[Closed] How long is this gonna last?

[possiblymad]

Who: The Sons of Odin [possiblymad and reignbringer]
Where: Hallway outside room 6-66 and aforementioned room.
When: 10/14
Rating: Teen?
Summary: Loki is sick and tired of having a big blonde shadow that thinks Loki doesn't know it's there.
The Story:
It's certainly been an interesting few weeks and Loki spent the last several days barred up in his room with the doors locked (perhaps with more than just standard locks) and his Stark Tech mobile device stashed in a drawer, spelled so that it wouldn't open for several days. He was taking absolutely no chances with this singing infection. As far as he could gather, deep, dark secrets were coming out and he had a myriad of them, but one in particular would never see the light of day so long as he could help it.

So this had been his first day out in quite a few days, but things seemed to be settling back down again. He had to wonder just how Thor knew. How he ever knew. Because Loki was sure as he was a deceitful snake that Thor didn't possess the magic or even the skill to cast any kind of alarm spell over him or his doorway. So how Thor always knew when Loki left his room was beyond him. On that note, by the time he was on his way back to his room, he had picked up a big, beefy shadow. He stopped mere feet from his door and sighed exasperated.

"Am I to be indefinitely chaperoned throughout the remainder of my stay in this Land of Wonder, or do you think you may tire of this at some point in the near future, brother? I know well that you can hear me."

Comments

[reignbringer]

For his part, Thor freezes, like a guilty puppy at the sound of its master's footsteps on the landing. He was not sure whether Loki had failed to notice his vigil, or whether he was deliberately ignoring it -- but either way, he has become accustomed to a complete lack of acknowledgment.

To have that suddenly change is... jarring.

After a moment, he steps round the corner, and gives his brother a crooked smile. Part sheepish. Part... reluctantly determined.

"It was not my intent to cause you displeasure."