This is just a teaser for the next chapter. Apologies, but the story will be going on a short hiatus this month ヾ(_ _*;;) I promise it will be back on June 26th. As my Loki would say, "Were Gungnir here, I would swear an oath upon her."
This was a difficult decision for me, because so far I've met my personal goal of posting at least once a week. But I also don't want to post something that isn't up to my standards as a writer. So at this point, I really need to take some time to work out the end of the story. Blame it on TVA Loki; when I wrote the rough draft for the final arc of FWAF, I hadn't been planning on bringing him back as a regular character. However, not only did he insist on coming back and staying indefinitely, he decided to try to hook up with Betty Ross (also not something I had planned).
Again, expect the next chapter on June 26th, which is just three weeks from now. Until then, here's a teaser:
In the middle of her garden, there was a banyan tree that Frigga had planted when Loki had still been small. He and the tree had grown up together, though the tree had grown considerably faster. That was fortunate; because by the time Loki was old enough to feel the need to find places to hide and be alone, the tree had been large enough to offer quite a few exceptional hiding spots among its sprawling aerial roots and branches.
Loki sat among them now, feeling certain that no one would find him there; after all, somehow, Thor had never discovered this particular hiding spot of his. The one person who had known about it was Frigga, who had generally respected his need to be alone at times.
With the cage still in one hand, he climbed up into the branches of the tree and found a good place to sit, where he would be able to see anyone approaching the tree but with any luck, they wouldn't be able to see him. Holding the cage in his lap, he finally threw off its covering, a magpie which, although it lacked the ability to display more than one expression, somehow still managed to look thoroughly teed off. As soon as Loki had opened the cage, it flew out, landed on his head, and began a campaign to peck a hole in the top of Loki's skull.
Loki dropped the cage as he attempted to cover his head with his arms. "Hey, cut it out! What do you think you're doing, Ikol?"
Again, sorry for there wasn't a chapter this week, and thank you for staying with the story this long! Make sure to come back June 26th, which will begin the "funeral" arc of the story. We still have one more wedding to go too ;)