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Magnus doesn't hate the Mansion. There's a lot about it that he enjoys a great deal. Not dying painfully every day; that's a big one. The people mostly seem to range between "fascinating" and "friend material," too -- though from what Magnus can tell, based on the notes he's shared with other residents, he hasn't met everyone yet. Apparently there's a dragon??? And Nina had mentioned several names of people Magnus is pretty sure he hasn't come across yet.
It's weird. He's realized he sort of... doesn't hate fighting? It can be extremely fun if you're not doing it to the death, as it turns out! He can't wait to see Alex again and suggest they practice fighting without killing each other. He thinks Alex would get a kick out of that. Magnus thinks he would, too.
He knows the Mansion isn't forever, so perhaps that's why he's not freaked out about being here. After all, there's no getting around fate. One day he'll have his prophesied reunion with his mother. And of course, he'll definitely be back in Valhalla in time for Ragnarok.
He would like to see his friends again, though. How is Blitzen's shop? How far has Hearthstone progressed in his runes practice? Is Samirah getting ready for her wedding yet? (Magnus doesn't want to miss the wedding.) How is Amir and the falafel stand? Are Mallory and Halfborn on again or off again right now? Who has TJ Junior run through with his bone steel bayonet lately? Annabeth must be worried about him going dark.... And the Chase Space! How is it holding up in his absence? Have his friends taken over its operations? Is it okay? Are the kids okay?
And Alex. Of course Alex. Always Alex. How did he react when Magnus didn't follow him out of the recycling chute onto the Fenway field? Is he going out of his mind? Has Magnus even been gone from Midgard long enough for it to be noticed, or does time work differently here?
He misses Alex more than he ever thought possible. Her wicked grin as she teases him, green curls falling into her eyes. Her bright pink cropped jeans, so vivid on the battlefield. A beacon; a threat. The feral strength in her limbs when she stretches and turns into a lion, or a cheetah, or a whale.
He has to get a message to her. Or to someone. Anyone. Just to let them know he's okay, at least. Okay, and likely unreachable. Though, if they wanted to go on a quest to try and find him, he certainly wouldn't say no...
He's already tried the method Annabeth told him Greek demigods use: creating a rainbow (careful splashes in the lake on the Mansion's grounds) and tossing some old Greek coin into it, beseeching Iris to hear his prayer, but that didn't work. Probably because he's not Greek, or maybe because that system has been dismantled, or the Mansion doesn't get service?
So he's going with the next best thing. As children of Loki, there's a chance Sam or Alex could see him if he dreams up a vision about whatever they're doing right now. He's spent the day exhausting himself in practice battle against Jack, and against multiple other residents of the house. He's had Jack do extremely complicated and showy moves that wear him out on a good day when Magnus hasn't done anything else strenuous. Their combined effort has definitely got to count as extreme overexertion at this point, and since he doesn't have the benefit of being able to die and come back to life here -- his vision-dreams are usually triggered when he's dead -- this is the next best thing.
He goes to his bedroom, Jack floating along beside him. He showers and brushes his teeth. Only then, once he's in pajamas, water from his hair dripping down and soaking through his shirt, does he reach out to take Jack and return him to pendant form.
Anyone walking by his room at that point would, conceivably, see him collapse, like a puppet with its strings cut. He falls... mostly onto his bed? Luckily he's young, spry, and undead, so he won't wake up with aches in the morning from the way his body lands.
But Magnus isn't concerned about his physical position. He's lost in a dream. Alex, sitting at a table in the Transportation Center, cracking up. She's definitely a girl right now -- Magnus can always tell -- and she's beautiful. She's laughing at something one of the Chase Space regulars has said, head tilted back, no hint of irony or sarcasm gilding her features. There's a half-eaten bowl of rice and shawarma in front of her; the kid she's brought to lunch has spilled a smear of toum onto the table and another kid Magnus vaguely recognizes is walking over with a bundle of napkins clutched tight in their hand.
But is this actually happening right now, or has Magnus just manufactured what he wants most to see? He can't tell. This feels like a dream, but it also feels any given Tuesday afternoon. Is it Tuesday? Has he managed to get around the Mansion's boundary? He can't... he can't tell.
"Alex," he calls, walking toward the table, hand outstretched. He'll touch the Loki tattoo on the nape of her neck if he has to, if it's the only way to trigger a connection, and apologize later. The table doesn't get closer, though, no matter how quickly he walks. "Alex, I'm here, I'm okay."
Alex just dumps some more sauce on her rice and takes a big bite. Magnus's heart thuds. He likes -- he loves -- her so much. She's not looking up as he calls her name, and he still can't actually move closer to the table. But just seeing her, beautiful and vivacious, so full of life especially for (technically) a dead teenager isn't enough. More than ever, he knows he has to let her know he's safe. There's got to be a way.
It's weird. He's realized he sort of... doesn't hate fighting? It can be extremely fun if you're not doing it to the death, as it turns out! He can't wait to see Alex again and suggest they practice fighting without killing each other. He thinks Alex would get a kick out of that. Magnus thinks he would, too.
He knows the Mansion isn't forever, so perhaps that's why he's not freaked out about being here. After all, there's no getting around fate. One day he'll have his prophesied reunion with his mother. And of course, he'll definitely be back in Valhalla in time for Ragnarok.
He would like to see his friends again, though. How is Blitzen's shop? How far has Hearthstone progressed in his runes practice? Is Samirah getting ready for her wedding yet? (Magnus doesn't want to miss the wedding.) How is Amir and the falafel stand? Are Mallory and Halfborn on again or off again right now? Who has TJ Junior run through with his bone steel bayonet lately? Annabeth must be worried about him going dark.... And the Chase Space! How is it holding up in his absence? Have his friends taken over its operations? Is it okay? Are the kids okay?
And Alex. Of course Alex. Always Alex. How did he react when Magnus didn't follow him out of the recycling chute onto the Fenway field? Is he going out of his mind? Has Magnus even been gone from Midgard long enough for it to be noticed, or does time work differently here?
He misses Alex more than he ever thought possible. Her wicked grin as she teases him, green curls falling into her eyes. Her bright pink cropped jeans, so vivid on the battlefield. A beacon; a threat. The feral strength in her limbs when she stretches and turns into a lion, or a cheetah, or a whale.
He has to get a message to her. Or to someone. Anyone. Just to let them know he's okay, at least. Okay, and likely unreachable. Though, if they wanted to go on a quest to try and find him, he certainly wouldn't say no...
He's already tried the method Annabeth told him Greek demigods use: creating a rainbow (careful splashes in the lake on the Mansion's grounds) and tossing some old Greek coin into it, beseeching Iris to hear his prayer, but that didn't work. Probably because he's not Greek, or maybe because that system has been dismantled, or the Mansion doesn't get service?
So he's going with the next best thing. As children of Loki, there's a chance Sam or Alex could see him if he dreams up a vision about whatever they're doing right now. He's spent the day exhausting himself in practice battle against Jack, and against multiple other residents of the house. He's had Jack do extremely complicated and showy moves that wear him out on a good day when Magnus hasn't done anything else strenuous. Their combined effort has definitely got to count as extreme overexertion at this point, and since he doesn't have the benefit of being able to die and come back to life here -- his vision-dreams are usually triggered when he's dead -- this is the next best thing.
He goes to his bedroom, Jack floating along beside him. He showers and brushes his teeth. Only then, once he's in pajamas, water from his hair dripping down and soaking through his shirt, does he reach out to take Jack and return him to pendant form.
Anyone walking by his room at that point would, conceivably, see him collapse, like a puppet with its strings cut. He falls... mostly onto his bed? Luckily he's young, spry, and undead, so he won't wake up with aches in the morning from the way his body lands.
But Magnus isn't concerned about his physical position. He's lost in a dream. Alex, sitting at a table in the Transportation Center, cracking up. She's definitely a girl right now -- Magnus can always tell -- and she's beautiful. She's laughing at something one of the Chase Space regulars has said, head tilted back, no hint of irony or sarcasm gilding her features. There's a half-eaten bowl of rice and shawarma in front of her; the kid she's brought to lunch has spilled a smear of toum onto the table and another kid Magnus vaguely recognizes is walking over with a bundle of napkins clutched tight in their hand.
But is this actually happening right now, or has Magnus just manufactured what he wants most to see? He can't tell. This feels like a dream, but it also feels any given Tuesday afternoon. Is it Tuesday? Has he managed to get around the Mansion's boundary? He can't... he can't tell.
"Alex," he calls, walking toward the table, hand outstretched. He'll touch the Loki tattoo on the nape of her neck if he has to, if it's the only way to trigger a connection, and apologize later. The table doesn't get closer, though, no matter how quickly he walks. "Alex, I'm here, I'm okay."
Alex just dumps some more sauce on her rice and takes a big bite. Magnus's heart thuds. He likes -- he loves -- her so much. She's not looking up as he calls her name, and he still can't actually move closer to the table. But just seeing her, beautiful and vivacious, so full of life especially for (technically) a dead teenager isn't enough. More than ever, he knows he has to let her know he's safe. There's got to be a way.
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