A rather disguntled Loki seemed to make his way to the Grandmaster, the games were done but the planet still had a thunder to it. But once close enough to the other, he found himself crossed armed and plancing his head on the other's shoulder. No words, just a soft sigh.
The Grandmaster looks at him curiously. Judging by Loki’s expression, it looks like he will get scolded. He raises his eyebrows and lets him approach, wondering what he has done.
But nothing is said. En Dwi slips his arms around him and embraces him tightly. “Aw, are you disappointed that the show is already over? I am, too.”






