You son of a bitch. I never made one of these when you were still responding because I was so mad at you for leaving. And then when you went quiet, it seemed like I should live with that decision. And I have. But today’s my birthday. And it’s a special one, because you told me… You once told me that when you came back, we might be the same age. And today I’m the age you were when you left. So it would be a real good time for you to come back.
Erik Selvig had mentioned that Midgardians had story books filled with tellings of his kind. Curiosity, or perhaps vanity, had gotten the better of him and he set out to see what version of his story they deemed to tell. The old, almost ancient by comparison to the towers surrounding it, bookstore across from Strange’s sanctum seemed like a decent place to start.
He let his fingertips trail along the cracked binds and covers as he searched for anything pertaining to Asgardian culture or history. He found the shelf where they should’ve been kept, if they had them at all. After the second and third scan came up empty, Loki let out a sigh and tried not to be too disappointed.
“You know, I have yet to find a single portrait where they get your nose right.”
His head snaps up to the girl at the end of the aisle, who has folded herself into an old chair, a small stack of books resting on the arm, her face obscured by an open hardback.
Governments around the world have got you thinking plastic straws are the enemy when 46% of plastic found in oceans are abandoned fishing gear. But tbh why would the government try to reform a multi billion pound industry when they could appease us with plastic straws 🙄🙄🙄