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Monster Truck Rally Campfire : Tuesday Afternoon

Theo was pretty pleased that he'd managed to finish another semester without going out of his mind. Mitchell would have been proud of him if he was still around. Theo smiled at the thought as he took a seat outside of his bouncy castle and stretched his legs out.

Summer would be over soon and a new set of classes beginning but for now, Theo was free to do whatever he wanted. Ange and Dev were already shooting rapidfire suggestions at him (study, sunbathing, reading, swimming) which left Theo with the task of choosing what to do.

For now, he guessed he'd chosen sunbathing since he was outside and didn't have a book or anything to study with unless you counted his phone but he was using that to play some random game that Thom had recommended. Maybe later he'd go to the library.

If Dev had anything to say about it, he wouldn't. Ange was fighting a losing battle right now.

[Open campfire, yep]

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"What are you playing?" Loki, don't be creepy.

Yeah, Theo hadn't even heard him approach. He startled a bit and nearly dropped his phone but saved it from a messy dirt bath.

"Uh, Peggle," he said once he recovered. "Some game a friend from home told me I should play."

"Oh," Loki replied, thinking over the name to download at a later time. "You ought to try Candy Crush as well."

"What's Candy Crush?" Theo asked, pausing his game momentarily. "Thom's mentioned it but I haven't looked yet."

Loki frowned down at his own phone for a moment before opening the game and handing it over. "You may try, if you wish."

Theo set his phone down on his thigh and reached for Loki's phone, giving the screen and the game a once over.

"What do I do?" he asked, deciding to just press buttons in an attempt to make it look like he knew what he was doing. "Crush candy?"

Loki tsked, peering over his shoulder. "You are to remove as much as like candy as possible with very few moves made."

"Oh, this is like Bejeweled," Theo said, making a face at the mention of that game. "I played that game for like an entire summer. Such a bad decision. All I did was move colored blocks around."

And he'd done it a lot. Hey, his parents were never around and he needed stuff to entertain him.

"This is Bejeweled. With candy."

"Yes, but on your phone." A beat. "And there is candy involved."

Another beat.

"And frustration."

"Yeah." He remembered that from his time spent with Bejeweled. "How far have you managed to get? Can you beat the game?"

He'd surmised that Bejeweled had infinite levels making it unbeatable just to make everyone and their brother cry in frustration.

"I have not beaten it," Loki replied like it was some slight against his honor.

"You sound kind of upset about that," Theo noticed, glancing over at Loki. He resisted the urge to snicker. "How long have you been trying?"

"Not long." AGES AND AGES, THEO.

Theo wasn't sure he believed Loki there. Not when the other boy had seemed as frustrated as he had when he said he hadn't beat the game.

He pushed a few more buttons and crushed some candy. It didn't seem to be that hard but he knew how these games went.

"What level have you managed to get to?" he asked after a second.

"That does not matter," Loki muttered, plucking the phone back to cradle it to his chest. "It is a game."

He just needed to share his pain with others. Sorry, Theo.

Theo picked his own phone back up and nodded.

"You're right, it's totally just a game," he agreed. "But games are pretty darn addicting, aren't they? My psychologist could probably set up multiple sessions on why it's addicting and what it says about us."

Loki looked interested at that. "You have a psychologist? What is that like?"

Asked the reincarnated Norse god with adoption issues.

"I dunno. It's not awful," Theo said, shrugging. "We just talk a lot. It's not like how it is on television or anything. It's kind of..."

He struggled to find a word.

"...freeform, I guess? Like he's not trying to tie everything to my mom or dad or anything. We talk and he makes sure I'm doing all right."

"Oh. So it is like Twitter."

"Well, I'm not limited to one hundred and forty words so not really," he said, snickering at the comparison. "And the guy I'm talking to has a whole bunch of degrees so I think he'd be better informed than a Twitter audience."

"Very nice of you to say," Ange said, smiling proudly at Theo's words. "Dr. Brockton would be pleased."

"Dr. Brockton doesn't care," Dev told him. "All he was doing was making Theo think he's crazy. And he doesn't need that!"

It was an argument Theo had listened to before, of course. "I'm not crazy."

Thanks, Dev.

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"Ah. I did not think you were," Loki assured him with a curious headtilt. "Oh! Are you a telepath? I was thinking it idly!"

Yeah. Just admit that willy-nilly, Loki. That's polite.

"Oooh, tell him you are!" Dev said, clapping his hands. "Tell him you are and then act like an idiot and scare him away! We need some entertainment."

"Theo, no..." Ange rubbed her temple and sighed."

"I'm...not," he said because he really didn't need people think he could read their minds. "I just -- people assume that I'm nuts when I say that I'm seeing a psychologist. It's a common assumption."

"Oh." Loki looked supremely disappointed. "There used to be far more mutants here," he said with a sigh.

"Sorry," Theo said apologetically. "I mean, I could take it back and lie to you if you really wanna think I'm a telepath. I'd be a really bad telepath though."

"Yes, I suppose you would." What was that supposed to mean, Loki?

"Ask him what that means," Dev growled because he was nothing if not protective.

"You think I'd be a bad telepath too, huh?" At least he asked it nicer than Dev would have?

"Well, you do not seem so... self contained?" Loki ventured.

He was right, of course. Dev wanted him to argue with that but Theo went with the other option.

"I'm not," he replied with a shrug. "If I were a mutant, I'd probably have some useless mutant skill like...being able to grow long fingernails."

"Yes, that would be most useless," Loki replied, thinking on it. Because. "Unless those nails are made of metal."

"With my luck?" He laughed and shook his head. "They'd be made of cotton candy. I'm better off just being a normal human."

With two entities living in his head.

"Does this conversation mean you're a mutant?"

"Oh no," Loki replied easily. "I am a frost giant."

A beat.

"I am short for my race," he assured Theo. Just in case.

"What's a frost giant?" Theo asked because, well, he was curious now.

"They are a race of beings who inhabited one of the nine realms," Loki replied like he had read it in a book. "Jotunheim. But that was before the destruction of the world tree during Ragnarok."

A beat.

"And then the subsequent collapse of Asgard to a ruin in the land of Oklahoma."

That made...no sense at all to Theo but he knew from his time on Perspecta that there were a lot of different worlds out there and he was never gonna understand it all.

"Oh." Yeah, he didn't question because he didn't want to end up more confused. "So, are you gonna...grow up to be like giant sized?"

"I will be tall for a human," Loki ventured. If his elder self was any measure to go by. "But still not as tall as my brother."

"Who's a frost giant too?" Theo guessed because they were brothers and all.

"No, he is Aesir," Loki replied with a sigh. "Called a god among those of Midgard."

"Oh."

And more with the not really understanding any word coming out of Loki's mouth but listening anyway. It sounded interesting, at least.

"I dunno what I'd do if I had a brother who was a god."

He'd looked up to Mitchell and sometimes idolized him but he hadn't been a god.

"I would guess the same as you would with your brother were they not a god."

"Probably."

He suddenly missed Mitchell.

"How'd he end up a god and you ended up a frost giant thing?"

"Oh, I am called a god too," Loki replied proudly. "God of lies and mischief."

Which was a nice way of saying he was a great big bag of dicks who starts the end of the world.

"So, you're like a really powerful...jester?"

Might not be the right word there, Theo.

"That could be said, yes." Accurately? No.

"Guess it's better than you don't have those stupid hats that jesters normally do," he said, chuckling. "I didn't know gods went to school either."

"It was preferable to Asgard." Where he was the resident punching bag.

"You would make my psychologist retire," Theo said jokingly. "Dr. Brockton wouldn't even know what to do."

"But it would be fun to watch," Loki admitted.

"If he ever visits, I'll be sure to make sure you know," Theo said. "See how he deals with it all."

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