“Hard part’s over,” the man said as he pulled his jacket off Loki and
lead him to a old, but soft couch, laying him down on it before
disappearing and reappearing with a few pills and a glass of water.
just a few ibuprofen to hold you over until my friend can get a look at
you,” he said when Loki eyed the pills suspiciously.
them, guzzling down the water and not even particularly caring if he was
getting drugged at that point. He laid back with a groan.
He sat down on the scuffed up coffee table beside Loki, empty glass dangling between his fingers. “What’s your name, anyways?”
“Loki,” he answered softly. “Yours?”
“Thor,” he answered. Loki repeated it a few times in his head, making sure to remember it. Thor Thor Thor.