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neutral_omens2006-10-17 09:25 pm
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Time: September 27, 2000
Place: The Attic
Status: Private (Loki, John) (complete)
Summary: John confronts Loki.
That Hugo-kid was poking around in his room with a vacuum cleaner, Loki had found when he'd returned from a short and very cautious visit with Binky. The black doggie hadn't been around, nor had he seen Horus so he'd come back early to read in peace.
Peace and vacuum cleaners didn't go together too well, though, so he'd gone up to the attic to put the finishing touches on his picture of Frigga. She might have been an annoying bitch most of the time, but she'd helped him a lot during some of the worst times in his life. He'd never forget the picture of her holding tiny newborn Sleipnir under his nostrils for inspection.
Anyway, Frigga deserved her place on the wall with the rest of the family, he'd decided once he'd run out of children, wives, blood-brothers and blood brothers' companions to draw.
He'd only just picked up his paints and paint brush when the door opened again, though.
Place: The Attic
Status: Private (Loki, John) (complete)
Summary: John confronts Loki.
That Hugo-kid was poking around in his room with a vacuum cleaner, Loki had found when he'd returned from a short and very cautious visit with Binky. The black doggie hadn't been around, nor had he seen Horus so he'd come back early to read in peace.
Peace and vacuum cleaners didn't go together too well, though, so he'd gone up to the attic to put the finishing touches on his picture of Frigga. She might have been an annoying bitch most of the time, but she'd helped him a lot during some of the worst times in his life. He'd never forget the picture of her holding tiny newborn Sleipnir under his nostrils for inspection.
Anyway, Frigga deserved her place on the wall with the rest of the family, he'd decided once he'd run out of children, wives, blood-brothers and blood brothers' companions to draw.
He'd only just picked up his paints and paint brush when the door opened again, though.
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"And I don't want anything to do with any friends of yours anyway!"
He threw the oil paints and paintbrush into his hammock, grabbed his favourite book of the moment and decided to spend the rest of the day in bed. He wasn't going to cry, though and if he was, it wouldn't have anything to do with John. Loki didn't cry over humans. He was going to cry, because Odin had left him. That was what he was going to do.