So its 3:30 in the morning and I’m getting up at 9:30 to go to the zoo tomorrow. So yeah, bedtime. Night, love.s<3
Dummy cocked his head slightly and shifted to lean in closer to Loki. “You have? You have some plan going, don’t you?” He asked, grinning at that. He loved when Loki surprised him.
Loki grinned slightly, leaning in and stealing a gentle kiss. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he murmured.
"Okay? You call this being okay? You’re drenched in blood right now. How am I supposed to feel about this?
"It is not that bad of a wound!"
"Yeah he is a good guy," Dean’s brow scrunched together and he nodded his head. Having a class with Loki every semester meant he had witnessed some rather—-well, things he never really thought guys he knew since grade school were capable of. He wiped the expression from his face."You seem to be talking to me alright."
A frown made its way onto Loki’s face and he hesitated, shrugging slightly and turning his gaze back to his sketchbook. “I mean, you started the conversation, and…you’ve been nice so far,” he said, voice quiet.
“Can I get you…”
He frowned, looking at the other. “Do I know you?”
"W-what?" Tears stung the God’s eyes as he tried to sit up, only to find himself collapsing to the ground once more. "Dummy…Dummy, please…"
Dummy looked up at Loki, blinking slowly, before he looked back down and scrubbed at his face. Damn, his mind was fucked up. “Stupid hallucinations. Loki wouldn’t come after me.” He whispered, voice cracking as he shook his head. No, of course he wouldn’t. Loki hated him, and rightfully too. Dummy should have known. He just loathed himself for all of this, for hurting Loki.
That comment hurt and Loki bit down on his lip. But for now, he was still confused and angry and scared. So he just stepped forward and grabbed Dummy’s arm lightly, trying to pull him to his feet. “Damn it,” he growled, “Look, I’m not strong enough to pull you up right now. You shouldn’t have come here, Dummy…”
"I would trade these to draw that," Dean pointed to the tiger. "I have to say a tiger is a lot cooler than an engine block."
"Mr. Winchester, as enthralling as I am sure your Neanderthalic ways are—you should not be bothering the rest of the class with them. Perhaps you would like detention on top of tutoring?"
"I’m good." He couldn’t hold back his laugh and as soon as the teacher’s back was turned once more—he was talking to Loki.
"Anyway, so you know Sammy?"
Loki looked away as soon as the teacher’s gaze was on them, fighting back laughter. Once he was sure the teacher had turned his attention back to the board, he turned to Dean again.
"Yeah, I do," he said, nodding. "I mean…I don’t really talk to him much…I don’t really talk to anyone much. But he’s nice to me, so I think he’s pretty cool."
He could laugh all he wanted, but Clint wasn’t flinching. He had heard something a long time ago and he wanted to know if it was true. “A God huh?” This raised a quiet chuckle, time to test his theory. “See, Loki, I heard something different. I heard that you’re adopted. That you and Goldilocks are no more related than you and I.” He pressed the muzzle harder into his skin, his previously amused smirk changing to an angry scowl. “And I figured, god or not, it’s gotta be difficult to function with your brain smeared across the walls.”
"That makes me no less of a God," Loki snarled, eyes narrowing now. "Adopted or not, I am a God and you will have a hard time killing me." Slowly, he shifted to his Jotun form, ice creeping slowly along the ground towards Clint. "Try it. This will not kill me and you will be dead at my feet in an instant."
"Well I guess you could say for a human I’m a sneaky, slippery little shit…" he shrugs. "But your screaming sort of tipped me off to your location." he gives a snarling grin.
The God’s eyes narrowed as he advanced on the other. “That matters little now. Why are you even here?”