sirenspull_logs | The storm is nothing to fear ....

Who: Claire and Loki (Open to HoA peeps)
When: Whenever Claire Moves into the HoA
Where: HoA
Summary: Claire moves in and Loki is excite that she is safe in the little ant farm.
Warnings: EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF CUTE.... no really, nothing.

It wasn't that he trusted Crowley not to take revenge- he didn't trust anyone except his brother- but he knew that when the demon did decide the time was right, vengeance would come down against Magneto himself. But that was a story and a line of thought for another day.

Now, he was simply Keeping Watch- or at least his version of it, a dozen or so magpies around the HoA, scanning with black, unblinking eyes as he tried to teach Thora to breathe fire in the common room. If Deadpool got to kill any intruders, then Loki thought it fair enough for him to use any unfortunate foes for hellhound training.

And now that Claire was here, he supposed that Deadpool would have less Keeping Watch and more Keeping Claire from Going After Sylar or Doing Anything Likewise As Foolish. A well invested venture, he was sure.

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After Sylar had cut open her head the first time, she had had Sandra to help her through it. Here, despite the close friends she had made and Peter being here, she didn't have that. She couldn't bring herself to talk with anybody about it, not in depth, anyway.

Keeping Mr. Muggles in her arms, hair pulled back into a messy bun, Claire made her way towards the common room. She didn't want to be stuck moping around in her new room. Keeping to herself wouldn't be a problem, and she intended to think more on how she would take down Sylar.

"Loki." She raised an eyebrow, surprised, but it wasn't unpleasant. "Hey."

"Hey," He kept Thora tucked under one arm as he rose, the hellhound wanting to go sniff at the other dog. All that was noticeable of the hellhound was the pink collar and hammer shaped dog tag, seemingly floating in midair as he stood. "Settling in okay?"

Loki wasn't great at this sort of thing, concern, sympathy. They were foreign, but he was trying because he felt them for Claire in this situation, "You're safe here, you know. More than safe. This is likely the safest place on the island." And of that he was confident.

Claire nodded at his question. Mr. Muggles struggled to leave her arms to check out the invisible animal, which - seeing how Claire had some experience with invisible animals - was not going to happen.

"I know." She flashed him a small smile. It was a nice change, being able to find some sort of connection and companionship with real friends here. It felt like years since she'd last had a real friend to rely on.

"I think this house is the only place I think could handle the kind of bad luck that follows me."

"Bad luck doesn't follow you," He huffed. "Sylar isn't your fault. The things he does are his own choices." And that he fixated on Claire, well, that just showed he had good taste.

"But yes, I imagine every resident here- and possibly the house itself- could stand against him on their own- ah perhaps save Youko. But she has sense enough to run and not incite," Loki had no idea the two were already acquainted. It was one of those times his more narrow perception on Youko showed.

"And there's a pool! They even got the mead stains out of the grout," Loki grinned at that. He hadn't helped with that part at all.

"Youko is here?" She seemed too sweet for Sylar to mess with, thankfully. Then again, if she had a power that appealed to him, it wouldn't matter how sweet she was; Sylar wasn't discriminatory in whose head he sliced open.

Her smile widened into a grin at that. Oh, she remembered that day- and Pickles drinking an entire bath tub of it. Being eternally sober wasn't all that bad, really. "Two months later, huh? Took them long enough."

"You know Youko?" No little surprise in that and he realizes that he must start keeping more rapt attention on his humans, just in case they wandered off to get into trouble without him knowing it.

"I suppose it was a bit sooner than that, but apparently mead has the tendency to stain," He grinned. "How long are you here for?" He did hope it was permanent.

"Yeah. We're friends." She adjusted Mr. Muggles in her arms, holding him closer to her chest.

"Not too long. Probably a week or two." Helen was the next stop, and then ... well, she wasn't sure about after that. Peter was the next logical one (the first, actually, but he hadn't been around the first time), and possibly the more permanent of her 'couch hopping'. "I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"No such thing as overstaying your welcome," Loki replied, putting down Thora and commanding her silently to stay as he crossed his arms. "You must stay here. Deadpool is teaching you to fight, yes? Is it not more convenient to be under the same roof? "

He thrusts out a lower lip, "Beisdes, it's safe here. And no one would turn you out."

Claire shook her head. "I'm not saying it's not convenient, because it is, but it's not just about that. It's...complicated."

Not everyone can tolerate Deadpool, y'know.

He'll have to tell you about the time he tricked Deadpool into thinking Loki was his father. Good times.

"I fail to see the complication. This place is safe, there is plenty of room now," He's not touching that one, he's fairly certain everyone knows about the mass exodus out of here post Magneto's demon destruction session. "Ah- and excellent company."

She shook her head, leaning against the arm rest of a chair, keeping Mr. Muggles in her arms. "Very excellent company."

She hesitated, glancing down for a brief moment. She looked back up with a grin. "Would you accept an 'it's not you, it's me'?"

"What is an 'it's not you, it's me?'" He asked, canting his head to one side. The phrase was not familiar to him. "Well, I suppose I can understand if you prefer to wander or be on your own. Living in a house full of people is often a bit- ah- stressful."

Claire hoped he wouldn't have to become familiar with it.

"Just what it says- it's not anything you've done, it's all me."

The storm is nothing to fear ....

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