Circus
Atlanta bars me from both the computer and the videogame console when she wakes up and finds me still at the computer, playing the same game.
She is my hostess, and she seems so upset somehow, so I stop, reluctantly.
“So much hatred is not healthy, Loki,” she writes. “It ruins you from inside.”
I snort. – Warriors everywhere are familiar with hatred. Even the civilians know it. I doubt that Atlanta has never felt that in her life.
Still, I deliberately change the subject instead of opening up a debate. Few like a good debate, especially with me, and I am not going to jeopardise the burgeoning friendship that I have with Atlanta for her view. “What are we going to do today?” It is a valid question, at that, since I need to return to Asgard soon for Thor’s coronation.
She looks at me disappointedly for a long, long moment, but then relents upon my nonchalantly silent response to it. “There is a circus performance scheduled at the Town Hall for today and tomorrow. It should be exciting.”
Well, it turns out exciting for her, not for me.
The Vanir can and indeed do the performances better.
Poor mortals.