benevolentgodlokiâ:
There was something off about the stranger who had approached him. Even wearing a different face, one that the humans would not recognise, Loki felt oddly exposed. It didnât help that the eerily beautiful man seemed to be insulting him off the bat.
âFor a relative, yes,â he replied evenly. âHeâs grown rather difficult and potentially a danger to himself and others. Somewhere caring but firm would appear to be his best option. Somewhere out of the way.â
âI didnât think he was that bad, but then again my own father is rather--psychotic so I suppose I canât compare.â Anubis shrugged and moved up closer to Loki, his cold arm briefly brushing the others and giving him pause. No difference, which was strange, Anubis ran at the temperature of a dead body, a curse of being death. If he had to guess Loki might actually be slightly warmer than him but overall the same. He didnât know how to process that so he chose to ignore it. There might be more than legends said.Â
He knew the feeling.
âI wouldnât recommend that one but if youâre looking for a--less than ideal place to store him perhaps that would actually be good then.â He didnât know what kind of sadistic person the god was, and he wasnât one to judge. Tucking his hands behind his back he gripped his right wrist with his left hand and looked up at the God. âBut then who will replace him?â















