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who: Loki + Jon and CR
what: Gifts for the season
when: Late December
where: Around.
warnings: N/A



( all gifts are listed below )

Thor: a special vambrace that allows him to summon weapons to his hand
Taako: a magical mirror that helps him customize any outfit he wants.
Ava: two special metal gauntlets to help direct her powers.
Sif: A snowglobe of Asgard
Loki (616): Loki's written script on the tragedie of loki of asgard. Plus his half-written script on the "revengers" which they can collaborate on.
Valkyrie: A booze bottle that lasts an entire week without running out.
Lucretia: A small book on portal magic written by Loki himself.
Lup: A small mason jar with an everlasting flame that changes with her mood.
Alex: A card with an enchanted cat drawn on it

All of Jon's CR gets a custom-made action figure of themselves (badly painted) and a stocking full of candy canes

This post is for threading them out via action / network / etc. All gifts would be delivered to the doorsteps ( or personally, if that's your character's preference )

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[unmakeme]

Natasha has spent a stupidly long amount of time staring at the little action figure. The paint isn't restricted to where it should actually be, but the level of care that has gone into this is touching none the less. She doesn't have much in the way of decoration in her apartment, but the figure goes on a shelf with nothing else around it, a shelf that she can easily see from her table, couch, or bed when the curtain isn't drawn.

She misses Christmas on the farm so much it's a physical ache in her chest.

Which is probably a big part of the reason that she turns up on Jon's stoop instead of just sending his gift. She'll rationalize it to herself as a cost issue. Having something this heavy brought over through a service would no doubt be very expensive. A ten gallon bucket full of legos is not exactly easy to transport. Natasha, for example, has wheeled it across half the city on a skateboard. Cause that makes total sense.

[supersweet]

[ Damian leaves for a while after he stopped burning down Jon's kitchen. At the most, he tidies the place up a bit, checks on their mismanaged tree with haphazard decorations thrown on there and watches movies with Annie curled up at his feet. It doesn't feel the same as his usual Christmases, but it's a start and he doesn't feel too bad about the change.

Or at least he's trying to. When he hears a knock on the door, Jon pads over in his pajamas. Because it's Christmas. He opens the door and beams when he sees who it is. ]

Miss Natasha! Merry Christmas.

[unmakeme]

Natasha is more or less eye level with Jon, sitting on the massive bucket of legos, her feet resting on the skateboard in front of her and her elbows resting on her knees. She smiles to see his reaction, because his happiness is always infectious. "Merry Christmas." Adorable young child still in their pajamas. Yup. This is Christmas. She already feels a tiny bit better. Also somehow over-dressed and under-dressed at the same time.

Whatever this place really is, whatever the flaws and whatever her personal punishments, it's not all bad. This is a bright spot. "Do me a favour, huh?" She stands up, rocking herself slightly to the side so the board rolls her out of the way. "If you're too old for these, don't tell me until after New Year's." She knows that it would go over well with Cooper and Lila, but they're hardly normal children. Of course, Jon isn't normal, either. That's probably part of the reason this feels so comfortable.

[supersweet]

[ Jon beams, super pleased that he's getting something and he likes Legos. Still his eyes bulge at how large the bucket was. Not that Jon has any problem carrying it as he picks it up and brings it into the house, expecting her to follow after him. ]

We don't have any food right now. At least nothing good. Damian almost burned down the kitchen trying to make pie.

[unmakeme]

Natasha steps down and smiles, then she stomps on the edge of the board to get it to jump up so that she can catch it in one hand. It was easier to find than a dolly, for some reason, but now that she has it she's not going to just discard it. Waste not want not. She wonders if Jon knows how to skateboard. She can ask him later. No hurry, especially because he's still in his pajamas and clearly not in any hurry to remedy that.

She lets herself in after him, closes and locks the door, and then steps on the heels of her boots to slip her feet out of them. She's prepared this time, for the cold weather, with fleece lined snowflake socks. From inside her shopping bag, she pulls out two more pairs, and holds them out to Jon. "All right. Reindeer or trees?"

[supersweet]

Reindeer!

[ No contest. Jon glances at the kitchen before looking back at Natasha with a sheepish grin. ]

Uh, do you want something to eat? Damian tried to make pie but he kind of burned it all. And it's not great. But we probably have something in the fridge?

[unmakeme]

"Good choice." She tosses the socks so they land on top of the bucket of legos in his hands and heads for the kitchen.

Which still smells like smoke, and that's hardly appetizing. "Is he usually a better baker, or is this par for the course? I've got break and bake cookies." A couple of packages come out of the shopping bag and get set on the counter. Triple chocolate. Because if you're going to eat junk, don't do it half-assed. "We could probably find a place to deliver. Chinese restaurants are always open in New York. There's probably a lot more variety here, where most people don't even know what Christmas is. If you're hungry. You're hungry, right? Growing boys are always hungry."

Which is to say that she's kind of hungry, too. Lugging forty five pounds of legos across the city is surprisingly draining. She could definitely go for some noodles, or maybe soup. Depends on what Jon wants. The whole point of Christmas is to make the kids happy. The usual kids might not be here, but Jon counts for something.

[supersweet]

Damian's never cooked before. He has a butler for that. I think he got weird when he tried to wake me up in the morning and I got cranky.

[ Since this isn't a typical Christmas for Jon and that does bother him on a microscopic level, but Jon isn't going to hold onto that feeling right now. He sets the gallon of LEGO to the side, nodding at it with approval. ]

I'm good for ordering if you are. I have some extra money for the holidays from Ms. Jones.

[unmakeme]

Never cooked before. Start out making pie. Yeah, sure.

Natasha had bungled her way through pancakes for ages, but kudos to the kid for aiming high. She turns on the fan over the stove to try and get rid of the lingering smoke smell. "Do you have a candle? Something citrus? It helps." If he doesn't, she can rub some orange peel on random surfaces in the kitchen. Surely there's an orange or a lemon or something in the house? "Or we could just make the whole place smell like chocolate." She waves the packages of cookies in the air for a moment. She's not going to make him cookies from scratch. She likes him way too much for that. Still, there's something to be said for anything fresh from the oven.

"Cookies and movies and lego forts. If you're up for it. That's a bit of a mixed bag there," she says, nodding her head at the massive bucket. "Literally. Takes a lot of pieces to fill up a ten gallon bucket. So they're just, you know, pieces. No full sets, I don't think. We'll have to make it up as we go."

[supersweet]

[ He goes to open a few windows, his nose wrinkling before nodding in satisfaction. Jon should have done that earlier. Jon glances at Natasha. ]

I'm up for it. How did you even get so many? Did you have a secret mission inside a toy factory?

[unmakeme]

"Oh, absolutely. Totally abused my power and authority as a law enforcement officer to fill up a massive paint bucket for my ne-w little buddy." It's the barest little anomaly in her words, like the tiniest record skip ever. She'd been about to say nephew. Stupid. How very lonely and homesick she's become here. Her mask doesn't skip the same way her voice almost did. Same bright smile as she tears open one of the packages of cookies and pulls out the solid mass of still mostly frozen dough. "Let's see. If I remember, cookie sheets are... here." She retrieves one, and begins breaking the cubes apart and placing them on the sheet a few inches apart.

[supersweet]

I knew it!

[ Jon missed the slip, bouncing on his heels. Natasha was the coolest adult here and whenever she came by, it was amazing. He leans over the table as he watches Natasha work. ]

Are these chocolate chip?

[unmakeme]

"Oh yeah." She smiles down at him at her shoulder and places another couple of cookies. "Chocolate chips, fudge chunks, mini marshmallows, and the dough is..." She checks the package. "Snowflake white chocolate. Which, I'm pretty sure that just means there's white chocolate powder in it or something? Can't bake a snowflake. Trying to sound festive? I tried some samples in the store. They were awesome." Not that it's difficult to impress her with a cookie. It took her a solid two weeks for Laura to teach her how to make perfect pancakes, and she still gets them a little too brown half the time.

[supersweet]

Woooow. Fancy. I didn't know all those types even existed.

[ His mind is blown. ]

[unmakeme]

"People love to just make shit up for the holidays." There's the tiniest little blip in her movements as she spaces out the cookies. "Stuff. Make stuff up for the holidays." It's not that he's too young to hear someone curse, and in this place it's fairly unavoidable if you have access to the network. It's a sort of-- it's not that she thinks Clark is capable of caring, what with him not being here, but she can imagine he'd be the type of guy to frown at bad language around his kid. He might not be here, but this is still his kid...

All right, it's a weird sentiment and she'll be the first one to admit it.

Still.

Nat cranks on the oven, sets if for convection at the a higher temperature, and slides the cookie sheet in. "All right, so the whole chewy and crispy trick-- we need..." She checks the back of the package and bites her bottom lip. "That'd be..." She adjusts the temperature a little hotter and nods, then tells her phone to set a ten minute timer "Right. So. Movie? Lego fort? Both?"

[supersweet]

[ At this point, Jon is very used to hearing people swear. He just tunes it out because he's not comfortable with it. The few times Jon has slipped up when it comes to swearing, he always feels incredibly self-conscious and retracts his words immediately. ]

Movie first. Watching a movie during the holidays is tradition. Dad makes us watch the old stuff, but we're allowed to change it up.

[unmakeme]

"Well if it's tradition, don't you think we should stick with it? Unless you're sick of the old stuff. It really just needs to be a Christmas movie. Die Hard is technically a Christmas movie. You just have to pretend to not hear any of the bad words so that I'm not actively corrupting anyone." She smiles as she takes down a plate for the eventual cookies. "That's the beauty of being a child during the holidays. You pretty much run the show. All gown ups are at the mercy of your innocent wonder."

God, this is so much like home it hurts. It hurts in a wonderful way, the kind of pain that makes her remember that there's something good to hold on to. The kind of pain that forces her to remember that she's not a machine any more, that if there's something that can be hurt, there's something human.