logan fox ✶ loki laufeyson (formischief) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-12-01 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | james fox, logan fox |
Who: Logan and James Fox.
What: Brothers reunited.
Where: A diner in Queens, hilariously named Frosty's.
When: Saturday night, December 1st, 2012.
Warnings: Come on, people. It's Thor and Loki. This isn't going to end well. :(
Logan Fox didn't do nostalgia – at least, not where people could see. The club he ran in Chicago made a mockery of sentimentality on purpose, and never failed to take advantage of those who felt it. Logan Fox was a god. He was above sentiment, and there was nothing in the Nine Realms that could ever induce such a lowly, human emotion in his long blackened heart. Not a damn thing.
If this place seemed like it was the one exception to this very strict rule, it wasn't. Not in the way mortals thought. Coming to Frosty's Diner on the eve of December 1st had always been something of a tradition in the Fox family, ever since Logan was small, but it wasn't the kind you remembered affectionately. It was the kind of tradition that made him more bitter every year. Today was his mother's birthday. His foster mother's, that is – not his real mother's, as Anne Fox saw fit to remind him almost every day of his existence, and today of all days especially. Tormenting Logan, blaming him for everything that had gone wrong in her life had always been Anne's favorite hobby, and she never failed to indulge herself on her birthday after downing half a bottle of Jack. Every year she'd make him wish her happy birthday, and every year after blowing out her candles, she'd shoot him an ugly smile and say she wished he'd never been born. Every year.
The only consolation was that she passed out early, and she never noticed when her real son snuck his younger half-brother out for a few hours, giving them both a much-needed escape from home. James took his brother to Frosty's, the 24-hour diner down the street that had the best milkshakes in all of New York, and treated him to whatever he wanted. Logan hardly ever smiled when he was a kid, but when Connie brought out his giant chocolate milkshake with a mountain of whipped cream and a cherry on top, the miserable little boy would light up like a Christmas tree. The two brothers came to Frosty's all the time, but on those nights, it was different. Almost like they forgot why they were there in the first place. In spite of everything else, that had always made December 1st Logan's favorite day of the year.
And then he grew up. He changed. He killed his "mother" on December 1st, and came to Frosty's right afterwards. Ordered a milkshake and celebrated. As soon as he was rich enough, he bought the place and kept it running, and only visited it once a year, when this most auspicious of anniversaries rolled around once more. That was the only kind of nostalgia Logan Fox could feel anymore, and the idle smile on his face as he stirred his half-drunk milkshake in his lone booth in the corner was far from fond. It was cold and remorseless. And, to him? It was justified.
"Happy birthday, Mom." Every year, just like she wanted. His smile curled sharply and he took another sip.