Trick or Treat [open]
Loki looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. It was Halloween, a mortal holiday that had quickly and easily become his favorite out of all of their traditions. It was a day that combined two of his favorite things: mischief and candy. It had all started that first year he spent in Alaska, when he was awoke from a stupor on his couch by a group of young children in costume spouting the words, "Trick or Treat?!"
He didn't get it at first, thought they actually wanted a trick OR a treat, and gave them the former. Then some small child dressed as a penguin, adorable as it was, tugged on his pants and asked if he had any candy. It wasn't until a group of teenagers stopped by, each wielding a carton of eggs, and threatened the trick, that he understood it was meant that he gave candy or someone would trick him.
He woke the next morning to find his house egged and his house toilet papered. At first, Loki hated Halloween.
But then he did some research, thought about it and grew to love it. After all, he liked candy, he liked kids, he liked mischief, he liked costumes... what more was there to want?
Adjusting his eye patch he shrugged each shoulder in turn, making the fake ravens perched there bob slightly. Perfect. He wore the rugged clothes of olden times, clothes of a traveler, and a heavy cloak. All that was missing was his walking stick. His spear. It was perfect. It was the best costume ever.
An hour later found him wandering the streets of a suburban Chicago neighborhood, plastic pumpkin in one hand and staff in the other. He chuckled to himself at his own brilliance and approached a door he had seen children walk away from with loot. There was a crispness to the air, fall already having taken it's toll on the trees and winter was getting close. Most of the children wore jackets over their costumes. But not Loki, he was built for this.
One finger reached forward and pressed the buzzer.
"Trick or Treat?!" He said, grinning like a fiend.
The lady at the door eyed him disapprovingly. "Aren't you a little old for trick or treating?"
"Ma'am, one is never too old for free candy." Loki held out his plastic pumpkin and nodded toward it. He knew he saw a small spiderman walk away with a large Butterfinger. This lady had loot. Good loot. "Trick or Treat?!"
"What are you suppose to be anyway?"
"Odin. One eye. Ravens. Staff." He pointed to each in turn before holding out his pumpkin again. "Trick or Treat!" He was more insistent this time.
"Huh." She huffed, crossed her arms and cocked her head. "I thought you were some kind of scruffy pirate. What's an Odin?"
"Nevermind. Just give me some candy."
"No. You're too old for Trick or Treating."
The Trickster frowned, then raised an eyebrow. "You have a very nice house ma'am. I'd hate to see it burn down."
"What?"
A lighter appeared in his hand and he flicked it to life before her eyes with a menacing grin. If this lady would withhold he'd give her a trick she wouldn't forget. He normally wasn't one for malice, but he knew she had Butterfingers in there.
Her eyes widened and finally she produced the Butterfinger in question.
"Thank you," Loki said, and the lighter disappeared.
He whistled as he moved on to the next house, rather proud of himself. When he was done he'd have plenty of candy for himself... and some for Sigyn, too. The next house, thankfully didn't question him on his age. Loud music played indoors, something about a Sweet Transvestite, and the man that answered the door just raised an eyebrow.
"Couldn't find a parrot, eh?"
"A what?" Loki asked, bewildered.
"A parrot. For your pirate costume."
"I'M ODIN!"
The man grabbed a handful of smarties and dumped them into Loki's pumpkin. "Is Odin a pirate?"
The Trickster blinked, then thought on the question for a moment. He supposed in a sense Odin had some piratey qualities, but really, there wasn't enough to make a good comparison. "Not exactly. He's the Alfather, the Lord of Asgard..."
"The what?"
"Nevermind. Happy Halloween." Loki sighed, turned and moved back out into the street. He paused, looked down at his plastic pumpkin and smiled. A large Butterfinger and a handful of Smarties. This was awesome. Best. Holiday. Ever.
The next door was answered by a woman in a sleazy Little Bo Peep costume. A costume of which Loki approved of wholeheartedly. And hell, he was dressed as Odin, might as well play the lecherous old man gig too.
"There was an old man with one eye Despite what appearance did imply. For girls he'd always rise sow the earth 'tween their thighs Quite a few tiny deaths they then did die. ...
"Trick or Treat?!"
The woman groaned, tossed a chocolate bar at him and slammed the door.