Loki’s a dutiful father.
Schlagwort: beaker
Loki comes home and they chat for a while. Conversation topics are somewhat restricted, though. It sucks not having any memories…
After Loki left for work the next day, Circe is left on her own.
“Hey there, little one. You must be Freyja, huh? Now now, don’t cry…”
“Welcome home, son.”
“Oh thank god she didn’t harm you!”
“Hey, stay away from me! Who are you? Ugh, I feel… funny. I must’ve bumped my head somewhere… Where am I?”
“Circe! Freyja!”
“Hey there, little one. Well, aren’t you just the cutest? Aw, stop crying, Mommy is… inconvenienced, but Aunt Olive is here, don’t you fret!”
“Wait! What are you doing here?! Where’s Loki? Don’t you dare-”
Olive wastes no time on that blond idiot. She is looking for something and the footsteps she can hear upstairs seem promising.
“Hi there. I’m looking for my son. I think you might know him.”
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