After seeing Mayura home, Loki had returned home to pandemonium. He'd actually fallen on his ass in shock upon entering the kitchen. Never in his life had he seen it look such a disaster. Yamino had actually screeched at him like a barn owl to get away, much to Narugami's amusement. Loki had merely sighed sufferingly and departed the house. Yamino had all but begged his father to go shopping and Loki had agreed, if only to get away from the crazed pair.
It was a salvation of sorts when he finally managed to get away from the house. Yamino had given him a list that would have fed an army and he secretly suspected they were up to something. He knew that look on Narugami's face all too well, and it usually meant trouble. Loki excelled at trouble, but Thor seemed to fall into it without any thought at all and that was even scarier than the God of Mischief getting into trouble.
He'd also had a missive from his daughter in Niflheim. Apparently the souls of Odin and Baldur had finally arrived and had asked his opinion on what he thought she should do with them. He didn't think his suggestion that she feed them to Nidhogg had gone over very well.
Loki couldn't help it. He couldn't stand Baldur. Not because he was the god of light or Odin's son. He was just…incredibly irritating. Baldur was a whiny, snot nosed little brat that needed to be put over someone's knee and whipped within an inch of his life. Which was why he'd never felt sorry for his part in Baldur's death.
True, he hadn't meant to kill the little sniveling brat. When Baldur had those dreams of his death, he had suspected they had just been a ploy to get more attention out of his mother, which had worked wonders. Not only did she coo and treat him like a little baby, she'd actually gone all over the nine worlds and demanded everything swear to never lay a hand on her precious baby boy. Loki had nearly gagged at the very idea. Curious to see if she really had gotten everything, he'd changed his form and pressed her for details. Apparently she hadn't bothered with mistletoe, as everyone knew that the plant was only good for getting kisses out of young maids and Frigg wanted her son to still have his masculinity.
Loki had almost busted a gut when she'd said that. Masculinity? BALDUR?! Even as big a fruitcake as Freyr was, he was more masculine than that little mama's boy! He still remembered when Baldur had whined incessantly about breaking a fingernail when Thor had shook his hand a little too hard. The boy was a freaking wuss!
It irritated him to no end that his precious baby daughter actually bliked/b that little trollop. Heimdall could be irritating, but at least he didn't whine that it was too cold and his new boots were going to get ruined if he stepped outside in the snow. That little adventure still irked him. He'd asked himself over and over after that, if Odin hated him. Why else would he have paired Loki with Baldur for that mission?
So, when they'd come back, he'd secretly planned a little prank. Everyone started pelting Baldur with these inane objects and, getting into the spirit of things, Loki had taken a sprig of mistletoe and joined in. He'd hoped it would have given Baldur hives, or a rash in a very uncomfortable place…
He hadn't expected it to kill the other god. He'd been expecting a large welt on Baldur's nose, not blood gushing and him falling to the ground dead. Everyone had looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he'd tried to apologize, explaining the situation.
Odin hadn't thought much of it, but Frigg had been near hysterical. She'd called him evil and he had done it because he was jealous of her son. Loki? Jealous of that little fucked up brat?! Even the other gods stared at Frigg incredulously and snickered behind their backs at her.
So Loki had promised that he would have his daughter look after her "precious baby boy" until he could return to the gods. Trouble was, Hel didn't want him to go. She'd immediately gotten a crush upon him as soon as Baldur set foot in Helheim and she wasn't about to let her choice of mate go.
He'd finally given up on the whole affair and let Frigg think him an evil ogre. He didn't really care what she thought of him, and frankly, he was glad Baldur wasn't around Asgard anymore. It had started getting so bad he was afraid that he would kill him.
All of this went through his mind while walking to the market. So lost in thought, he didn't notice a young boy with purple hair walking in the same direction. Both were so preoccupied that they ran into each other. With a cry, they both fell onto their ass, groaning in pain.
Loki glared at Heimdall, discontent. "Baka! Watch where you're going!"
"Me? Why don't you? You're taller, dumbass," Heimdall snarled, his one visible eye glaring balefully at his adversary.
"You could be too, you know. Or did you forget how?" Loki teased, a malicious smirk on his face. He loved rubbing it in, since he knew Heimdall HAD forgotten how to change back.
Snarling, Heimdall made a swipe at him with his gloved claws. "Asshole. What are you doing here anyway?"
"Shopping. You?" Loki blinked, staring at the bag that Heimdall had dropped when they had collided. Upon seeing the spilled contents, he sweat dropped.
Pieces of cloth fell out of the bag and landed on the ground in a heap. Loki reached out and picked on up, twitching at the sight.
They were women's lingerie. But not just any women's lingerie…oh no. These were the special order ones from Frederick's of Hollywood and they were PINK! Bright prink, with white lace over them and black feather fringe around the seams. He stared at it incredulously, and then looked over at Heimdall.
Heimdall was a lovely shade of red, even brighter than Loki's natural hair color. Loki just stared at Heimdall before snickering and wiggling his eyebrows at the Watcher. "Gee, Heimdall…I didn't think you were into frilly underwear!"
"I'm not, baka! Give it back!" Heimdall growled, grabbing it from Loki and stuffing it back in his bag. But Loki wasn't about to let this go. This was too good to pass up!
Grabbing the bag, Loki stood up and held the bag over Heimdall's neck, an evil little smirk on his face. "Nope, not until you tell me what it's for."
Steaming, Heimdall made a grab for it, but since he was still in his child's form, he couldn't reach. "No! Give me!"
"Tell first."
Growling, Heimdall looked down and shuffled his feet, his face turning even redder if it were possible. Trisha likes them."
"Trisha? You're HAWK?!" Loki dropped the bag and fell over, almost gagging from his attempts to get air he was laughing so hard.
Heimdall glared and kicked Loki in the leg. "Shut up! You've done worse!"
"True, true," Loki finally conceded, though he was still trying to hold in his laughter. "Fine, fine. I'll behave myself. What say we go shopping? You can…hehehehe…get something else for Trisha."
Heimdall glared daggers at Loki, but followed after the Trickster. Loki's death would come swift and sure and he would relish every moment of it. No one laughed at his girlfriend like that!