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Generic Winter Gift Giving Holiday

Who: Marvel cast+invited guests and dates
What: CH5 Floor 5 hosts Generic Winter Gift Giving Holiday, in the spirit of cooperation, inclusiveness and good food.
When: December 25th
Where: Community House 5, Floor 5
Summary: Pepper and Tony held Thanksgiving, now it is Floor 5's collective turn to host the party for Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/whatever those crazy Midgarians celebrate anyway. Hopefully everyone will survive.
Rating: PG-13 because alcohol

[It seemed only fair that since Pepper and Tony had hosted the last holiday, that someone else host this time. And since they kind of had an entire floor, the inhabitants of Floor 5 had bravely and nobly taken the task upon themselves to create a party that they could all share.

The doors are propped open to try to give them enough space for mingling, with a Christmas tree set up in Clint's living room, presents laid out beneath it. And maybe he's been a bit enthusiastic with the decorating, because it's kind of weighted down with tinsel and baubles, but it's been more than twenty years since he last had a Christmas tree and people to spend it with. Everyone else has added their own personal touches too, with a menorah in the windowsill for Ben and Billy.

The place of honour on the couch is taken by Coulson, wrapped up in blankets and Clint has helpfully hung a sprig of mistletoe over his head with string because he is thoughtful like that.

The kitchen is laid out with food; there's the traditional turkey which they'd managed to prepare (Clint is rather proud of that), and a ham. Oddly for some perhaps, there's also a large fish in the middle of the table, the carp that Clint and Natasha have spent the last week keeping in a bathtub. There are, of course, assorted cakes and pies, vegetables in bowls. There's drinks too, mulled wine and hot cider and chocolate. There's also a plate of sugar cookies labelled 'Coercion Cookies'. Not to mention the food that Ben and Billy made which he doesn't know the names of but smells amazing anyway.

It's a somewhat chaotic affair; people arriving and leaving as they please, gifts given out whenever it seems appropriate and games played whenever there's a group big enough.]

[OOC: Feel free to have people drop by whenever they like, even early if they want to help prepare or discover large fish in the bathtub.]

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[Loki has seen this maiden a couple of times, mostly accompanied by Clint Barton. It would be most polite to ask this maiden the most important question one could ask during a celebration of Christmas.]

So you are Clint Barton's b.g.f., yes?

[She knows who he is, though they haven't officially met yet. Ben's defense of the young Asgardian spoke volumes however, so she doesn't immediately regard him with complete suspicion. Instead, it's more confusion as she blinks and tries to decipher what he means by that.]

A b.g.f.?

Best girlfriend forever.

It is a variation of the term b.f.f. Only for girlfriends.

[That only partially cleared things up, although she had to admit, out of all the things she expected to be talking about, this topic hadn't topped her list. Still, his casual explanation and expectant look had her lips twitching faintly in a subdued smile.]

Not... exactly.

I see. I see.

That is why I have given Clint Barton a book about dating for very dumb people. So he can learn how to date and ask maidens out.

[Natasha choked on a laugh, then didn't bother restraining it, because that was one of the best things she'd heard all night.]

You gave him a what?

Oh, that... that is just brilliant. That is quite possibly the most perfect present for him. It is very important information to have.

I am glad we agree on this matter. After all, a man like Clint Barton should not be terribly awkward with maidens, yes?

[He taps his chin.]

And I do not consider his arrows maidens.

The problem is that Clint Barton doesn't think himself terribly awkward with maidens.

[It takes an astonishing amount of willpower to subdue the tickle of laughter at the back of her throat.]

Nor should you. Nor should he. Wait, why would you?

Of course he isn't. It would not befit a male to be awkward around the female species. That is not manly at all.

And I know such things, I am a male as well, you see? And very studly.

Well, Clint Barton is most fond of his arrows. He should be more fond of women instead.

Her lips twitch, her green eyes bright with bemusement, but she nods anyway, agreeing mildly.] I do see, yes. You are clearly very knowledgeable on the matter.

He does have a questionable attachment to them, yes. And his bow as well. There was even a poll back home, other specialists were always trying to guess what he'd named her. Because apparently bows are a her. [Who knew?]

[Loki shakes his head and produces a tsk-tsk-tsk sound.]

This calls for some intervention.

[He leans a bit towards Natascha and strokes his chin.]

He should be asked on an actual date that is not his bow. Second of all, I approve of a survey regarding the name of his bow. That is an excellent idea.

It is such an excellent idea that it amazes me that I have not thought of it before.

I'm not sure he takes his bow on dates. Unless he counts his missions as such. Which I really hope not, because that says his sense of romance has dropped to new desperate levels.

[Her expression is contemplative as she leans forward a little to conspire with him, and she really shouldn't be doing this, but it's too hilarious not to. Also Clint would strangle her if he ever found out, but that made it almost worth it.]

Maybe for practice. Maybe he will give his bow...a pretty bow, you see?

[Pun very intended.]

Therefore my present is absolutely perfect for him. And we shall find a suitable damsel for him to woo.

An actual damsel, not a inanimate object.

The least he could do is find a better partner even on a practice date, though. I don't care what he says, his bow has to lack in decent conversational skills.

[This whole conversation has her wanting to sit down and just giggle. It's a pity his older self wasn't as amusing.]

Yes, I think he needs one of those. Do you have any suggestions?

[Loki snorts softly.]

Indeed. I am afraid such a relationship will never hit bulls eye.

[He looks at Natascha briefly.]

Has he ever tried to woo you?

[Natasha groans at that pun, but it's in good humor, amusement still in her gaze.] That was terrible, I hope you know. I can't even... Nope. I'm not getting into a sniper-pun battle with you. Try Clint for that, I'm sure he'd be thrilled to indulge you. Considering I've heard him throw too many around himself.

[His question earns a wry glance and an arched eyebrow.]

That's classified. [She even manages that with a completely straight face. Go her.]

Not at all. My wit has always been spot on.

[Loki raises a finger, grinning feintly because yes, he's got this.]

Snipun-battle, dear maiden.

[Her last reply awakens his curiosity.]

You are aware that an answer like that only will end up in me asking more questions, yes?

[She laughs and groans at that, burying her face in her hands a moment.] I've changed my mind. You and Clint shouldn't be allowed that much time together. I'm not sure who would be the worse influence on who.

[She grins at the curiosity that she's piqued, looking unrepentant at doing so] That doesn't make it any less classified, you know.

How could I forget how whimsical maidens can be.

[Loki laughs as well.]

I think Clint Barton and I could be great, great friends. We could exchange wit and engage in an interesting amount of mischief.

[He leans closer and pats Natascha's arm.]

But I do owe you my gratitude for the tip.

[Loki watches her intently.]

Of course I know. Yet, I fail to understand why such information is classified. After all, great love should never be classified. Unless you are a tragic couple like Romeo and Juliet.

It's our prerogative. [Natasha is fairly certain that no one has ever called her whimsical before. She isn't quite sure how to take that in itself, but she doesn't think he means offense by it. The conversation is actually startlingly like one she'd expect to have with Thor. It made her wonder things about their Loki, what was different and what might be the same.]

That's exactly why its a terrible idea. I suspect you two already get up to enough mischief on your own, without combining that effort. [Her gaze drops to where he pats her arm in bemusement at the gesture.] You're welcome. I think.

[And then he gives her an opening like that and well... no, she's enjoying this conversation too much to let that pass. She lets something flicker in her gaze like he's caught her out, ducking her head.] Well, yes, it is rather tragic. I suppose... well, it's meant to be a secret, you see.

But fair maiden, you are most wrong about that. After all, there can never be too much mischief. The world would be utterly dull without.

[Loki grins broadly after he has emphasized how important mischief is to the world.

Oh, oh, Loki understands this and yes, he notices the change in her eyes.]

I see, but yet, I do not see, you see?

A tragic tale of love should never be kept a secret, unless Clint Barton and you are a modern equivalent of Romeo and Juliet. But I think that is not the case.

[Loki gestures with his hand in an overly dramatic way.]

You were passionately in love with one another, craving eachother's presence at lonely times. But yet, an unnamed tragic event took place and the burning fire of love and desire ceased to exist. Et cetera, et cetera.

Oh yes there can. Not that I have anything against mischief, there just needs to be a good balance of it. [Her smile is rueful at his bright grin, her expression amused.] But considering who I'm having this conversation with, we may have to agree to disagree.

[His dramatic gesture almost makes her smile, but she let's her gaze twitch to the side, and that's when she catches sight of Coulson. Under the mistletoe. Which Clint had purposefully and quite obviously rigged up for him. And her Handler's comment about revenge still so fresh in her memory.

...Sometimes her partner just made this all too easy.]

I'm not sure 'ceased to exist' is quite the right way of phrasing it. [Her answer is careful, the words chosen deliberately as she flicks another glance at Coulson and then back at young Loki.] I think it's more that it... transferred. On Romeo's part.

I am glad you realize that, after all you cannot disagree on mischief with the god of mischief. I think that would be a form of blasphemy.

[He keeps grinning, actually not really taking his role as a deity very seriously.]

And...

[He stops talking because its obvious that her gaze is drifting off to another thing that is happening. Apparently Phil Coulson got himself stuck under some mistletoe...]

He found someone new while you are still longing for his neverending love?

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I am laughing so hard over this thread, what is this even

it's pure crack, that's what

On the train to crackville it is

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