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Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

So Scott had survived his first week at boarding school without so much as a scratch, let alone being eaten by a troll.

... Although he hadn't exactly dismissed his roommate's plan to bargain for their safety from them, because it didn't hurt to be safe, okay?

Anyway, he was celebrating a successful first week just as any other teenage boy would: with plenty of pizza and a marathon of Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out.

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"Apparently the trolls here can make you hallucinate before they kill you," Vider reported once she'd entered the common room and spied Scott. "I don't know if they accepted my offering, so you should be extra careful until we're sure. Also, Loki is here." She sounded even less thrilled about this than the venomous trolls, if that was possible, and threw herself into a chair with a general air of disgust.

Okay, there wasn't enough in the way of cold and/or mushy food for Stiles in his own common room so he went down a floor to find a popsicle or something.

"Hey, buddy." It was still weird seeing a weetiny Scott around, but it was oddly comforting.

"... Loki?" Scott gave her a puzzled look. Someone was not up on his Norse mythology, no.

"Stiles!" Scott... waved a pizza slice. Possibly not his best decision. Hopefully whoever cleaned this place could get mozzarella out of couches? "Hungry?" he asked, even though he knew what the answer would likely be.

"Loki," Vider confirmed, because she thought he just was confused about why Loki would be at a boarding school. 'No clue who we're talking about' was not in her worldview. "What's this?" she asked, poking at the pizza skeptically.

The United States of Asgard wasn't so big on the international cuisine.

"Starving," Stiles said, heading towards the freezer. "But I can't eat pizza. Tooth problems."

"Pizza!" Scott supplied helpfully. Because, yes, a week with Vider and even he'd managed to pick up on certain mannerisms and language quirks that pointed to her being from... someplace a little different. "It's um- bread and tomato sauce and cheese? This one's got meat, too," he said, offering a slice of pepperoni.

"Who's Loki?"

"Aw, man, that sucks," Scott offered sympathetically. "... If you find any ice cream, bring it over?"

Pizza and ice cream was a brilliant combination, don't you even judge.

"You are from the strangest place," Vider informed her roommate. "You don't even have Loki Shapeshifter? What are your gods like, then?" She eyed the pizza suspiciously, but took it after a moment and gave it an experimental nibble. She pronounced it, "Not bad."

"Sure thing, dude." Please, like he'd judge. "I'm totally getting all four of my wisdom teeth out on Thursday. It's gonna suck."

Stiles grabbed a couple of popsicles and some chocolate ice cream (along with a spoon) and brought it over.

"Hope I don't embarrass myself too bad with the drugs and laughing gas."

"Not gonna lie, part of me wants to see what you'd be like on laughing gas," Scott admitted, making grabby hands at the ice cream.

"Um, I don't know?" Scott shrugged. "I think there's just the one, actually."

"Too bad, Derek's the lucky guy who gets to be my ride." A beat. "To the dentist's."

Vider's brows furrowed at the thought. "What, like the Biblists?"

"Well, I don't have a car so I couldn't be your ride anyway," Scott pointed out. He could understand how Stiles managed to insinuate himself into the life of some gloomy loner dude, because that was just kind of how Stiles worked... he just still didn't quite get why this particular gloomy loner dude.

"If you mean, like, the Bible, I guess so?" Scott said around another bite of pizza. "My mom's never made me go to church or anything, it's not really that big a deal in our house."

"Oh he's taking the jeep," Stiles said. "Not that I'd let you drive the jeep because, seriously, you with a manual transmission is never happening."

"Huh," Vider said, and took another nibble of pizza. "Well, where I'm from we have eight gods, who came across the sea with the first settlers, and planted the New World Tree in Philadelphia." She hesitated, then said, "Loki Shapeshifter is one of them. And so is Thor Thunderer, who teaches one of my classes. You can see how it's all very strange to me." Which didn't explain why she was super annoyed about Loki being here, though.

"Yeah, I'm not the best history student ever but I'm pretty sure even I'd know if that's how it happened where I'm from," Scott said with a nod. "So what's so bad about this Loki guy? God? Whatever?" the 'gods of any sort are real and attending and/or teaching classes' thing was a bit much to wrap his head around, so Scott was just going to focus on the 'and Vider's not too happy about at least one of them' part for now.

"Oh my god," Scott whined. "That was one time." Apparently Stileses in any universe weren't about to let him forget about embarassing learning-to-drive incidents.

"There's nothing bad about him," Vider said, picking one of the slices of pepperoni off her pizza to eat separately. Hmm. Spicy. "Some people will tell you different, but it's not that. We just...don't get along, is all." Yes. She didn't get along with a god.

"My baby's recently had damage and I'm not about to risk her dying a painful death at your hands," Stiles said, unwrapping a popsicle. "Especially when I'm too hopped up on drugs to properly yell at you."

"Man, future Stiles is no fun at all," Scott complained to the room at large, although there was no actual heat behind the complaint.

"You don't get along," Scott echoed. "This isn't- he's not gonna like- try anything, is he?"

"Excuse you, future Stiles is all fun!" Except for, you know, the night terrors and post traumatic stress. "Future Stiles also thinks that past Scott would be more likely than Derek to put his drugged up shenanigans on youtube."

Mostly because Derek didn't know how to use a phone like that.

"You have more to worry about from the trolls," Vider assured him.

"Maaaaaaaaybe," Scott drawled, having the grace to look slightly sheepish.

"The ones that make you hallucinate."

Vider, your reassuring tone needed work.

"See?" he said. "I'm sure the squirrels will catch it all and you can hear about it on radio."

Sorry she wasn't little miss sunshine, Scott. "They'll probably accept my offering." Probably. See? Reassuring.

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