Playgrounds
Atlanta, perhaps noticing my disappointment, does not direct us immediately back to her house.
I cannot say that I like this attempt of hers to give me a better experience, however.
“I know that you know that I am not a child in truth,” I send her a pointed text, as she steers me into a strongly grease-smelling eatery, right towards a construct that seems to be a compacted obstacle course, which is being used quite excitedly by children.
“Just go play, Loki. I will fetch you soon for a snack. Even warriors can do with some exercises on dexterity, and this playground can help with that,” she sends back, just as pointedly. “If I was smaller, I would join in.”
I give her receding back an incredulous look, until it is swallowed by the other eatery patrons.
I glance at the mouth of the obstacle course beside which she deposited me, then where I last saw her, then back to the flimsy-but-complicated-looking thing again.
Well, my shield of invisibility against Heimdall’s gaze is still strong, and Atlanta would be the last person to mock me for complying with her wish, and nobody else needs to know….
I join in.