"Yeah?"

"Hello, I'm yet another powerful alien! I can distribute translation magic that incidentally cures dyslexia, want?"

"We've got this evil god we're fighting..."

"Killed him already."

He pinches himself. "Mmmkay. I will accept translation magic."

Loki bops him on the head with the translation wand. "Also if you have free will now that's Odette's fault but I got her the thingy that does it."

"Turned it down. I don't regret any oaths I've made, don't expect to, don't like people messing with my soul..."

"My sister will be disappointed to learn that the extra Tyelcormo is still sworn off blondes."

"Not having met your sister I don't know what I'm missing out on, I guess. I'm also not really looking for someone at the moment."

Shrug. "Anyway, here's a user manual for Allspeak." She hands it over.

"Thanks. Of all the things to dream about - Odette,  in this dream the Enemy's dead and there are girls bouncing around delivering dyslexia cures, so I'm guessing you'd be down to hook up with me?"

"I'm not sure how, um, consent-respecting it is to sleep with someone who's only doing it because they think they're dreaming."

"I dream about it a lot and you don't usually worry about that, if that helps?"

"...Well, in those cases you actually were dreaming, and right now you only think you're dreaming because everything's absurd right now."

"This is going to be a really incomplete 'everything inexplicably worked out fine overnight' dream if my dad's not alive and you're not interested."

"Your dad's alive and if I were confident that you wouldn't regret it tomorrow morning when you found out it was real I'd have tackled you against a wall or something by now."

"Should I be leaving you two alone and playing cards with the fellow holding the door or something?"

"Maybe. Or you could introduce yourself to my sister and Andreth, I think you'll like them."

"Sure. Let me know if you need another magic rock or something." Off Loki goes.

"Will do."

"I am vanishingly unlikely to regret this dream in the morning."

"I'm at least half in love with you and if this is just--something casual--I don't think that would be a good idea in the long run."

"This is - a dream? We're gonna wake up and the Enemy's not gonna be dead and there are gonna be all the reasons - why the fuck are political conversations creeping into my sex dreams -"

"The Enemy's dead and political consequences can go hang themselves but I want to know how you feel about me!"

"I think you're great. I moped when you moved to Beth Miqlat. I love you. I want you to make it through okay and kill a god."