“Hold still!”
The jumper squirmed on the makeshift sick table as Loki dabbed the gash on his head lightly with a wet rag. The cave was much cleaner than before, thanks to the nagging God, all except for one certain corner which was reserved especially for Griffin’s antics. They had just returned from one of their do no good ‘missions’.
“Get offa me!”
Griffin shrugged the God off and jumped to the other side of the cave, ignoring the blood still seeping from his wound. Loki rolled his eyes, turning to look at the Jumper who was now scanning the piles of food they had stacked near the wall closely.
“I hope you understand, that, I do apologize.”
Loki walked over towards the other man, staring at him confused. He flinched but didn’t move as the God reached him and continued to treat his gash, dabbing it lightly with a cool rag. Griffin let his head fall for Loki and he casually opened a bag of Cheetos, munching on them as the God treated his head.
“You should not have to suffer for my… personal plots.”
Griffin cackled at the statement and Loki looked at him curiously, still dabbing away the blood from his forehead.
“What?”
Griffin stood up straight and attempted to look the God in the eye, a feat that he should have known would be futile given how short he was compared to the towering Asgardian. He smiled.
“Liar.”
He pronounced every letter in the word, letting his tongue violently hit the top of his teeth, adding to the insane effect that Loki had grown accustomed to over the last few months. He handed the God a cheeto and jumped behind him, suddenly passionate over the situation at hand. Loki looked disdainfully at the cheeto in his hand and set the corn chip down lightly on the table and brushing off his fingertips. Turning slowly around and looking at the defensive jumper with a raised eyebrow.
“In what way have I lied to you? You often imagine these trespasses, I‘m afraid, Griffin”
The jumper laughed and rolled his neck.
“You don’t care if I suffer.”
“Go on..”
Loki was pacing slowly, watching the Midgardian closely while Griffin stayed still looking on the verge of violence.
“You don’t care if I suffer while you skip around the worlds causing murder and mayhem because you had a shitty relationship with daddy-poo. You don’t care if your quest to conquer the universe leaves me in shithouse.”
Loki had become more defensive with every word out of the jumper’s mouth.
“And please enlighten m as to why this is?”
Griffin jumped, landing obnoxiously close to Loki’s face, the God didn’t even flinch as the jumper stared at him intensely, half of his mouth cracking into a sad smile.
“Cause, you’re a villain, Yeah?”
He jumped, this time landing at his messy little desk in the corner, he violently pulled out a piece of paper before beginning to scribble on it, ignoring the God as he spoke.
“A good ‘ole fashioned, story book villain, you are. And…”
His voice became lighter and sadder as he continued, still looking down at his sketch.
“And by the end of all this you will have lied to me, betrayed me, and perhaps even killed me. Cause that’s just you.”
He never looked up from his drawing, Loki had flinched at those words and he seemed humbled by them as he walked to the desk and began messing absentmindedly with the contents covering it.
“Then, tell me, why is it that you haven’t simply left, if you are so convicted by these beliefs?”
Griffin lunged upwards with out warning, papers flying everywhere,
“I’m not leaving!”
Loki’s eyes widened and the jumper seemed to become aware of his outburst before he cleared his thraot and sat back down, glancing at the piles of paper around him and pulling some out, trying not to glance at the stunned man above him.
“Cause, well, I haven’t got anything better to do..”
Loki looked down at him skeptically
“You’re bored?”
Griffin exaggeratedly nodded his head and stood up, facing the God only for a moment before walking past him.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m bored. You got a problem with that?”
There was no answer from the God. He never turned and instead watched the jumper as he glanced backwards. Griffin pulled some goggles from the wall and snapped them on loudly.
“I’m going to the Pacific for a swim, you coming?”
Loki shook his head, apparently deep in thought.
“Suit yourself.”
And he was gone leaving only some sand swirling lazily in his wake. Loki stood up and made his way to his bed, opposite to the jumpers before plopping on the soft surface. He stayed there, completely still, looking at the ceiling until, a few hours later and he heard a crack and the splashing of water on the ground. He rolled his eyes; the human apparently had no idea how to use a towel. He remained silent as Griffin changed and then fell onto his couch with a ‘Thunk!’ and it wasn’t very long after that that Loki cringed at the silence shattering snore that he had been dealing with for months now. He stood up finally and walked over to the couch, looking down at the jumper and shaking his head. Griffin’s clothes were wet and sticking to his body as was his hair. The gash on his head had begun to lightly bleed again. The cool desert air had begun to seep into the cave and Loki rolled his eyes as the volatile and unstable jumper shivered, curling up tighter in a defensive fetal position. Loki left before returning to the couch and laying an old and worn wool blanket over the jumper’s shivering form. He also placed some gauze and a bandage over the head wound, lightly putting pressure around the edges to make sure the didn’t fall off when the Jumper flopped crazily in his sleep. He turned around to leave before a sleepy voice stopped him just a few feet from the couch.
“You’re still a villain.”
Loki chuckled and then walked away with a confident smirk.
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