So. Why this text...? It happens that when I posted chapter 3 and proposed to the readers to choose what Loki would do next, I had the misfortune to add "please don't tell me a goat breeder". As a result, I was asked to do it (thank you Korean Panda).
Okay the second thing to know for this text is the nicknames that Tony gives to Loki in French.
We have "tête de bouc" ("goat's head") in relation to the horns of the helmet (problem, in French we have "chèvre" for the female goat and "bouc" for the male goat and this is the basis of my first joke. Why is it the same word in English? T-T Anyway my intense research led me to "billy goat" so I'll just put this word and we'll say it's good). Tony also call him the "néogothique" ("neoghotic") probably because Loki is actually an emo teenager.
This being said, here we go! In the joy and the delicious musky smell of the goats – billy goats!
In the SHIELD vehicle, the Avengers were beginning to find the time long. Especially the archer. Well yes, obviously the archer. With the agent's temperament it was sure that he would crack before Dr. Banner.
- Welcome to the countryside, Clint grumbled. May I ask why we're still following him? He gave up the presidential post, he didn't destroy the planet, he left in the middle of nowhere to raise goats! Why don't we leave him alone?
- Billy goats, not goats.
Hawkeye rolled his eyes.
- It's true that it makes all the difference.
- Would you eat billy goat cheese? Natasha asked.
- Yuck no, grimaced the archer. Can you imagine where come from the... milk.
- Then it makes a difference, replied his teammate.
- Your discussions are disgusting, grumbled Tony as he turned to them.
- Are we really getting into this, Tony?
- ...
- That's what I thought. And watch the road!
After many complaints from Officer Barton, the vehicle stopped near a fence. A small building half stone, half wood not far away. The doors of the car opened and slammed into the Avengers' back.
- Well, let's go get the aliens, Tony said cheerfully, delighted at the idea of finding his favorite asgardian to make fun of him for the umpteenth time.
- Is that Loki over there?
- Where?
- The guy sitting on the rock. He's literally the only person for miles around Clint, you could make an effort.
- Yes, Natasha, the officer politely replied, nodding his head.
As the small group approached the rock where the Asgardian was depressed, the animals lying at his feet got up.
- Wow. He's gone? asked Tony with a smile up to his ears.
- I'm here, you idiot!
- Oh! I couldn't tell the difference with your charming animals. It's the horns, added the billionaire. Very pretty horns by the way. Do you sleep with your helmet on?
Loki glanced at the most unbearable mortal in New York with a haughty look. At least, as haughty as he could be surrounded by billy goats who were bawling so much. In front of the humans, Loki sadly stared at his feet. How had he come to this?
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- Breeders give up their jobs because it's too much trouble?
Loki rubbed his chin. Sheep were more interesting than New Yorkers. No, but wait a minute. Do you see a difference between sheep grazing in a meadow and New Yorkers with their coffee cups in the street? No ? It's normal. The two groups blindly follow each other while eating or drinking. On the other hand, some are less careful about who tells them what to do. Loki didn't think twice before leaving the presidential seat, packing up his luggage and teleporting himself in the middle of a huge field in the American West. A billy goat raised its head and chewed its blades of grass, staring blankly at him. It was in the next second, when several animals tried to graze his clothes, mainly his pants and shoes, that Loki realized that this was probably not a "great plan".
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- Hello!
The Avengers hardly averted the gaze of a Loki adulated by his animals to discover a radiant Thor. The blond had followed his brother — but does that really surprise anyone? — and had adapted rather well to life in the country. He wore blue jeans, a pale shirt and a large straw hat. His colleagues tugged at the abrupt change from god in armor to country man in wooden shoes.
- Thor, what are you doing?
- I've been wondering about that for centuries, Loki grumbled, throwing a threatening foot at a billy goat that was a little too affectionate.
The animal retreated, shoving its fellow goats, which immediately bawled at who better to do so. Loki rubbed his forehead and walked away towards the cottage, pestering. Thor, with a wave of his hand, invited the small group to do the same. Tony rushed over immediately, he was really looking forward to commenting on the inside of the cottage.
- Isn't it too small in your house?" asked the brown man before even going through the door.
I'll admit that I write anything but I wasn't going to write too much about goats either. That's more of a bonus. Ridiculous and absurd but a bonus. On the other hand, I'm thinking that there might be a way to do a sequel... It's crazy how this story has completely deviated from the original idea. At the beginning it was supposed to be centered on the psychological side of Loki, how he reacted to everything that happened to him, the manipulation of Thanos... And now I send him to do breeding. I lost control.
