InsaneJournal

Who: Loki and Marcus
What: Loki requires some assistance
When: Recently
Where: In a park gazebo
Rating: PG (Will Update, as needed)
Status: In Progress



His brother would have mocked his choice of where to make his perch, for leave to Loki to visit a park on a marvelously sunny day in California and set up in the most reclusive, shaded quadrant of the area. Far from the open fields where children played -- very far -- Loki had constructed his nest in a dilapidated gazebo. And a nest it truly appeared to be: sturdy leather bags for traveling, papers to the left and right of him, schoolwork to grade, tablets upon both knees, and himself in the center, cross-legged on the floor, because the ancient seating could not support so much weight, of which his lanky frame might not have comprised the majority.

Whether he looked more like a busy tenant or the prince of nothing was for passersby to decide. Either way, he gave off the impression that he owned the site and would not enjoy company. Loki had tuned out the surrounding noises with music playing through earbuds that connected to one of the two tablets and he had receded into the deep interior of his vast playground of a mind. Still, he would have noticed another person in a fraction of a second -- and likely snapped at them -- had anyone attempted to test the idea that the park was public and one man had no right to claim quite so much of it.

So when the papers began to fly away on a gust of wind, Loki was on his feet in seconds. Yet somehow, he was already too late. "Shit!" he hissed, watching his hard work make a clumsy escape -- and just as clumsily, because he had first to secure the papers that remained in the gazebo, Loki ran down the stairs and through the grass, looking for all the world like a man suffering an enormous indignity, ignoring the fact that he was the only one responsible for the mess as he cursed whatever god had frowned on him.