Loki Laufeyson – What’s a Table to The Face?
Loki Laufeyson – What’s a Table to The Face?
I sat alone in my room, allowing myself the time to calm down.
A familiar, heavy knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in brother.”
Thor entered cautiously, frowning slightly as he saw me on the bed. “Loki.” I raised my eyes to him, waiting.
He continued to look at me, a mix of emotions on his face. “You are alright?”
I smiled slightly, dropping my head as I considered the question. “I am well brother. No need to trouble yourself.” Thor nodded, looking around my room. I watched him, in no mood to play at pleasantries. “Speak your mind. No need to play this game.”
He frowned. “No game Loki, I wanted only to check on you.” Walking closer to me, he looked me up and down. “You are still angry.”
I sighed, not wanting to think too much on what had happened earlier.
“Amelie has gone to Banner, I just left his room. She will not allow him to torment himself.”
My eyes snapped ahead of me, my jaw clenching as I tried to suppress the irritation building within me. Thor just continued to watch me, calculating. I turned back to him with a sarcastic smile, losing the battle with my own irritability. “Good. I should hate for Dr Banner to suffer any more than is necessary.”
Pushing up from the bed I clasped my hands to my back as I walked to the window. Thor frowned. “It is not you who was injured.” He came closer to me, a smirk appearing on his face. “One small table to the face has hardly stopped you before.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your concern for my welfare is touching, brother. It’s a wonder you don’t go into medicine.”
His smirk dropped as I looked to him, satisfied. I turned back to the window, eyeing the horizon as Thor stood quiet.
“Is it your concern for your own safety brother, or Amelie’s that angers you so?”
I froze, my smugness melting away as I side eyed him nervously, unsure how to respond. Thor’s gaze was steady, as if he’d already come to his own conclusion, regardless of what I might say.
Turning to face him, my hands remained clasped tightly behind my back as I re-plastered a sarcastic smile to my face. It had been a long time since we’d bickered like this, and I was aware I was being difficult.
Thor sighed deeply. “Take what time you need Loki, but do not speak ill to Banner upon your return. He is suffering already.”
I exhaled through my nose, a mixture of amusement and irritation. Bruce had suffered? What about Amelie? What about the trauma of being chased through the corridors of your own home by a close friend?
Thor turned from me slightly. “Amelie’s main worry now is Banner. It upsets her to see him blame himself.”
Dammit.
I closed my eyes. As angry as I was, I knew he was right. Amelie would not want anyone to speak badly of Bruce for this, such was her nature.
“I shall return to the others Loki. Join us when you are ready.”
With that, I heard my door click closed as Thor returned to the main lounge. I stood still, unsure of what to do with myself.
Amelie would be very upset if I were to say anything to Dr Banner. I would need to be keep my anger in check.