The Oldest Mikaelson

ϾHΛPТΞЯ 16

"Finnick." Loki said.
"Loki."
"it has been a while, hadn't it, little brother?" he raised an eyebrow.
Finn sighed.
"As much as I hate this, Good to see you too, after 900 years. you look dashing."
Loki grinned.
"You too."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Why do you assume I want something, can't I visit my Little brother?" Loki said mockingly, clutching his chest.
Finn rolled his eyes.
"You always do."
he mummured.
"Brother, I need to know one thing. Why are you working with our darling mother to kill us?"
Finn did not look regretful that he was caught.
"Because she promised me that she would make me a witch instead of a vampire." he gritted out, sounding disgusted with the word vampire coming out of his mouth.
"What is wrong with being a vampire?"
"Because you kill innocent people."
"Finnick." Loki tsked. "Nik was not lying about you being a dullard."
Finn glared.
"We are vampires, predators, we kill to survive and sustain ourselves."
Finn shook his head.
"But killing innocent people is against my morals. I am not going to kill for sport or whatever you do."
Loki shrugged.
"Not my problem. But bloodbags exists, you know? You could always use them if you don't want to kill."
"But still, I miss being a witch."
"You are not the only one, Finn. Kol does too. Infact it turned out that he still had his magic and is technically an hybrid."
Finn's expression changed. He looked nervous.
"Loki, can I confess something?"
"sure."
"Sage found me."
"Uh? Congratulations, I guess?"
Finn shook his head.
"She said she had been looking for me for 900 years. I like someone else and I don't want her to find out. What should I do?"
"Who is the unfortunate gal or guy?"
Finn swallowed.
"It is Alaric."