[As Loki settles in the hallway and starts his work—work which Magnus distinctly cannot feel, and isn't that unsettling?—Magnus mixes drinks the old fashioned way. This, at least, he's accustomed to, he still mixes drinks by hand even when he has his magic.
He carries the glasses to the hallway and sets one next to Loki, then leans against the wall.]
I...don't currently have my magic. I traded it. To my father.
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He carries the glasses to the hallway and sets one next to Loki, then leans against the wall.]
I...don't currently have my magic. I traded it. To my father.