. He smirks against her ear, "I've kept you waiting."

It had been nine days after Loki left Jedi’s place. Cold dark night, full moon, blah-blah, lots of atmosphere. He returned to The Dancing Jackalope just after sunset, not caring if there were customers, in a spectacular mood. Whatever happened between their last conversation and now must’ve been a doozy.

He walked up to the counter, leaning over it, beaming like christmas light. “Good evening, Jedi. Ask me how clever I am.“