[ left clear of Magnus's doorstep (and probably at peter's house because he doesn't have a tent idk??) is a pretty fuckin' huge package, wrapped in a whole dang lot of newspaper. there's a note on the front of it. ]
Hey. It's the one and only Odin Dark, here to bless you with another excellent idea of his. I'm leaving carepackages for people I love in case something happens to me in space or whatever. I know that's unnecessary because I'll just come right back even if I die? But you never know. A lot of these are things that I think might suit the treehouse, maybe, but if they don't, it's OK, just sell them or something. I hope these are okay. - Odin
[ inside IS: a bunch of string lights, from fairy to wire to globe, all of different colours and sizes and presumably for treedecoration. fourdifferentbonsaitrees, or at least the seeds to grow them. a snowglobe enchanted by odin to changeseasons periodically this light not only a snuggie, but a slanket, too. one is pink and one is green, with an apology - he wanted one of them to be pink and green so it could be for alex, but he couldn't find one and figured splitting it up was the next best option. this bookshelf, as well as a stack of books he thinks magnus might like - they're mostly just nice, surprisingly lowkey fictional books about love or adventure, all of them read beforehand to make sure they have happy endings. a wood burning pen and a set of wood carving tools as well as some blocks and cuts of high quality wood with a note, like, is this a hobby you would be into, i don't know, sorry, maybe i shouldn't give you ways to destroy trees when you're living in one, sorry colognes and soaps all made from natural products (he also totally slipped in one of the deodorants that make you smell like bacon too that he got for peter but) a couple of sweet mugs for dippin' and shit two hammocks - this time one is pink and green a certain something he crocheted himself a series of fruit and vegetable seeds, in case magnus or alex want to start growing their own food, a bunch of little practical gifts - socks of different designs, a couple of big heavy jackets to keep magnus warm if he needs it, essentials like toothpaste and tissues and toiletries that he doesn't know if magnus can afford or not - and finally, about two dozen sealed and magically preserved falafels, ready for reheating. ]
[ guess who doesn't answer out of spite for last time hahahahaAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
just kidding, odin doesn't have the willpower to commit revenge. he picks up. ]
Um, hi. I hope you like the-- stuff. If this is about that. Maybe it isn't? Maybe you haven't seen it yet. Hi, either way. Probably. Well, not probably. Can't really... say probably to... hi.
[this is not a "cool thanks"; you can hear him rifling through everything, as he's on the phone. how quickly did he call Odin? (the answer is: eight seconds after looking at the note)]
The snowglobe -- oh! It changed, that's so... ahah, I just told Alex we needed snuggies...
[RIFLING RIFLING; WTF? Magnus isn't a gift guy. he's so bad at needing things. but every single thing in this pile is something he loves, and it came from someone he loves, and it's all perfect for the treehouse they'e dreaming and building and growing (already part of the way done, now)]
[ Odin's not really sure what to say, honestly. He didn't think this far ahead? He thought he was just gonna dump the gift on Magnus and say a couple of nice things about their relationship over a few messages and be done with it, but actually, like. Hearing Magnus enjoy all this stuff, it's-- embarrassing.
One day he'll learn this stupid kid is never gonna let him hide behind that sweet sweet confidence-boosting privacy that text conversations so lovingly provide. ]
I got Peter one, too. His presents were mostly sort of stupid? I thought you wouldn't really be into big flashy stupid stuff, though.
Peter likes stupid stuff. We were planning on planting a vegetable garden, how did you... holy Sif, this snake...
[he laughs, a sound of joy, because he loves it. the beady little eyes, the familiar colour pattern, the soft care with which it was made, just for him]
I love it the most and I'm naming it Snalex. [he interrupts himself with an exclamation;] -- Hammocks? [he loves them, wanted a hammock for their treehouse, too]
You're in touch with nature and you like being close to it. I thought it'd... make sense, or something. I dunno.
[ He's all nervous and sheepish, quietly happy but also just kinda waiting for Magnus to stumble on that one gift he hates that ruins the whole thing. The more this goes on, though, the more that feeling fades and the more genuine that warm pride in his chest starts to feel. ]
Snalex is good? I was thinking, like, Bloodvenom, but Snalex is better. And, uh - I was thinking you could have one of the hammocks outside, so you could both, like, lay in it and read a book together at sunset, and then you could have one inside so you could, um-- have one... inside. I guess. It's up to you, though. Obviously.
[he's blushing, just thinking about how nice it'd be; he's touched. he's so stupidly touched by this pile of stuff, all selected carefully for a home he, lowkey, has no idea what to fill with, after he's picked up Alex and Jack and placed them inside. Odin's just given him his answer -- he'll fill it with what his friends think he should have, because they know him, and what he likes and needs, often better than he does]
[the gifts that speak to Alex, and what she wants and needs, he loves even more]
Alex is gonna love the lights... and think this wood burning stuff is cool. I dunno if you know, but she's crazy artistic, she's learning how to weld right now? [...] Is there bacon in here?
She is? I saw some other artsy stuff, like these cool pencils that looked like raw branches with paint on the end of them, but I wasn't sure how into it you guys'd be. And I-- I wanted, like. I wanted you to have stuff I knew you'd love, and I think I did okay with it, but-- but maybe I'll buy her more art stuff. Like a proper sketchbook, or like-- or like, something kinda crazy like a glassblowing kit, or-- or something. I wasn't sure what she'd like, so I didn't...
[ he trails off, a bit, not exactly apologetic but not really sure how to handle all this approval and affection without being kind of overly humble and vaguely defeatist about it. he takes a couple breaths to chill out and ends up laughing at the bacon thing. ]
Oh, yeah! I got Peter a twelve pack of this deodorant that smells like bacon? I got some for myself, too. It is the worst.
Breakfast food smells are never the worst. Wait, I think I -- phoah! Found it. Haha, gross, I love it.
[but Magnus turns his attention back to Odin's bashfulness]
You don't need to give us stuff. Um, I do love it all, though. Alex will too, if you end up getting her anything like this. [it's his turn to feel bashful] Um, I didn't know what I was gonna put in the treehouse, once it was done... so this all helps. It helps a lot.
[a slightly stunned silence] I didn't actually think of bookshelves. I guess stacks on the floor would have been kind of hoarder-y?
I know I don't need to, it's just-- like I said. I'm telling the people I love that I love them.
[ He's trying not to think about this whole space show thing being a government conspiracy or whatever, because, like, the last thing he needs is to dwell on the idea that maybe he's going to be permanently sacrificed in some big anti-import movement - but. He's got a chance to tell someone he cares about them, so he's taking it. ]
I'm glad I could help, and also prevent your hoarder-y ways from exacerbating themselves. You've got beds, right? Kitchen stuff? Like, a fridge? I'm sure you could get a cool fridge that looks like a deer or something. And-- wait, you're set on electricity, right? I could power the tree with magic, if you don't have it covered.
We're getting a lot of bigger stuff from my friend's dream magic... um, electricity and plumbing's gonna be his job too. None of us wanna figure out how to make a tree toilet work.
[he sounds distracted. he's looking at his neat presents, thinking about how nice of a gesture this was. how he can see home in these things, in a way he didn't really understand before]
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Hey. It's the one and only Odin Dark, here to bless you with another excellent idea of his.
I'm leaving carepackages for people I love in case something happens to me in space or whatever.
I know that's unnecessary because I'll just come right back even if I die? But you never know.
A lot of these are things that I think might suit the treehouse, maybe, but if they don't, it's OK, just sell them or something.
I hope these are okay.
- Odin
[ inside IS:
a bunch of string lights, from fairy to wire to globe, all of different colours and sizes and presumably for tree decoration.
four different bonsai trees, or at least the seeds to grow them.
a snowglobe enchanted by odin to change seasons periodically
this light
not only a snuggie, but a slanket, too. one is pink and one is green, with an apology - he wanted one of them to be pink and green so it could be for alex, but he couldn't find one and figured splitting it up was the next best option.
this bookshelf, as well as a stack of books he thinks magnus might like - they're mostly just nice, surprisingly lowkey fictional books about love or adventure, all of them read beforehand to make sure they have happy endings.
a wood burning pen and a set of wood carving tools as well as some blocks and cuts of high quality wood with a note, like, is this a hobby you would be into, i don't know, sorry, maybe i shouldn't give you ways to destroy trees when you're living in one, sorry
colognes and soaps all made from natural products (he also totally slipped in one of the deodorants that make you smell like bacon too that he got for peter but)
a couple of sweet mugs for dippin' and shit
two hammocks - this time one is pink and green
a certain something he crocheted himself
a series of fruit and vegetable seeds, in case magnus or alex want to start growing their own food,
a bunch of little practical gifts - socks of different designs, a couple of big heavy jackets to keep magnus warm if he needs it, essentials like toothpaste and tissues and toiletries that he doesn't know if magnus can afford or not -
and finally,
about two dozen sealed and magically preserved falafels, ready for reheating. ]
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just kidding, odin doesn't have the willpower to commit revenge. he picks up. ]
Um, hi. I hope you like the-- stuff. If this is about that. Maybe it isn't? Maybe you haven't seen it yet. Hi, either way. Probably. Well, not probably. Can't really... say probably to... hi.
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[this is not a "cool thanks"; you can hear him rifling through everything, as he's on the phone. how quickly did he call Odin? (the answer is: eight seconds after looking at the note)]
The snowglobe -- oh! It changed, that's so... ahah, I just told Alex we needed snuggies...
[RIFLING RIFLING; WTF? Magnus isn't a gift guy. he's so bad at needing things. but every single thing in this pile is something he loves, and it came from someone he loves, and it's all perfect for the treehouse they'e dreaming and building and growing (already part of the way done, now)]
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[ Odin's not really sure what to say, honestly. He didn't think this far ahead? He thought he was just gonna dump the gift on Magnus and say a couple of nice things about their relationship over a few messages and be done with it, but actually, like. Hearing Magnus enjoy all this stuff, it's-- embarrassing.
One day he'll learn this stupid kid is never gonna let him hide behind that sweet sweet confidence-boosting privacy that text conversations so lovingly provide. ]
I got Peter one, too. His presents were mostly sort of stupid? I thought you wouldn't really be into big flashy stupid stuff, though.
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[he laughs, a sound of joy, because he loves it. the beady little eyes, the familiar colour pattern, the soft care with which it was made, just for him]
I love it the most and I'm naming it Snalex. [he interrupts himself with an exclamation;] -- Hammocks? [he loves them, wanted a hammock for their treehouse, too]
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[ He's all nervous and sheepish, quietly happy but also just kinda waiting for Magnus to stumble on that one gift he hates that ruins the whole thing. The more this goes on, though, the more that feeling fades and the more genuine that warm pride in his chest starts to feel. ]
Snalex is good? I was thinking, like, Bloodvenom, but Snalex is better. And, uh - I was thinking you could have one of the hammocks outside, so you could both, like, lay in it and read a book together at sunset, and then you could have one inside so you could, um-- have one... inside. I guess. It's up to you, though. Obviously.
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[he's blushing, just thinking about how nice it'd be; he's touched. he's so stupidly touched by this pile of stuff, all selected carefully for a home he, lowkey, has no idea what to fill with, after he's picked up Alex and Jack and placed them inside. Odin's just given him his answer -- he'll fill it with what his friends think he should have, because they know him, and what he likes and needs, often better than he does]
[the gifts that speak to Alex, and what she wants and needs, he loves even more]
Alex is gonna love the lights... and think this wood burning stuff is cool. I dunno if you know, but she's crazy artistic, she's learning how to weld right now? [...] Is there bacon in here?
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[ he trails off, a bit, not exactly apologetic but not really sure how to handle all this approval and affection without being kind of overly humble and vaguely defeatist about it. he takes a couple breaths to chill out and ends up laughing at the bacon thing. ]
Oh, yeah! I got Peter a twelve pack of this deodorant that smells like bacon? I got some for myself, too. It is the worst.
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[but Magnus turns his attention back to Odin's bashfulness]
You don't need to give us stuff. Um, I do love it all, though. Alex will too, if you end up getting her anything like this. [it's his turn to feel bashful] Um, I didn't know what I was gonna put in the treehouse, once it was done... so this all helps. It helps a lot.
[a slightly stunned silence] I didn't actually think of bookshelves. I guess stacks on the floor would have been kind of hoarder-y?
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[ He's trying not to think about this whole space show thing being a government conspiracy or whatever, because, like, the last thing he needs is to dwell on the idea that maybe he's going to be permanently sacrificed in some big anti-import movement - but. He's got a chance to tell someone he cares about them, so he's taking it. ]
I'm glad I could help, and also prevent your hoarder-y ways from exacerbating themselves. You've got beds, right? Kitchen stuff? Like, a fridge? I'm sure you could get a cool fridge that looks like a deer or something. And-- wait, you're set on electricity, right? I could power the tree with magic, if you don't have it covered.
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[he sounds distracted. he's looking at his neat presents, thinking about how nice of a gesture this was. how he can see home in these things, in a way he didn't really understand before]
These little trees are so cute? What the hel...