If there was one thing Loki could find comfort in without fail, it was the arts.
Although glass-making was really more along the lines of craftsmanship, he’d still taken solace in the task, situated alongside the fire with others who were doing similar. Before the last day, he’d already made a few things that he’d been proud of, but he’d decided to spend one last period around the dwindling fire molding a heart of glass.
Haha, funny--a heart of glass.
It takes some time, as all works made by hand do, but eventually his work is complete, and the young man jumps up in a bout of excitement, pleased with his handiwork, and promptly proceeds to trip on someone’s foot, the glass slipping out of his fingers and landing against the ground with a crack.
“Ah.” Is all Loki can say for a moment, staring down at his now blemished project before looking towards the stranger he’d carelessly tripped upon. He probably should’ve addressed that first, really. “I’m sorry, I uh... I got excited and wasn’t watching where I was going, that’s all on me.”
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