The Roof, Sunday Evening

[abitlowkey]

After spending a week trapped as some other version of himself who was trapped in detention, there were things that Loki needed to do. Important things

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[life_inshadow]

by the time Tara mde it to the roof, she'd overheard enough in the halls to be almost certain her weird dream wasn't a dream at all. But, thinking it over, she felt like she'd gotten off easy in some ways.

She hadn't been in detention. She hadn't gotten hurt. She hadn't died. She'd taught a class and been afraid of her own shadow and found a book, and that was --

That was over. She'd feel better once she had some fresh air, she told herself.

"Hey," she said, wandering over to Loki. "I w-was wondering if ... anybody else would be up here."

[abitlowkey]

"Hello, Tara!" Loki replied brightly. "Would you like to see gifs of the Olympics?"

See, he dealt with things by being a god who didn't care. It was an excellent method.

[life_inshadow]

"I..." Tara blinked a whole lot. She did care, but there was something to be said for the benefits of denial. "I guess, yeah."

She scooched closer to him. "What, um, sports?"

[abitlowkey]

"At the moment, I am still catching up on the opening ceremony." A beat. "For the next Olympics, I believe I shall have to attend in person."

Burdened with a glorious purpose.