“Something tells me that writing letters to you will be a lot more enjoyable than writing any of my paperwork. I hope I do not get too distracted.” Loki said with a chuckle as the song finished up. Stepping away from her, he applauded politely to the music that had played. It wasn’t surprising that others were applauding even though they were the only ones on the dance floor. Everyone showed respect during their time at the parties, whether they were thrown in heaven or in hell.

The idea that the two should get along was something still foreign to everyone but… a few individuals couldn’t help but think that God and Satan were having fun watching the two types of individuals struggle to ‘get along’ in a social setting. When they worked together on projects the two types of individuals got along to some degree because they know their places but here, here there are no designated jobs or titles. Here is just an open floor for communications that no one really wanted. Except Loki, now he really did want it! 

“I don’t know about you, but these parties really aren’t my thing.” He said in a whisper as he offered her his arm. “But I cannot deny good food and beautiful company. Would you care to grab a plate of food and a drink to venture outside? This is my first time in the heavens and we have quite a view from here. Maybe you can point some things out to me?”