Loki
Loki stalked into his room, dropping his still hot sword on the ground.
God, he was pissed.
Stupid mortals, stupid gods...see if he got himself involved again. He'd been trying, dammit.
Bloody Slayers...all of them, so f*cking uppity. Like they were the only Champions on the face of this planet. Like they were the only ones with 'destiny'. Add in an eye roll and a sneer with that 'destiny'.
He had a job to do.
He'd do that job, and damn if he was going to venture out of it again.
This was the thanks he got...
A kick in the guts, when it's obvious he's already limping and hurt.
Which injuries he'd incurred in defense of this stupid little school.
Damn if he'd do it again though.
DAMN if he would.
Loki stripped off his smoking clothes and stepped into the shower to let the hot water cleanse the smoke and ash from his charred wings.
And he wasn't going to be flying for a while, that was for sure.