In which my blasted muse has the attention span of a goldfish, again
Oh my god, Loki, what the fuck are you doing? Why can’t I drop this bunny so that I can work on the projects I’ve already started? (Or, maybe, my bloody dissertation?) Why why why are you going to make me start another fic now? Especially when I already have a Lokane fic in the works for you?
Could you please at the very least figure out if you die at the end or if I can have a happy ending this time? Please? Otherwise I don’t know where to go with the half of the plot you’ve given me. Or how mean to make your dratted brother.
(A happy ending would be nice. I really don’t want to make Frigga cry, ok?)
Also, I’ll need specifics on the Bifrost’s construction. I don’t suppose you could actually give me that information in a timely way, could you?
- much frustration,
(Yes, yes, I love you. Only, I do have a life outside of writing your fanfiction, you know?)
Loki informs me that writing Lokane fic is in fact my sole purpose in his eyes.
And he still won’t tell me the ending of the fic. Just that there must be lots of hurt/comfort.
Fucking adorable bastard.