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[trickster_loki]

Ever since gaining his freedom -- and the less said about that, the better --, Loki had made a point to avoid his old stomping grounds. Though there really was something to be said about inciting Romans to go cause a ruckus on the old home place...and he had to hardly expend any extra effort on that count, himself

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Was it already a thousand years ago since Greece had been at its glorious height? Since supplicants had massed in his temples and disciples had moaned his name in the dark, since his name had been whispered on the wind beneath the night sky? Where did the time go? Had it been so long?

Had it been only a thousand years? It felt like tens of thousands. Millions. It felt like forever.

Somewhere near Rome's northern borders, Eros landed in the forest. It was getting more difficult to, well, maintain, but he did. Of course he did. He was fine. He just...needed a few minutes out here. To get his breath back. That was all. Then he'd return to his discipline.

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What was that?

He'd chosen this time to ride out with a legion on their way to the front though...well...he had no plans of going all the way with them lest any of his once-brethren take notice. That would completely ruin the game, now wouldn't it?

But then he'd felt...

...someone, anyway. Not the Aesir. Something worth investigating, though, so Loki peels off from the soldiers with a comment that they should continue on without him. It doesn't take too very long of riding through the trees toward that feeling before he comes upon Eros.

Of course, Eros might be more likely to see a Roman centurion riding toward him than, well, a Norse god in Roman armor.

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Eros straightens in surprise at the sound of hoofbeats. A Roman patrol? He hadn't realized he'd remained visible. And it's too late to mask himself entirely from sight, but perhaps he can turn the Roman aside. He pulls himself together and reaches out to calm the suspicion from the centurion's mind.

Which is strangely impervious to being calmed. Perhaps he's more tired than he'd believed.

"Centurion," he greets the man, calm and cold. He has no desire at all to speak at length with any Roman carrying with him this new Christian god. There's a trace of divine resonant suggestion in his voice - Ride on, Roman - as he continues, "Your legion outpaces you."

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Loki reined his horse in and looked Eros up and down critically. The idea that the other god looked so...not himself...was intriguing.

The idea that he obviously hadn't recognized who he was faced with and was trying to influence his mind was even more interesting. "So it does. You have the look of a man who wouldn't care to have a legionnaire's attention." Yes, this is Loki keeping up the pretense of suspicious centurion.

"Explain yourself."

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Eros looked around with interest as the world changed around him. Loki had been right, they weren't far from where they'd been. This was on the edges of Rome's territory, far beyond the borders of Greece, and it felt foreign enough to Eros that there was no question of being offered hospitality in his own lands.

"Very nice," he commented, turning to examine the villa. It was beautiful, a different kind of aesthetic than Greece. "You've done well for yourself. In your adopted country."

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"Oh, I manage that wherever I go," Loki said airily as he led Eros into the villa. The height of luxury? Well, Loki did like his creature comforts...

"A bath first, I should think."

And no, he's not really giving Eros much of an option.

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Eros turned to raise his brows at Loki over his shoulder. "Well, if you insist, who am I to refuse?"

That had potential. He was feeling better already.

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"I really, really do."

And he sends off a waiting servant to prepare the bath for them.

By the time they get there...there will be a steaming pool of water waiting for them.