I made and ordered an “I’d rather be doing Calculus” shirt
I made and ordered an “I’d rather be doing Calculus” shirt
I think I deserve an award for having this much crap in my head.
Thor’s plan — as it usually was, ironically enough — was to wreak havoc on the Jotunns; partially out of revenge, but mostly out of boredom. Loki certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea, but that made him no less wary. There were too many variables, and too many ways that the excursion could inevitably end — usually this is what made Thor’s adventures and Loki’s pranks fun, but this time everything weighed a little heavier.
The first thing Loki saw was the never-ending snow. Then he looked to Thor, who only looked forward. He resisted the urge to close his eyes, bask in the cold and the flurries, as he had done on previous ventures into this realm.
Sif commented on the barren land, the absence of natives. Loki scoffed, but Thor merely told them to move. He pulled his coat tighter around him unconsciously.
A snowflake fell onto his lower lip, but as their group began to move forward, he only wiped it away, cursing the air for tricking him into comfort.
My friend said that her main issue with Tobey Maguire as Spider-man was his highly probable derpability. I decided to test her theory.
and, of course, the infamous derp cry:
Then Tony got drunk and fell over.
Thinking about tutoring students in English this year, to better myself and save up money. Just trying to figure out how to go about it…
Anyone ever tutored before? How’d you guys do it?
The day before he would be crowned as king, Thor couldn’t stop fidgetting.
He sat in the chair in Loki’s bedroom (it was always Loki’s bedroom, never Thor’s, for when could anyone ever make the man leave his sanctuary except for food or a good bit of mischief?), leaning his elbows on his knees, and twiddling his fingers together. Sometimes he would tap his foot. Then he might lean against the back of the chair, sighing and stretching but never relaxing.
Eventually, Loki just wouldn’t have it.
“Thor, please,” he drawled. “If you are so intent on keeping me from reading, then I must ask you, kindly, to leave.”
“I apologize, brother,” Thor sighed. “I suppose I… don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Go bother father, then,” Loki muttered, turning his eyes back to the text.
Thor didn’t hear him. “I would spar with Hogun were mother not so concerned about keeping me in good health for tomorrow.”
“Or bother Sif. ”
“Oh, tomorrow,” Thor groaned. He stood from the chair and began to pace the room.
Loki huffed in annoyance and slammed the book shut. “What have you to worry about?” he nearly snapped.
“I’m not worried.”
“Oh, aren’t you, though, Thor?” Loki argued. He gestured to his brother’s fast pace. “For what other reason would you be so restless? I know that it is an important day, brother, but, really, you must relax.”
Thor stopped pacing and sighed. “You… are right.”
“But what am I to do until then?” Thor asked. “While I am idle, thinking about my — my future as king is all I can do. I am not worried, but…”
“Then why bother thinking about it?” Loki said. “Thor, I would say that it is healthy to be worried about having so much responsibility about to be thrust onto your shoulders. It is natural to be thinking so much on your future and, even, on the future of Asgard.”
Thor nodded stiffly.
“But do please find a way to cure this insufferable restlessness. Everything will be fine,” he said. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Thor let out a big breath. “Yes. Right.” He began towards the door. “Perhaps I’ll share a bottle of mead with Fandral. …Surely he’s around somewhere.”
“Yes,” Loki sighed, picking his book up again, “go.”
You’re not the only one who must ready himself for tomorrow.
I still can’t believe that I’ll be a barista at Starbucks in three days.
Katie and I are taking over. LOOK OUT, COFFEE-LOVERS.
“You lied to me, brother.”
Loki looked up from his book at long last. Thor was standing in the doorway to his room, arms at his sides and fists clenched. Loki put the book down on the table and turned towards him in the chair.
“You lied to me about reforming,” said Thor tensely.
“I did not,” Loki returned. He crossed his brows. “Why would you say otherwise?”
Thor took a breath. “You went to the World Tree where Heimdall could not see you. Then suddenly you were in Jotunheim. Next, Helblindi sent word to Odin that precious artifacts had been stolen from his palace, and I find you here reading ancient texts.”
“As I’ve always done, Thor,” Loki snapped. “Are you accusing me of stealing artifacts from Jotunheim? Is that what this is?”
“I wish I could say otherwise, brother, but even I can see the events line up.”
Loki stared. The problem with being the Liesmith of Asgard was that even when he told the truth, no one knew when to believe him. Even though his deeds spoke only good things of him as of late, a single misunderstanding could twist everything around and make him into the villain again. Yet his only way to make the truth known was through witnesses, and even though Thor hadn’t been there in Jotunheim, whatever Thor said about Loki’s trip would determine what everyone else said about it. Thor had to know the truth. The trick was breaking through his brother’s anger.
“Thor,” Loki began. “Since you saved me from the Void, I have spoken nothing but the truth. Heimdall’s all-seeing eyes can tell you so. You know this.”
Thor stared for a moment, but eventually nodded and stepped into the room.
“Then believe me now, brother,” Loki said, lower. “I went into Jotunheim to inform Helblindi of his stolen artifacts.”
“What?” said Thor.
“I saw them in the hands of a stranger, walking the streets of Asgard. I knew Odin wouldn’t believe me if I told him, so I went directly to the Jotunn king himself. He was only supposed to tell Odin to… keep an eye out for them. Perhaps send Asgardians to look and investigate. But I see the giant didn’t think to elaborate on the situation.”
Thor watched his brother carefully, allowing Loki to watch his changing expressions. He looked apologetic now and bowed his head, as he seemed to nearly deflate. Something in Loki’s stomach clenched. “I am sorry, brother,” said Thor, “that my first instinct was to blame you. You know that I trust you.”
Loki swallowed. Yes, he knew that. He knew it well. Thor was the only person that trusted him. In the past, his blind faith had only led him into trouble when it came to his brother, but now it could be the catalyst for changing Asgard’s perceptions of him. Now it was the anchor that kept Loki inspired to lie for the good of people, and not for a selfish agenda.
“Don’t worry, Thor,” said the smaller figure in the room. “I am used to accusations. Let them come.”
Thor creased his brow in worry, but could find no argument against his brother. His shoulders finally lost their tension as he nodded and took his leave of Loki’s bedroom.
Let them come, Loki thought, so long as one person still stands behind me.