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As a poison?

I hope you didn't kiss them to death.

Oh no I shot them.

Of a sort....my brother could only be killed by it.

With mistletoe? That is mistletoe, right?

... Why?

Interesting.

Because it was the one thing that my mother didn't ask to not harm someone and I took the opportunity. .

Yes my mother asked everything but mistletoe not to harm him.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call a dick move. ... Or situational irony. One or the other.

I would say both since both is what I am known for.

I suppose you could suffocate them, stuff it down their throat, or just make a nice cuppa tea.

That's gotta be some resume you've got there.

You don't know who I am?

I actually shot him with it.

That's very interesting. Did you mould the pulverized leaves and berries into a bullet shape? Baking it a little perhaps? Or just coat a projectile with the juices?

[With a Doctorate in Pathology, Molly's mind is a hound on an obstacle course because of the possibilities]

Edited (full and complete sentences?) 2013-12-27 18:50 (UTC)

[Loki grins enjoying this conversation.]

I actually made an arrow out of it and shot him with it.....well I had Thor do it but it was still sort of me.

So you made an arrow out of a obligate hemiparasitic plant, which is more of a mass of leaves than a woody plant, which would be difficult. Perhaps braided or a composite material or as I said pulverized and moulded. That's quite clever.

This Thor then shot someone with it. And he didn't know what he was doing, did he?

[Loki shook his head laughing slightly.]

No I tricked them both into being where I wanted them to be. Then I made the arrow using magic and started the end of the world.

That certainly a unique way to do it, start the end of the world, I mean. But I suppose every ripple in a pond has to start somewhere.

Indeed it does. May I ask what you do that discussing death does not bother you.

Oh, sorry. (*blushing* at her lack of manners) I'm a forensic pathologist at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London, in the morgue. Um, Doctor Hooper, but everybody just calls me Molly...unless they want something official that is.

[A smile crosses Loki's lips and he holds out his hand.]

Molly....that is quite a lovely name isn't it. You may call me Luke.

{No, plain Molly is not a lovely name, she knows this, but that doesn't stop the color from rising in her cheeks again and pressing her lips together for a moment before taking his extended hand.)

Nice to meet you, Luke. Other than fletching and dropping pebbles, what do you do?

Oh I do a bit of this and a bit of that. Mostly I enjoy making trouble.

Apparently.

(*nearly smiling* until she remembers that he's confessed to orchestrating a murder and supposedly starting the end of the world, but that's balanced by his admitting to using magic, which doesn't fit in her scientific mind and thus calls into question his other confessions, especially as the world is still here.)

Did you? That must be quite the story.

[He smiles and bows.]

I am Loki.

Oh it was...I started the end of the world.

And yet the world is still here.

(Now that's Miss Molly understands. She might be Doctor Hooper during the day, but in the evenings, when she's not writing for various medical journals, she reads mythology.)

Luke Loki. Your middle name doesn't start with an L too, does it?

(*there's the smile*)

Yours is yes....mine is well interesting.

If it does my mother never told me. For now you can call me Luke if you like.

Interesting how?

I do like Luke and I hope to see you again soon.

Oh I am sure I will I like you Molly...I always like the tricky ones.

I was on the throne for a start.