Fallen Angels, ch. 2
Title: Fallen Angels
Chapter 2: Before – “I struck the board and cry’d, No more.” This chapter is all flashback.
Rating: M for language and cartoon violence (as they say at the movies); there may or may not be salaciousness later, depending on how the story develops.
Characters: Loki and Sigyn
Description: a post-apocalyptic, MCU-Norse mythos mash-up; science fiction/fantasy
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The young woman eyed Loki suspiciously as he stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to see Eir,” came the curt reply.
She rolled her eyes before she bothered to answer, “She’s at the tourney. You’ll have to make due with me.” She waved into the room and directed him to a comfortable exam chair.
He scowled and crossed his arms. “No. I need to see Eir.”
“Too bad. She won’t be back for hours. They need her to tend to all of your friends when they crack open each others’ skulls.”
Loki scanned his obstacle from head to toe — tall, sturdy, pragmatically dressed with an utterly nonplussed, confident stance. Arrogant.
“No. I’m not here to deal with an apprentice.”
She scowled darkly. “Journeyman,” she corrected, turning her back to return to a desk at the far side of the room. “Suit yourself. You can wait here or come back later, but Eir is stuck out on the field for at least another two hours until your brother gets tired of beating everyone up.”
Loki scowled back at her. “Fine. I’ll wait.” And make you as miserable as I can while I do it.