9 - Isolation
Autumn winds twisted through the red and brown leaves, creating a dance of huge proportions among the branches of the trees. Loki trudged through the fallen dancers on the pavement, feeling quite irritable. His black coat-tails streamed out behind him as he stalked back to the detective agency.
Narukami had gained another job after just half a day of unemployment. It was amazing, really. Ecchan had decided to study and refused to be bothered for the day. Yamino was in a cleaning frenzy, so really it was best to avoid him and Fenrir has gone for a walk with the Norns again, as worrying as it was. Mayura and Reiya had school. Even Heimdall and Freyr had vanished. Loki was alone. Again.
Normally the trickster wouldn't have minded. People were usually around, after all. And as selfish as Loki had the capacity to be, he wouldn't deny that the newly grounded pantheon had other priorities than just himself now that they had decided to stay on in Midgard. It was just…a memory.
In Asgard, Loki had been a renowned God. An target for affection from the women and irritation from the men, Loki could even have been considered popular. Even the giants usually kept a healthy respect for the trickster. But still, his very nature kept him apart from them. He was sociable, but never really welcome in polite company. As much as he was loved, he was hated anyway. He had usually been on his own anyway, unless there was prospect of mischief.
Then he had become a child. And people loved him. It was strange. Did people love children more or something? He'd never had much love when he really was a child. But then…he couldn't remember ever being one. Had he? He must have been. Loki grumbled and kicked petulantly and leaves that some careful person had tidied into a heap on the roadside. It would do no good wondering about that.
But just as he had become used to company, they began to drift apart again. Why couldn't things have stayed as they were? Was he fated to be apart from everyone forever? Like autumn leaves their closeness had slowly faded and now they were drifting away. How…boring.
He thought, perhaps, he should take the advice Narukami gave him the day before. Perhaps, on top of running the quiet detective agency, he should find a part time job and get out a bit more.
Loki was becoming such a homebody.
I know it's been a while, but I really thought I should get on with these. Sorry this one is so short. I've started another challenge before I even finished this one. So really I'm tying up loose ends. The rest will be posted as soon as I write them, which will be int he next few days if all goes well. Been such a hectic time XD
This one I'm not too happy with. I'm just not in the right frame of mind, I guess. Not that I can pinpoint any exact thing wrong, but there is something definatly off about it (apart from lack of dialogue).