[Loki dreads difficult situations and conversations. Of course, he has his words and words have always come easy to him. But there is also a sense of betrayal, anger...emotions he rather does not have. He has no idea that Billy has been responsible for this, he figures it is a mean trick the Malnosso played on him. A very mean trick.
Because he knew he had Leah and Thor around him and he had been quite happy. Not that Loki dares to believe in a perfect life, things are never perfect. There was always a catch and if he would wish things to be perfect he had to work for it. But those days, he did.
Until that one day where they were gone and he was without them again. And he was so very sure that they were here, with him. Because Leah left a mean punch in the gut and he was quite sure he had been sitting on Thor's back when he flew above the village. And now his apartment was awfully empty again and Loki feels awfully empty as well.
He knows he will feel better eventually, get over it and move on. Time heals all wounds.
But then there is a knock on the door and Loki knows he has to get on his feet and pretend he is okay. Only not. And a full smile is difficult when he opens the door.]
Ah hello, hello. I have not prepared shaken milk...or tidied my quarters.
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Because he knew he had Leah and Thor around him and he had been quite happy. Not that Loki dares to believe in a perfect life, things are never perfect. There was always a catch and if he would wish things to be perfect he had to work for it. But those days, he did.
Until that one day where they were gone and he was without them again. And he was so very sure that they were here, with him. Because Leah left a mean punch in the gut and he was quite sure he had been sitting on Thor's back when he flew above the village. And now his apartment was awfully empty again and Loki feels awfully empty as well.
He knows he will feel better eventually, get over it and move on. Time heals all wounds.
But then there is a knock on the door and Loki knows he has to get on his feet and pretend he is okay. Only not. And a full smile is difficult when he opens the door.]
Ah hello, hello. I have not prepared shaken milk...or tidied my quarters.