This weekend was awesome! Sorry for the slow updates but I'm back now so HELLO! I've been listening to this song all weekend, God help me... It is a Thorki-Fave!
"It seems our accommodations have already been arranged." Thor grinned at the tiny shit-zu curled upon a broken hammock.
Its fur was matted with bronze blood which could easily be disguised as grime, so both boys had thought it easier for the youngest to shape shift into an animal until they were safely behind closed doors.
The tiny pup yawned in response, nuzzling its head upon the large man's ankle.
"I understand you are tired, dear brother." The blonde chuckled, leaning against the dumpster in the alley with a loud yawn himself. "Just several more moments and Son of Anders will have our co-ordinates."
If shit-zus could roll their eyes, Loki would have.
He ignored the bewildered glares thrown their way whenever a civilian passed the alley.
It wasn't that Loki could blame them for being intrigued, however.
A mountain of a teenager was talking to himself (rather loudly, might I add) in an unpleasant smelling alley, wearing huge silver plates of armor, a crimson cape and wielding a rather eccentric looking hammer. He looked like a poor excuse for a Fairy book villain, also known as Thor Odinson.
The mortals of Midgard, dressed in rather underwhelming items of what appeared to be cotton, gaped at him like he was some obnoxious, scary alien.
Which, Loki supposed he was.
Suddenly, a small man with cropped blue hair stumbled into the darkness.
His eyes were beady, hidden behind thick-rimmed spectacles and his mouth seemed to be drawn into a comically perfect "O".
Strange symbols were carved upon his shirt, appearing to be rather loud letters of the alphabet.
SUPERMAN!
Hmm, how strange, Loki pondered, scratching an itch on his head with the scruff of Thor's boot.
"Son of Anders!" the said-brother boomed, and Loki inwardly cringed.
Surely, such a small, peaceful town wasn't acquainted to his older sibling's thunderous welcoming.
Loki wasn't even sure he was, even after 700 years of being by his side...
"My name is Kieran Anderson," the man sniffed, fumbling in his large trouser pockets for something. His accent was fascinating, every vowel was pronounced in a cocky and alien way, "Twenty-three years of age, Caucasian, suffering from extreme anxiety and stress over the latest Batman comic and I work in the Book store next door. I've lived here my whole life-,"
"The introduction is unnecessary," Thor rudely interrupted with a huge, smart-mouth grin on his face.
He roughly took Kieran's tiny hand and shook it once... twice, and then released it.
Kieran almost tumbled backwards from the force and took a moment to gather his bearings, shoving the glasses back onto his face with an annoyed grunt.
"Your life is incredibly boring Son of Anders, have you never noticed? By Odin, I swear I aged several millennia just listening to your mortal blabber!"
"Well, it seemed you needed to hear it! Son of Anders isn't my name, dipshit,"
Thor was startled, the look of abject shock forcing hysteric cackles from the tiny shit-zu.
Kieran blinked at it, but quickly resumed his search for whatever it was he was looking for to begin with.
The young man was obviously used to the presence of Gods... or perhaps he was so looped in his own tragic, pathetic little life that he couldn't figure out who they were.
"These are your keys, Mr Hiddlesworth. I hope you have a chill time in Newcastle." The young man almost threw the silver device at them before stumbling back out of the hallway. "The terrace is on Avenue 31, house 12. Oh! And I'd clean the mutt if I were you!"
"I shall begin this quest immediately!" Thor shouted back with up most defiance. "Thank you for greeting us at the Castle of New! I know not what a mutt is but I shall most definitely clean it." He winked in conspiracy, even though the alley was now empty. "Thank you Son of Anders! Until our next meeting, I bid you farewell."
Loki wanted to hide his face and deny any relation to this lumbering fool.
He was apparently the most respected boy in Asgard, yet he possessed the brains of a mutated piglet.
All Loki wanted to do was go to their new home, rest, and hopefully heal the lashes completely come morning.
Scooping the small dog into his arms, Thor proceeded to almost skip down the road, asking directions from any person he laid eyes upon.
They answered with explicit hesitation, which the 16 year old didn't seem to care about at all.
Loki didn't have the energy to shift into his human form either, just to slap the oaf around the head for being such a dim-witted pansy.
Instead, he snuggled his furry little face into Thor's armpit (just to hide his face, of course) and drifted into a light doze.
Both boys had a lot of thinking to do.
But that could wait until tomorrow.
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