Well, how’s that for a cliffhanger ending? I don’t want to say any more about this chapter because I’d like to use up to pimp out a piece of fanart that was made about this fic by @wanderingworldwarrior. Check it out here. Anyway, enjoy!
Prompt[s]: I’m not giving up on fluff! You’ll have to rip it out from my cold, dead hands!
Noooo Please… No Don’t do this You will broke my heart with them… 😖
Aaaaaaah I need the next one!!! Pleasee
‘The Tower’ (Part 17)
It was another clear sky morning, though a few clouds lingered overhead. Loki watched a small butterfly on the edge of the windowsill stretching its wings to soak in the sun’s rays. He stroked it gently with its littlest finger until it eventually fluttered away.
You emerged from the bedroom shortly after, looking, to put
it frankly, awful.
“I’d say good morning,” Loki smirked when he heard you enter the room. You ran a hand through thoroughly unkempt hair.
“Don’t even start with me.”
Frowning, Loki stood up from his seat and approached you. He
noted the beads of sweat on your brow as he put the back of his hand on your
“You’re sick,” he determined and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m not sick per se,” you explained, “but I’ve been… frequenting the bathroom, yes. Those fruits are working a number on my stomach. I either need more fibre – more vegetables – or I need some meat. God, I’d kill for a pork roll right now.”
Determined to better your diet, you bathed briskly and
headed straight out the front door with your wicker basket.
“What do you expect you’ll find out there that you haven’t already?” Loki called out to you on your way down. He was a little worried that you’d collapse before you could make it home.
“I’ll keep my eyes open for some vegetables. If I can’t find any, then I’ll sharpen a stick and stab the first thing I find.”
Loki didn’t quite know what to think about that. The image of you hunting boars with a large stake in hand was amusing. He shrugged and returned to the main room. He had things of his own to be getting on with.