08/02/13 My inspiration for anything outside BBC's Sherlock series has dwindled to pretty much nothing recently but I'll still be posting other random category pieces like this that I've got saved to break the monotony of the Sherlock kick I'm on. ,., ,., If you've got an idea you'd like to see me try for, by all means leave a message.
As for the odd summary… Well actually I got bored (which happens frighteningly often) and was talking on the phone to a couple friends so I told them to pick some numbers. Then I grabbed an old dictionary and ended up with Predator and Prediction for prompts. Those two words spawned this… whatever this is.
He followed his prey, easily tracking his chosen target's boisterous movements in the crowd. That his target was so predictable in his routines made it all the easier to plan out his chosen route in advance. The target moved without a care oblivious to the one that stalked it. He slowly closed the distance between them and still his prey remained at ease. So much for this warrior's caution and sensing of danger. Honestly, this was not the challenge he had been hoping for. He sighed and proceeded closer anyway till only a few meters separated him from the one his target. His prey was still oblivious. He sighed before straightening from the shadowed niche he'd been hiding in; it was hardly needed. He closed the distance between them and slammed his hands down on the others shoulders. His prey promptly jumped and attempted to spin around landing himself in a tangle of limbs on the ground.
"Really, brother? What happened to those refined skills you were boasting of to Sif and the others?" He huffed out an amused laugh as his brother held a hand to his chest and tried to calm his racing heart.
The sound brought the other out of his shock and he looked up at his 'attacker' abruptly. "Brother! What-? Why-?"
"As eloquent as always, I see." He reached down to offer a hand up to the other as he sat sputtering on the ground. "I was merely bored dear brother of mine and really, you hardly made it a challenge for me." It was said with a lazy drawl and at the end of last statement the other started sputtering once more though now at least he wasn't sitting in the dust.
"Wha- You- I wasn't-!" He was cut off abruptly.
"Wasn't? Wasn't what, prepared? Informed? Well that would somewhat defeat the purpose of a stealth attack if the target was made aware of it prior to its enactment." He was smirking condescendingly now but the humor showed in his eyes and his target laughed having accepted his 'defeat' at his brother's hands. Often enough when they were younger he'd been subjected to his elder brother's pranks of jumping out from behind corners to startle him. It seemed only fair that he get a chance to play the predator between them.
Do I really need to explain? They're early/mid teens or something around there I suppose. Loki got bored and decided to stalk Thor for fun.
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