I spoke to god today, and she said that she's ashamed. WHO: Anna and Loki WHERE: Anna & Isaac's Apartment WHEN: Thursday, Now! WHAT: Keeping each other company, talking about death here and what it means. WARNING: Possible crude nature. Giggles. STATUS: Complete
When Loki told America he had no desire to punch anything, it was a lie. He was more than frustrated for several reasons, and punching something did seem ideal, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything and would lend his energy to better things. Besides, punching was for Thor and America, he'd leave it to them.
How he felt about Thor's absence was still a mystery. A little empty, perhaps, but Loki was not a leech nor shadow to his brother. He had become independent enough, took on his own adventures, his own tasks. He didn't need the God of Thunder to be around and make everything alright. It just would have been...more convenient. Sometimes the giant oaf was the balance that Loki needed, the reminder, or even the little bit of understanding and security he got from no one else.
Yet Anna was right. Company would do him good, and he would like to return the gesture she was so graciously offering, especially because he did feel bad for not getting to her in time at the hotel. He had told Elsa that he would get to her so in actuality he'd let them both down. This was not alright with him.
Armed with an arsenal of chocolate from the store in the square as per his knowledge of the chocolate fondness shared between the sisters and Chavez's suggestion, the would be God knocked on the door, rocking lightly on his heels. He wasn't sure what sort of chocolate she liked so he did in fact get just about anything he could grab on the shelf. "Olly olly oxen free!"