Mistletoe (part of a rp)

I'm doing a marvel to with one of my friends. This is My response to the rp.... hopefully you enjoy? It's a LONG text btw. Also, terribly sorry for the pitiful picture of a mistletoe...

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Loki nodded, annoyance showing throughout his facial expressions. "Please shut up that maddening music on your device. It's giving me a headache."

Loki was completely unaware of the fact that the song was titled the ride of the Valkyries due to the fact that he couldn't go to Midguard because he had played a vicious prank on Thor a couple days earlier. If he had known the title of said song, he would have gotten a disease called: fanboy-itis.

As soon as Lelia answered her phone, he waved his hand and--

Loki stared dumbfounded at the book that was still in his hands.

"What..?" He hissed underneath his breath; he felt shock register on his face before he could hide it.

Loki glanced up to make sure that Leila-- the brunette-- was still talking on the phone with her supposed Grandmother, not wanting her to see his distress... good. She was still talking on the phone.

As Loki weighed out his options on how he could actually get home before the sun sets, he knew it was impossible. He would have to stay here on this weird island for the night before he could leave tomorrow. Sure, Loki could "borrow" a boat that could be found on the island, but he had never stepped foot on a boat, or the sea-- Loki would get lost in the middle of the ocean if he ever made it that far.

Loki started to pace in a circle as he started to think of more ideas.

Take a plane?

No. Loki didn't know how to fly one.

Take a helicopter?

The same answer as before.

Call for Heimdall?

No. He can't, considering how he wasn't supposed to be here.

Call for Tho--

No. Absolutely NOT. HE WILL NOT EVEN FINISH THAT THOUGHT. LOKI WOULD RATHER SOW HIS LIPS TOGETHER THAN ASK FOR HELP FROM HIM.

Loki huffed and looked up from the ground. There was only once choice, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to swallow his pride and ask for... assistance from the people on this private island.

All he had to do was to wait for Lelia to get off of the phone.

...Why was Loki angry?

Well, he was angry at the situation, angry at the so called "titles" that the wretch gave him, and angry at the fact that he was being put on hold-- by a mere mortal!

And... hold on did she say the reasons Midgardians kiss under the mistletoe as one of his titles?? Loki went through their past conversation in his head. She did but... how did she know that he killed Baldur?? He was disguised as a giant named Thokk that gave a mistletoe to Baldur's stupid friend, Hod, who tossed mistletoe at the spy who thought he could get away with trying to usurp the throne. The assassination was behind closed doors, and even then, he made sure that Hod wouldn't tell anyone. (The reason Loki didn't want people to know is because Odin had no clue what Baldur was planning. If Odin knew that Loki killed him without Odin's consent... it would be terrifying, to say the least.)

A sour taste began to seep into his mouth. Loki's mind was itching with questions to ask her. He knew that if he wanted answers, he should be patient.

But that was the issue. Loki was anything but a patient man. So with whatever piece of patience he had left shriveled up and died, he couldn't help but interrupt the woman speaking on the phone.

"How do you know?" Loki stood defiantly before Lelia, putting on a front of faux courage.

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