Villanelle: I’mma pew pew you
Eve: Bitch don’t you do it
*Villanelle shoots Eve*
The fandom:
*Shocked*
me:
Whelp she killed her is that the end
*shrugs to no one and looks around*
vintage serial killer, thor/loki, part the epilogue
They live. Loki in his five by five cage and Thor in the free wide world. Justice served, case closed, curtain falls, everyone goes home.
"Good night!" Darcy called out, turning away and shutting the door on him. She had a date with a man Thor hasn't met yet but probably would. She liked to vet her men against him. As if he was a good judge of character.
Visiting hours were long over when he drives up to the prison, but he has a badge and a list of questions. They let him in. Loki, perfectly well behaved, has earned certain privileges. His cash, appearing as if by magic, has earned him more. He came to Thor unshakeled, sits across from him as the guard waited outside.
"There's not enough evidence." Thor told him as he'd wanted to say for a long time. "Not yet."
"There was at one time." Loki lifted an eyebrow, faking surprise.
"The knife got lost. The fingerprints were smeared. The rain washed away our crime scenes." He recited it as if it had all just happened, unhappy accidents all in a row. As if he hadn't stood over the evidence box and thought about his empty bed, his emptied chest.
"There will be other traces. Harder to find."
"But they'll let you free in the meantime." Thor sat back in his chair, wished for a beer and for cheap food. For ignorance. "And you'll disappear."
Loki stared at him. Not yielding a single step. Not giving anything away for free.
"There's a restaurant that I ate at once. In Prague. It's dark and the food is awful and no one asks questions." Thor stared right back.
The decor was red with gold embellishments. A year later, Thor walked through its carved door and found a seat at the back, his legs sliding between Loki's where they've always fit.
"I ordered." Loki's hair had grown long, his skin water thin pale, but he was there. A year of absence. A year without fear or sleepless nights or drinking binges. A year with a promotion with praise.
A useless year between Thor and this. Just this.
"I hope you got me a beer." He took the glass of water from between Loki's hands and took a drink.
"Mmm." Said Loki.
And somewhere on the rain slicked streets, a body cooled. A siren rang out, but it wasn't summoning Thor anymore. Loki wrapped one leg around both of Thor's, drew him closer and smiled wide.
