Who: Loki & Frigga (potentially others a bit later) Where: Living-room, little Asgard When: Early evening What: Discovering a door Warnings: None
It was a quiet evening. He was no god that would scorn a good party. But there was something to be said about a quiet evening with a good book. Of course, most books that he read nowadays served one purpose and one purpose alone: killing Thanos. It was a balancing act: careful preparation weight against a sense of urgency. The man needed to burn. To rot. He needed to be gone from any imaginable world that was out there. It was an itch that needed to be satisfied as much as a danger that needed culling.
So Loki read. One page after another as he climbed deeper into the wizard's world. Their theories about the world and its multiple universes were so different to what he had learned in Asgard and yet, in some paragraphs he could spot the parallels. Glimpses of what his mother had taught him. Subconsciously, he glanced over the rim of his book to where he mother was seated. There were still moments where he believed her to be gone. Seeing her gentle features once more was a balm. Not that he would admit it. The moment her eyes swayed into his direction his gaze dropped back unto the book resting in his lap.