the-god-of-mischief:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

I’ll Bite Your Hand Off: Interruption

the-goddess-of-mischief:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

I AM… YOUR KING: the-goddess-of-mischief: I AM… YOUR KING: the-goddess-of-mischief: I…

the-goddess-of-mischief:

I AM… YOUR KING: the-goddess-of-mischief: I AM… YOUR KING: *rolls…

…

She groaned loudly, looking at Fenrir with a sad smile. “I guess this is going to have to wait.” She sighed as she pulled her bra back on. She dashed to her room and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She was pulling it over her breasts when she opened the door. “Can I help you…?”

Loki watched as she she opened the door, wondering who it was. His first guess was Katie, his second was Jane. It would be wondrous if Jane had come to tell Casey about what had happened with Erik. He smiled, thinking of how that scenario would play out.

When Casey answered the door, however, it was the last person the god of mischief expected.

“How-“

“You are not as surprised as I expected you to be…” He said, a little put down. “Anyways…Are you okay? Did Loki get you?” He pushed through the door and into the living room, where he froze.

“What are you doing here!?” He rushed towards Loki.