10/23/2012
Mischief's Raven-4
I stood close to Loki. All these people made me nervous.
They were screaming.
Shouting.
Running around frantically.
That just made me even more frantic, nervous, and flighty.
Then, there were five Loki's. One n front where I was, and four others, trapping the crowd.
"Kneel before me." I heard Loki murmur.
The crowd didn't hear. They were too busy screaming and panicking.
" I said…" The Loki's all banged their scepter's against the ground, and Loki raised his voice to a yell. "KNEEL!"
The crowd all died down as they kneeled, frightened. I too, was frightened. But not at Loki. I was afraid of all these people.
I hugged Loki's leg and whimpered.
Loki looked down at me and his eyes softened. I instantly felt calm. I let go.
Loki did this little speech to the people kneeling. But then this old man got up. My attention snapped to him.
" Not for men like you." He said.
" There are no men like me." He responded.
" There are always men like you." The man said.
" Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example." Loki points his scepter to the man.
And fires.
But somehow, it is back-fired.
And standing there, protecting that man, (not that I had a problem with that) was a man in a red, white, and blue outfit with a shield that matched.
All I could think was:
'Oh, boy… What's with the American Man?'