10-hearts started following you
The storm had broke over his head without previous notice, as violent and unforgiving as Thor’s worst rage. He ran even faster, trying to protect himself from the cold, but to no avail. His hands were showing blue spots already. Curse Odin and his stupid punishments!! if only he was healed, his magic would be strong enough to teleport him home, and the scarce amount of clothes he was wearing under the coat didn’t help either…
A huge shiny tent appeared in his vision. What was doing such a huge place in the middle of nowhere? He ran to it nonetheless, wanting to escape the damned rain the sooner the better. He hoped the cold hadn’t sipped enough into his bones to transform his face too. It would be difficult to lie his way into anyone’s home while looking like the monster He was. Not that the amount of glitter and make up from his last performance would help either...
The main tent was surrounded by minor ones, with cans and trucks scattered around it. It had flags and ballons all around it. Berry Big Circus. So that was a circus? Loki had never seen one, but that would explain his dark appearence.
But there was light coming from inside one of the tents. Maybe there was someone practicing? The man entered the place anyway and covered himself under the ledge of the main tent. He didn’t want to see anyone in such a state, but the idea of the low temperature bringing his jotun form out completely… He shudered at the idea, repulsion washing over him. No, anything before that. The frost giant peecked inside, trying to make himself heard over the storm. “Hello?”
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