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Well. There's no such thing as a "sorcerer" where I come from. Sorry if I'm slow on the uptake.

[She's not ready to make the leap to Frost Giant yet, anyway. Especially given that someone else already claimed that title.

For now, she'll just assume he was named after that Loki.]

Anyway, I don't make assumptions based on people's names. My boss is named "Artemis" and I promise you she's no goddess of the hunt.

[To say nothing of the fact that people make a lot of assumptions about Fatima, based on her name.]

Get used to being surprised if you're going to hold onto your world's convictions.

[ Frost Giant is right on the money but it's a subject she'd be better off avoiding if she valued her life. ]

Yes, well I do actually come from Asgard. [ People naming their children after 'gods' is somewhat amusing to him all the same, however. ]

Asgard.

[They're getting into territory that her brain just isn't comfortable with yet.]

Well, I come from LA. And the only convictions that I brought over from my world is that nothing is what it seems.

The Realm Eternal at the top of Yggdrasil.

[ If she shows discomfort he hasn't noticed yet. ]

It never is. There are worlds even I can't fathom and that's half the fun.

Well, I guess you should try mine on for size.

[She tucks the dress away in her bag before wrapping her hand around the pendant hanging from her necklace. And she squeezes. She squeezes so hard that blood begins to ooze out from between her fingertips.

Unfortunately, for better or for worse, the multiverse's newfound freedom to show off has taken a hold of Fatima. She loves it. She loves it with all of her heart, with every opportunity.

And this one is no different.

After she lets go of the pendant, both of her hands suddenly burst into flame. The fire burns and the light flickers along the expand of her skin, but her skin doesn't crack and peel. If anything, it looks the same as before, if not a little more radiant.]

[ At first he isn't certain exactly what she means to do with her pendant and then he spots the blood on her hand. She's reckless, using blood magic so openly. He doesn't bother to comment on the implications of what she does but rather takes a step back once the flame of her power manifests.

He dislikes being burned, or hurt in general, so his actions aren't rooted in fear. ]

Do you have to use your blood to tap into your power?

Not all of them.

[She weaves her hands around each other, twisting her wrists like a bellydancer, careful not to touch anything in the shop.

It sure would kill their welcome, if she burned down the place.

After a moment, she curls her fingers into fists and the fire dies out, leaving only the lingering scent of smoke.]

But that one.

[ Those very specific hand motions remind him of someone else, someone who has just as volatile a power and he has to wonder if the two of them have met just yet. However, it isn't his place to speak loosely of Wanda's power. ]

At least you have control on your side. [ Yes, please don't burn the building down, thank you. ] I didn't realize we were showing off now instead of shopping.

Oh, I'm always good for showing off.

[She tosses her hair over her shoulder with a smile, before turning back to the shelves.]

So you're a sorcerer. Were you born with it? Or was there some kind of training involved?

I learned from another accomplished sorcerer. [ He doesn't mention Frigga if only because Fatima doesn't deserve to know about her yet. ] But I've always had power inherent to myself, as with the rest of my family.

[ On both sides at that; Frost Giant and Asgardian. ]

However I've had centuries to master what I have at my disposal unlike someone from LA. [ Not that he knows where LA is but he can guess from her lack of understanding. ]

[Fatima's only the most powerful dhampir in LA. Probably in North America. The thought curls her lips as she picks up a bottle of nutrients and examines it curiously.]

Family thing, huh?

Not as different from someone from LA as you might think.

[She's only the most powerful dhampir because her mother is dead.]

Different in practice and capability, I imagine.

[ If only he knew what a dhampir was, and what they were capable of. ]

But no, I'm not so egotistical I think all the power in the universe rests with Asgard.

Definitely practice.

[She's not so sure about capability yet. And even if she were, Fatima will do whatever it takes to be viewed as an equal by anyone she meets. It's her way.]

Here, take a look at this. I think it might be handy.

[She tosses him the bottle of nutrient solution.]

Have you always wanted to be a sorcerer?

We should probably stock up on these. We can figure out how to replicate the solution later.

[ As for wanting to be a sorcerer? No, he hasn't always wanted that. It was just something he latched onto from Frigga who knew he needed something he could specialize in that was different from Thor. He wanted to be a warrior but he didn't have the temperament for it. He was too cunning, too exacting, and too skilled at talking his way out of battle to properly be considered one.

Some do battle, others do tricks. ]

Yes. [ He lies smoothly and without any tells. ] I find research for it to be more satisfying than training day in and day out. What about yourself? Were you born with your power?

Yeah. Sort of. I had a little choice in what fields of Thaumaturgy I wanted to study but...it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that I'd become what I am.

[A dhampir princess. A queen, really. Leader and warrior. The only part of her pre-determined destiny she hasn't given into is the idea of becoming a mother as well.

It's just...not for her. Not now, anyway.

She grabs a few more bottles, putting them into a nearby basket to carry.]

You don't sound so excited about it.

[ Calling her powers a 'foregone conclusion' sounds like her bloodline shoved those traits on her. If she wasn't initially interested he can understand the annoyance. ]

I think 'destiny' is bullshit.

[She shrugs.]

It's something people force on you, not gods or fate.

Maybe, but you can choose to thrive under it or fight it until your very last breath.

[ Destiny is a grand, inescapable design in his opinion but he doesn't let onto as much. There are just some factors one can't control no matter how much they try. ]

[Fatima laughs softly.]

The more you get to know me, Mister Loki, the more I think you'll realize that if I'm anything, I'm a fighter.

You'll have to prove that.

[ He snorts, dropping a few more things into the cart she has. ]

I've known some powerful women in my time.

Maybe.

But how may dhampir have you known?

[It feels so weird. Just out and...saying it. Like that. Like it's no big deal. As ordinary as being a Virgo or a size four.

But that's the multiverse. None of the ordinary rules apply.]

. . .None, as I am unaware of what a dhampir is.

[ Or so he thinks. His realms often calls beings of power by different names than all the other Nine Realms and the galaxy combined. Different races develop their own concepts, as it were. ]

Me.

[And she turns back to the shelves, feeling a tad bit smug.

Going hand-in-hand with the rules being gone is a certain satisfaction in knowing that she gets to define who and what she is. No one will ever tell her that she's accursed. A sign of Gehenna. Or any of that other bullshit.]

We should get some sunflower seeds.

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