CLOSED.

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CHARACTERS: Loki & Ahad
DATE: Just after the hospital infiltration.
WARNINGS: Talking about cannibalism due to the context, perhaps. It's them, so tread careful. As always, I'll add if needed.
SUMMARY: There's something worrisome in the midst of the gods.


the world itself is a bad dream

[ Woodhurst has been many things, but quiet has not been one of them. at least, not during Loki's stay. there had been tossed into the midst of the pandemic, Loki only pausing to travel back through the timestream to Asgardia, where he was exiled and damned to the slim, cold space between the realms. there was truth curse to deal with, after that, King Loki's middle finger to his younger self, but there was assurance, too.

assurance that he'd never turn into that.

it had left him with a new perspective, tearing a hole between his expectations of himself and what would eventually come to pass. it left more room for other things, and other things encompassed affections that he had tried so hard to ignore in the past, calling them a hindrance rather than a means of growth. it had been something out of control, and it still was.

the apartments that they're staying in is upper scale, with a vast, abandoned roof. at least, no one wants to weather the cold. Loki doesn't care. he knows Ahad will seek him out, eventually, so he waits for him. there are snowflakes framing the green hoodie, and Loki watching the streets from up high. ]