The Roof, Sunday Evening

[abitlowkey]

After spending a week trapped as some other version of himself who was trapped in detention, there were things that Loki needed to do. Important things.

"I missed the opening ceremony!" Loki cried, frowning at his Tumblr dashboard. "This is most unfair."

Yes. This was very important. Now he would scroll through it on his pad of I while sitting on the edge of the roof. As one does.

[[Open, of course! Totally done spamming you now]]

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[life_inshadow]

by the time Tara mde it to the roof, she'd overheard enough in the halls to be almost certain her weird dream wasn't a dream at all. But, thinking it over, she felt like she'd gotten off easy in some ways.

She hadn't been in detention. She hadn't gotten hurt. She hadn't died. She'd taught a class and been afraid of her own shadow and found a book, and that was --

That was over. She'd feel better once she had some fresh air, she told herself.

"Hey," she said, wandering over to Loki. "I w-was wondering if ... anybody else would be up here."

[abitlowkey]

"Hello, Tara!" Loki replied brightly. "Would you like to see gifs of the Olympics?"

See, he dealt with things by being a god who didn't care. It was an excellent method.

[life_inshadow]

"I..." Tara blinked a whole lot. She did care, but there was something to be said for the benefits of denial. "I guess, yeah."

She scooched closer to him. "What, um, sports?"

[abitlowkey]

"At the moment, I am still catching up on the opening ceremony." A beat. "For the next Olympics, I believe I shall have to attend in person."

Burdened with a glorious purpose.

[life_inshadow]

"You can get in?" Tara was impressed, momentarily forgetting who and what Loki was. then she remembered and looked a bit sheepish. "Oh wait. I guess tickets being expensive and hard to get is ... really not a factor for you, huh?"

[abitlowkey]

"Tickets?" WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?

[life_inshadow]

"Well, yeah," Tara said, puzzled. "I mean, I don't know about the Olympics exactly, but ... usually for something big like that you have to buy tickets way in advance. Or know somebody."

[abitlowkey]

Loki gave that all the more consideration. "I suppose one might have to do that. But if I can simply teleport us there, it wouldn't even be a bother to them."

No, Loki. Just. No.

[life_inshadow]

"... maybe if you could cloak us s-so nobody noticed we were there." Tara, you should not be giving this serious consideration.

[abitlowkey]

"An excellent suggestion! Shall we attend then?"

[life_inshadow]

"Sure," Tara hazarded, blinking. Blinking a lot. "So ... was last week normal for you?"

He was sure acting like it had been, anyhow.

[abitlowkey]

"I was in detention. Without any wifi."

[life_inshadow]

"I'm sorry," Tara told him sincerely. "I was ... trying to get you guys out. Sort of. Mostly I was just scared."

[abitlowkey]

"Oh, it was no bother beyond that," he informed her earnestly. "Mine brother would have come looking for me eventually. And then crushed them all beneath the mighty weight of Mjolnir."

[life_inshadow]

Tara smiled. "I would have liked to see that," she said. "It sounds like it'd be therapeutic to watch."

[abitlowkey]

"He is a force of nature when stirred to anger." A beat. "I do mean that literally."

[life_inshadow]

"No, I know," Tara said. "God of thunder, right?"

[abitlowkey]

"And prone to berserker rages." At least, Loki hoped this sort of thing would cause one. Seeing as he was Thor's only living brother now.

[life_inshadow]

"My brother once broke a CD over his knee?" Tara tried. "It was skipping."

Yeah, not the same thing.

[abitlowkey]

"That is... very assertive?"