Loki Odinson
Location: Apartment building | Tags: Thor, Jormungandr, Gabby, and Fenrir
Loki dialed the nearest pizzeria, his back turned on his guests for a moment as he glanced out of a large floor to ceiling window. A rather tired sounding Midgardian answered his dialed call and Loki pursed his lips together for a second before ordering a large pizza with cheese and pepperoni on all but two slices, which he ordered with only cheese and pineapple. It did occur to him how truly bizarre this was. He was a crowned prince of Asgard, the rightful king of Jotunheim, and he was ordering pizza from an overworked Midgardian for some kid and his brother, the king. Or was Thor still king of Asgard? Thor had mentioned something about passing that title onto the Valkyrie, but he can't have been serious. Right? There was a lot that Loki needed to catch up on, it seemed.
As his brother criticized his taste in Midgardian beverages, Loki rolled his eyes, though he smiled. "Just because you have poor taste in--" Turning back toward his guests, the god immediately froze. The child was attempting to interact with Fenrir, clearly without knowing the type of potential danger she was putting herself into. And to make matters more complicated, Loki caught sight of his brother curling his fingers around the handle of his hammer. As much as Loki did not want any harm to come to Gabby, the sparks of seidr immediately gathering around Loki’s fingertips was not called upon to defend the girl, but to defend Fenrir. If a fight did break out, it was Loki's first instinct to protect his son against Thor, rather than to protect a Midgardian girl against his son.














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