Who: Shannon & Loki When: Morning Where: Park in Wheel 1, just outside Little Asgard What: Snowball fight? Warnings: Snowball violence? Accusations towards innocent wolves?
A contentment had settled into the Jotunn’s feature. He had recovered all of the infinity stones over the last few weeks but hardly used them. Instead, he had sought out the quiet more often than not. The family inside was safe and recovering. He wasn’t needed. It had given the rage and fear time to muffle itself. It was still there, lingering beneath the surface, waiting for the next moment to pounce. But right now he had time to be himself. The lack of responsibility was something he missed at times. To be able to do what he wanted as if tomorrow did not count… but that was only rarely his life nowadays.
It did not mean he could not have a little fun every now and then. A small smile appeared on his lips as he saw the little dragoness exiting the conservatory of their house. Snow stretched out to his left and right where he said just beneath a tree in the park. Myrkvan, the black wolfdog, lay stretched out next to him. He couldn’t resist it. He formed a snowball and hurled it into Shannon’s direction. A moment later, he gestured to the wolf. “They have been raised without manners,” he said deadpan, mirth sparkling in his eyes. His hand wandered back to form the next snowball.