MHA, Saturday Morning
The only reason someone would find Loki awake and active at early fucking o'clock in the morning would be if he was doing something that would possibly amuse him. And today? Loki was awake and active.
It was Valentine's Day, that day filled with hearts and candy and fucking mushy gushy love. It was the day people went around hoping Cupid shot them in the ass so they could fall in love with their one and only. It was the corniest fucking holiday in the holiday playbook but that didn't mean Loki couldn't have fun with it. He was a landlord, after all. He had tenants who needed to realize that, oh yes, he loved them in a tenant-y way and he, of course, wanted to show that appreciation somehow.
He wasn't about to go for flowers that would go away in a few weeks or candy that would get eaten. No, his gift would stick the fuck around and people would always look at it and maybe curse his name and the world would be a better place.
So, off went Loki, pretending he was a bastardized version of Cupid and Santa Claus, all rolled into one and delivering small gifts to each MHA door. Left at:
Ronon Dex's door: this and a note to clean the fucking sand
Marion Ravenwood's door: this and some candy for Mutt
Martha Jones's door: this and a note about playing doctor sometime.
Abigail Irene Garrett's door: this and some Skittles. They were brightly colored!
Ray Kowalski's door: this and a note about book throwing being good for your fucking health.
Sarah Walker's door: this and a note about being nice to those not human like him and this stuffed animal
Pepper Pott's door: this and a note asking her to fix his fucking sink
Yzma's door: this and a note to stay the fuck away from his apartment
Ben Reilly's door: this and a note about starting that fucking hobo band ASAP
Daisy Day's door: this and a note about winning like a winning things that wins and not being fucking adorable.
Loki made sure to sign his name to each gift before moving on.
Once done with that, he was hanging out in the lobby, proud of his handiwork.
[Open, suresies! No OCD! Residents of MHA, feel free to catch him at your door, leaving the gift, if you'd like, or anyone can catch him in the lobby. I was just being a dork, really.]
It was Valentine's Day, that day filled with hearts and candy and fucking mushy gushy love. It was the day people went around hoping Cupid shot them in the ass so they could fall in love with their one and only. It was the corniest fucking holiday in the holiday playbook but that didn't mean Loki couldn't have fun with it. He was a landlord, after all. He had tenants who needed to realize that, oh yes, he loved them in a tenant-y way and he, of course, wanted to show that appreciation somehow.
He wasn't about to go for flowers that would go away in a few weeks or candy that would get eaten. No, his gift would stick the fuck around and people would always look at it and maybe curse his name and the world would be a better place.
So, off went Loki, pretending he was a bastardized version of Cupid and Santa Claus, all rolled into one and delivering small gifts to each MHA door. Left at:
Ronon Dex's door: this and a note to clean the fucking sand
Marion Ravenwood's door: this and some candy for Mutt
Martha Jones's door: this and a note about playing doctor sometime.
Abigail Irene Garrett's door: this and some Skittles. They were brightly colored!
Ray Kowalski's door: this and a note about book throwing being good for your fucking health.
Sarah Walker's door: this and a note about being nice to those not human like him and this stuffed animal
Pepper Pott's door: this and a note asking her to fix his fucking sink
Yzma's door: this and a note to stay the fuck away from his apartment
Ben Reilly's door: this and a note about starting that fucking hobo band ASAP
Daisy Day's door: this and a note about winning like a winning things that wins and not being fucking adorable.
Loki made sure to sign his name to each gift before moving on.
Once done with that, he was hanging out in the lobby, proud of his handiwork.
[Open, suresies! No OCD! Residents of MHA, feel free to catch him at your door, leaving the gift, if you'd like, or anyone can catch him in the lobby. I was just being a dork, really.]