Come away little lad WHO: Anna & Loki WHERE: Anna's Apartment WHEN: Tuesday, Afternoon WHAT: Everyone is being odd. Loki goes to seek an opinion from Anna but gets killed instead. WARNING: Language, violence, character death. STATUS: Complete
"Anna!" Loki knocks at her door somewhat haphazardly, feeling a little rude, but, knowing Anna she wouldn't mind. He didn't know how much time he had before his sex-crazed girlfriend would wake up and start an assault on the town in the search for her next orgasm. Something most people wouldn't be complaining about, yet, Loki did love Elsa and care enough to know that something was wrong. It seemed that a few other people were acting weird but he hadn't exactly had the time to be searching through the network.
The only person who knew Elsa better than he did was Anna. She'd know what to do. Or alternatively, they could plot together, as they did. And what a conversation this would be! Hello, yes, your previously shy and conservative sister is now a nymphomaniac. Thoughts?
"It's Loki, I, er...need your help. Please." He'd never seen this sort of behavior before. At first he thought possibly, possession. But no. This was still Elsa she was just consumed with ahem, darker desires. Very odd, but definitely tomfoolery going on.