Well, new chapter
I don't really have anything to say
Other than I am terrified of the reviewers of my other story
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Jack's POV
Jack crouched on the top of his staff as his dad paced in front of him. Now that there was nothing happening anymore, he had grown bored very quickly. Loki was muttering under his breath as he was figuring out their plan of action. Jack would have been insulted that his dad wasn't sharing the thought process with him, but he had no doubts that he wouldn't have understood.
A snowball fight – great, prank war – he was your guy. Thinking of a plan to lose a war whilst making both sides think you were trying to win – yeah, Jack didn't have a clue how to go about that.
"Dad?" He asked tentatively. He didn't really want to interrupt anything important.
Loki stopped his pacing. "Yes, Jokul."
Jack shifted. He wasn't really sure how best to put what he wanted to say. He didn't really want to insult his dad. "I'm bored." He blurted out suddenly. Jack clenched his eyes tightly shut as he waited for the reply.
There was silence. No yelling, nothing.
Jack opened one eye cautiously, then sighed. His dad had gone back to pacing.
"Da-ad" He moaned.
Loki sighed. "If you're bored, then you can go and find something to do."
"Yes!" Jack cheered, throwing both his arms up and subsequently falling backwards from where he was balanced on his staff, landing spread-eagled. He decided not to move. Most snowdrifts made comfortable resting places.
His dad looked at him with a bemused expression. "Am I really that bad?" He asked.
"Yep." Jack replied near instantly.
He jumped to his feet and grabbed his staff from where it had fallen, his mouth open to continue chatting with his dad, now that he had managed to drag the man into a conversation, when a flash of light caught his attention. Jack groaned.
His dad frowned. What is it?" He asked.
Jack pointed to the sky in answer.
Loki turned and his frown deepened. "There's nothing there."
Jack sighed, not bothering to explain as he stared mournfully at the dancing lights, summoning him to the North Pole.