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What I Wrote Last Night
Jan. 21st, 2021 06:10 pmSmall snip from a future chapter:
"Since we were speaking of my own marriage prospects, what of yours?" Loki asked, reaching for an apple from a nearby bowl.
Thor's frown deepened. "We have not spoken of such things since Jötunheimr," he said.
The trip had seemed so long ago. Loki had done so much since that disaster, that he was surprised to realise it had only been in the spring.
"Have you tried apologising?" he asked. "I hear that tends to help."
Thor shook his head. "She says I do not respect her." He picked up half a rabbit from a nearby tray and dropped it onto a plate before him.
Loki said nothing to that, taking a bite of his apple instead. It wasn't difficult to agree with Sif, when Loki had seen the whole ordeal play out before him.
"Bachelors have more fun anyway," Loki said instead.
"Yes, you can break all the rules you like, Loki. But a king needs an heir." Thor turned his frown to the rabbit and tore into it. "I cannot just conjure one up out of thin air."
Loki shrugged. "Is that not precisely what Father would have done had the war ended a season earlier?" he asked. He wondered how Odin would have hoped to explain that away. With Thor only a few days old, he could not have hoped for a more convenient lie.
He turned his attention from Thor's constant dour state and looked around the hall. As he spotted Odin walking out to the terrace, Loki stood to follow after him, leaving Thor behind to contemplate his future romantic prospects. He found Odin watching out over the kingdom beyond the palace, contemplating his own unknown mysteries. Loki stood next to him and leaned against the balustrate to peer at the courtyard below.
"I see my son is out of his bed," Odin said. "And without that beast at his side."
And there it was. Loki ignored the snipe and took another bite of his apple. So far, it had done nothing for his headache. If anything, the crunch of the fruit made the pain worse with each bite.
"Since we were speaking of my own marriage prospects, what of yours?" Loki asked, reaching for an apple from a nearby bowl.
Thor's frown deepened. "We have not spoken of such things since Jötunheimr," he said.
The trip had seemed so long ago. Loki had done so much since that disaster, that he was surprised to realise it had only been in the spring.
"Have you tried apologising?" he asked. "I hear that tends to help."
Thor shook his head. "She says I do not respect her." He picked up half a rabbit from a nearby tray and dropped it onto a plate before him.
Loki said nothing to that, taking a bite of his apple instead. It wasn't difficult to agree with Sif, when Loki had seen the whole ordeal play out before him.
"Bachelors have more fun anyway," Loki said instead.
"Yes, you can break all the rules you like, Loki. But a king needs an heir." Thor turned his frown to the rabbit and tore into it. "I cannot just conjure one up out of thin air."
Loki shrugged. "Is that not precisely what Father would have done had the war ended a season earlier?" he asked. He wondered how Odin would have hoped to explain that away. With Thor only a few days old, he could not have hoped for a more convenient lie.
He turned his attention from Thor's constant dour state and looked around the hall. As he spotted Odin walking out to the terrace, Loki stood to follow after him, leaving Thor behind to contemplate his future romantic prospects. He found Odin watching out over the kingdom beyond the palace, contemplating his own unknown mysteries. Loki stood next to him and leaned against the balustrate to peer at the courtyard below.
"I see my son is out of his bed," Odin said. "And without that beast at his side."
And there it was. Loki ignored the snipe and took another bite of his apple. So far, it had done nothing for his headache. If anything, the crunch of the fruit made the pain worse with each bite.
