Disclaimer: All characters respectively belong to Mr. Lee Myung-Jin and the Norse Mythology. I wish I own Loki though…(cries).

Summary: Iris is so fed up with Loki's gruesome behaviour. His odd way of speaking, and cold way of acting to people is getting her disgusted. Then, when Chaos suddenly decided to recover his memory by retracing back his relationship with Fenris, there's only one Assassin she can turn too.

Loser

The summoned fire cackled through the night, filling empty gaps of conversation through it all. Being near it was comforting, although not much, it was enough to go by with the chilliness of the desert. As usual, Chaos and Iris was snuggling up against each other, like it wasn't enough to show the rest of the group, that they were obviously interested in each other. Not that Fenris cares, but she used to be the one in his arms, her hair stroked by Balder softly until she fell asleep, it's like with each stroke, her problems were cast away. There was nothing else that matters, but now…well, Fenris knew the story so far, and she needn't to remind herself constantly. Fenris have learned not to cry anymore, she has learned to hold her emotions back and corner it to the farthest corner in her heart. She knew she was emotionally weak, but it's not like Chaos knew what she felt for him, or what he was, or even remember that they use to be together, a century ago. It's really his right. Fenris knew, she needn't to discuss the idea over and over again to Chaos, it will only confuse, and not to mention irritate him. She heaved a heavy breath over it and hugged her knees in distress, and observed the rest of the campsite.

"Gods your home is cold" Iris rolled her eyes to the Assassin's direction. Loki looked up to the Cleric, but shrugged it off. Loki is really the last person you want to talk about the weather too. He couldn't care less.

"It really is" Fenris realized the pout on Iris' face, and decided to answer her on behalf of Loki, not really knowing if that's what Loki wanted to say.

"This sucks" Iris put up an even more aggravated pout, and folded her arms in protest. "How do we even know that Sara is on the move again?"

"We do not know" Loki this time decided to answer her question, and he got back to warming himself with the fire, rubbing his hands together in an orderly motion, or else, it makes it seems, that the whole system will break down.

"Oh…that makes sense" Iris said with sarcasm written all over her face, rolling her eyes in displeasure to the Assassin's irritating behaviour, and sticks her tongue out to Loki's direction, when he was not looking.

"Iris…" Fenris laughed at her immaturity, but enjoyed it anyway. She wondered why Balder would fall for a youngster like that. Then again, Chaos is sort of childish.

"Stop complaining Iris" Chaos told her and messed up her hair jokingly.

"Don't mess with my hair!" Iris turned to the Knight holding her and gave him a mean look. Chaos gave a fake scared look, then laughed out loud, while Iris hit his head with her calfskin bag.

"Hush" Loki snapped, and with that they stopped their bickering.

"What's your problem?" Iris gave an unhappy look and snarled.

"Listen" Loki told the group, and with that, the group carefully listened to the sounds of the night, trying to figure out if there was an awkward sound disturbing it.

"There's nothing!" Iris breaks their attentiveness, and scowled at Loki.

"Quiet" Loki gave a cold look, and continued listening to the air.

"Who the Hel are you to tell me to be quiet?" Iris stood up from her snuggly position with Chaos and neared the Assassin nudging him with aggravation, her Chernryongdo positioned at her side ready to strike anyone that annoyed the Hel out of her. She had enough with the overly mature, dead, and cold-hearted Assassin.

Loki stood up from the rock, and stared at Iris with a revolted face and walked away from the campsite.

"Guard duty" He mumbled meanly and walked away until the light of the fire lost his sight, and so he was gone.

"GOOD! AND DON'T COME BACK!" Iris yelled with Loki's departure, and folded her arms in fury, and kicked his calfskin bag, next to the rock. "Loser" she muttered angrily.

"Iris" Fenris gave a meaningful look to the younger girl, and shook her head in disagreement.

Iris sulked again to her defense and turned around to look at a disappointed Chaos too, shaking his head. Iris groaned angrily, and dropped herself to the rock Loki was previously sitting at and begins moping as Hel.

"I'm so sick of this adventure-ish life" Iris put out her sorrows in front of the two older people and begins to curse the misery out of everything, from Morroc, to Loki. Not that Iris hates Loki, it's that she despises him, he's a nuisance, and she's annoyed wholly by his dealings towards her. She liked looking at him, Loki is eye-catching, the whole 'bad-boy-angst-tragedy-sadness' renegade, but cold, and dull, and infuriating…and everything that she loathed in a guy.

"Just think about how many people will be saved in our misery, Iris, that's what I always do" Fenris walked towards Iris, and sat beside her, patting Iris' back giving a matter of support to the younger one. Iris always wondered why Fenris is so fond, yet so strong, and so…angelic. She was perfect. She hated her eyes, the way she looked at Chaos, and the way she looked at Loki. It was attention grabbing. Chaos is probably just too juvenile and slow to not fall for a girl like that, and Loki…well; he's not human, so that's another different issue.

"I guess if you see it that way…" Iris gazed at her eyes, so sturdy, so right in place, so knowledgeable. As though, she knew the answer to everything in the world. Emotions, fighting, anger, tragedy, sadness…she knew it all. Even though Iris didn't like to admit it, she is a lot more afraid that people think, especially losing Chaos to a girl like Fenris. Of course Iris would be glad for Chaos, she'd be pleased is he was happy. She hoped everyday; Chaos wouldn't notice her, just not yet.

All of a sudden, Chaos remembered what he wanted to talk about to Fenris in such a long time, even before the airship incident, or before Sara Irine killed Bijou and everything else, something inconsiderate and sudden. "Hey Fenris, I got to talk to you in private, would you excuse us Iris?" Chaos gave a soft grin and walked over to Fenris' side and dragged her far enough to not be heard by Iris, but still faintly visible.