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Flick was staying away from his bouncy castle. He hadn't slept in there yet and he wasn't planning on starting anytime soon. He'd go back to the dorms or he'd find a couch somewhere or he'd sleep on the ground.

But, dislike of sleeping arrangements aside, Flick didn't mind the campsite. He'd never been camping as a kid unless hiding out in a closet with Jude counted. Flick knew it didn't. His family wasn't one for rustic family vacations and he was guessing he'd missed out on some right of passage. Oh well. He'd grown up just fine.

Yeah, that was a joke.

It was too warm to build a fire but Flick was sitting against one of the logs anyway. With the sun going down, it was cooler than it had been, at least. It was comfortable and Flick had his eyes closed. During class today, they'd talked about seeking out silence and Flick was glad that it wasn't silent here.

He'd thought of Lucas earlier today and couldn't get the boy's ashen face out of his head. The silence would have made it worse. At least with the noise, he could get distracted momentarily and stop thinking about Lucas.

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"Good evening, Flick!" Well, look at that. Loki was being all kinds of social this week.

Also? He had s'mores fixings. For they were traditional when forced to sleep in bouncy castles.

"Someone's a happy camper." Literally. Flick pushed his thoughts away and glanced up at Loki. "Been having fun?"

That would make one of them! Flick was a joy.

Well, he picked the wrong place for that. Then again, no one told him about the roof of emo...

Loki really ought to rectify that.

"I come bearing sugared foods." Which was a sort of fun.

Flick glanced down at what Loki was carrying and laughed briefly. Should have known someone would get the s'mores going. That was another thing he'd never gotten to do as a kid.

"You just have those laying around or did you go out and buy them specifically because you knew we'd be camping?"

"Camping comes with it's own cuisine," Loki informed him seriously. "A time honored tradition of cavity causing treats and vicious assault of mosquito upon your person."

"And here I thought I was missing out by not camping when I was a kid," he said dryly. He still felt he had but he wasn't going to let on about that.

"But, the food and the bugs are probably the most normal thing about this place's idea of camping," he said, gesturing to the bouncy castles. "I don't even know what to make of this."

"It was like this the last time," Loki assured him. "And it does not last long."

A beat.

"And it is better than sleeping on a rock."

"You sure?" At least the rock wouldn't move when he did. But, there were pointy edges so maybe Loki was right.

Maybe.

"That mean you and your roommates are getting along? Telling stories and cuddling up at night to keep warm?"

"Ah, I would not go so far as to say that."

"Not a cuddler?" Flick wasn't surprised.

"Ares-son and I have a most tempestuous relationship." Loki. Loki, rethink your phrasing.

Yeah, that was some interesting phrasing there, Loki.

"Tempestuous?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. He was going to wonder about this now, Loki. "Sounds like it might be a tense situation for you there, buddy."

"Oh yes. He blames me for the death of his father," Loki replied like that was perfectly normal. "But I was not yet myself at the time, so his logic is flawed."

Yeah, that raised eyebrow? It stayed right where it was. He knew about death and blaming someone else for it. If it'd been him, he probably would have tried to kill Loki.

"Blames you for the death of his father," he repeated, letting that process. "Sounds like a great foundation for a relationship. Because it can only get better from there, right?"

Well, there had been attempts...

"He is a good helper when my brother is a corgi," Loki admitted, opening a bag of marshmallows.

"How'd you manage to get him to even help you what with the dead dad hanging over your head?" Flick asked curiously.

"Oh, I did not cause his death. It was my elder self." A beat. "And it is not as though his father will remain dead. I do not understand his annoyance. Gods rarely meet their true end."

This place. Sometimes, Flick had trouble wrapping his head around the peculiarities that seemed to be everywhere. And just when he thought he'd gotten it, Loki came out with something like that.

"Well, it sounds like you and he are a perfect match," Flick said, voice going dry again. "I bet that would be some aggressive cuddling if either of you ever got the urge. Lots of knees and elbows."

He was a giver like that, Flick! A giver!

"A knife to my throat," Loki added sweetly.

"A part of me thinks it wouldn't be the first time someone's held a knife at your throat either," Flick retorted with a snicker.

"It would be a lie to say it is." And Loki abhorred lies. Really.

"You must be a lucky guy since your neck seems to be lacking scarring that would indicate someone actually went through with the threat. How d'you manage that?"

It was magic, wasn't it?

"A clever mind and a habit of sleeping lightly."

"Sounds useful. I'd use brute strength and stamina," Flick shared. "And it seems to have worked. My neck's undamaged."

The rest of him? Yeah, not so much.

"I'd almost wanna test your clever mind and sleeping habits by giving it a try but I think the school might frown on a test like that."

"Especially should it destroy one of the castles," Loki replied solemnly. "The beloved castles."

"Oh no! Not the castles!" Flick actually laughed at that one and it felt like a long time since he'd done that genuinely. Huh. "But, I think they'd just move you guys into another castle. So, instead of four there'd be eight. Cuddling would happen no matter what."

Loki was not so much a touchy feely person, so that was a horrible thought.

"...then it is for the best we do not injure the castles."

"Probably not," Flick agreed with a nod. Too bad. "Unless we injured all the castles and then -- "

Well, then he'd probably get kicked out and his father would be pissed.

" -- maybe we'd get put up in a fancy hotel or something. Emergency lodging."

Wishful thinking.

"Or they might force us to create our own hovels." No one wanted that!

That was probably more likely than Flick's suggestion.

"I'm sure they'd classify it as a team building exercise," Flick replied with a shake of his head. "Exercise your body while you learn how to work with others in a safe environment. Sounds positively awful."

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