The Roof, Saturday Morning

[abitlowkey]

It seemed that being a model that one time wasn't what made Loki not have any eyebrows. It was simply being in a female form. One that, no matter how many spells he tried, was not changing back to how he should be.

Not that it would stop him from trying. So, with a pile of books, he went to the roof to continue in the open air.

Or to make high pitched noises of frustration. But those weren't that far off from how he normally sounded. So...

[[Open like a roof]]

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[godofxbox]

Alex was a man boy girl teacup god on a mission, which was why after throwing his clothes on (they still pretty much fit, except they were kind of straining at the, uh, chest), he stalked off to find Loki. The radio said he was on the roof a lot, didn't it? So he was headed there.

"What did you do?"

[abitlowkey]

Ugh, he did not have time for Phobos.

"An evil spell of evilness," Loki assured him. Because he would clearly turn himself into a girl in it.

[godofxbox]

"Well, turn it back!" Alex demanded.

He didn't know how Loki's evil, evil mind worked. Maybe that was part of the plan.

[abitlowkey]

UGH.

"I am trying!" Loki shrieked, well, like a girl.

[godofxbox]

"I don't believe you! Try harder!" Alex...also shrieked. Because those two statements made any sense at all together.

He realized they didn't make any sense at all together a second later and said, "I mean...I don't need your help!"

[abitlowkey]

"I am certain you can manage it with your vast arcane knowledge," Loki replied drly. "Oh, did you not possess such things? Shock!"

[godofxbox]

"I don't need your stupid magic," Alex said with all the surety of someone who sprung from the house of war that took the 'smash it until it works' mentality.

...wait.

"Where are your eyebrows?" Alex asked. He might have sounded kind of...delighted.

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

The last time Butters...no, no, Marjorine woke up like this, there was a super fun and super glamorous photo shoot on the roof, so it didn't take long for him...no, no, her...to shower up, dress up all pretty, and flounce up the stairs and outside.

To a rooftop with absolutely no indication of sexy photographers and life-defying heels.

"Oh," said Butters, his shoulders sagging with disappointment, "hamburgers."

[abitlowkey]

Loki squinted at the girl...thing for a moment. "Were you not here on another weekend?"

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Y-yeah," said Butters with a big, disappointed sigh, and he shook his hair, liking the feeling of the long pigtails of real hair wagging back and forth. "And there was this really great photoshoot up here and we were all American's Next Top Models, and I was kinda hopin', since I woke up like this again, that there would be another one, but there isn't. Unless, you don't think they're doin' it somewhere else? Like the docks or the junkyard or maybe in the sewers or something, do you? I sure hope not; that would be real icky."

[abitlowkey]

Oh, the staring you have earned, Butters. The staring.

"You could always try looking there," he suggested brightly. Because he was, as they say, a dick. "I am certain that it would be most fierce to be in a sewer."

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Butters said, sounding both doubtful and still extremely heartbroken. "It's still pretty icky. You haven't seen any of the other models, have you? Why aren't you with 'em? Did you get kicked off?"

And a horrible thought struck him and he gasped, hand flitting over his heart against his soft breasts. "What if I got kicked off?"

[abitlowkey]

"Yes. I was, unjustly cut before my time," Loki replied. "It was fixed from the start."

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

Butters' eyes went wide and round like saucers. And then shifted slightly as that hand over his soft breasts pushed a little bit against one, then the other.

"Squishy," he said, with a tone of fascination and intrigue, and then he shook his head and got back into where he had been.

"Fixed? Really? Who's gonna win, do you think?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

So it appeared that there was rather a lot of shrieking going on today. Wesley, on the other hand, having been at Fandom for quite some time now, had actually rather wondered when this sort of thing would happen. Which was why when he reached the roof, he was not freaking out. And he even recognized (http://fandomhighdorms.livejournal.com/2175271.html) the eyebrowless girl making a racket of herself.

"Loki," he said, to make sure. "Everything all right?"

Yes, Wesley thought he was funny.

[abitlowkey]

Loki would push you off the ledge, Wesley. Just so you know.

"I loathe this place."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"It does seem rather unfortunate that the island took your eyebrows," Wesley said, possibly enjoying this a tad too much. "Aren't you able to, ah...?" He waved a hand vaguely to suggest 'fix it with Trickster magic?'

[abitlowkey]

"My lack of eyebrows is perfectly reasonable for a Frost Giant!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"...is it now?" WESLEY WAS CURIOUS.

[abitlowkey]

Since they lacked hair most of the time in general... yes.

"It is!"

[godofxbox]

"Hi, Wesley," Alex said, sounding resigned. Yes, of course he could tell you were Wesley. He was a god. Goddess?

More importantly, Wesley, what were you doing talking to the trickster? Don't do that, it's dangerous.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"...Alex?" Wesley checked. He'd gotten a glimpse at his roommate during his tantrum rummaging this morning, but had been rather distracted, as one might expect.

[godofxbox]

"Yep," Alex confirmed. "It's me." He had had perfectly good reasons for breaking that Chia Pet into a thousand pieces, okay? Perfectly good ones.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to guess," Wesley said cautiously, "that you were not entirely pleased with Loki's gift."

Check this guy out. Not Head Boy for nothing.

[godofxbox]

Alex folded his arms across his now-more-bountiful chest and grumped, "It wasn't funny. He would joke about that." He shot a glare at Loki's eyebrows-free self.