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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[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?"