Loki sat, resting his hands on his head. His fingers fiddled with his onyx hair as he listened to the other person talk. He was incredibly bored and frustrated, as he hadn’t come to this person to listen to them talk about their own mundane problems, but to talk about some of his own. He had something to tell the other person, but they just wouldn’t shut up. He tried to sit patiently, waiting for a break in the other’s speech, but the rambling continued. Finally, he had enough.
“I didn’t come here to talk about you!” Loki snapped, his mouth forming the grim scowl that so often occupied his face lately.