Damian vs Kid Loki
Once upon a time, @dratsing asked me to write Damian/Kid Loki. So I did.
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“Damian?”
The scuffle froze and the dagger that was clutched in Damian’s fist stabbed cleanly into his pillow as the hand holding his wrist at bay abruptly vanished. Cheeks flushed and lips parted for breath, Damian stared down in disbelief at his suddenly empty bed. He turned his head to look at Dick.
“Uhm…who were you talking to?”
The word ‘talking’ was obviously meant in its loosest of interpretations.
Damian extracted the dagger from the pillow and sat back, scowling at the few feathers that now floated freely through the air.
“A god,” he answered shortly.
“A god?”
Damian didn’t like the tone he was being echoed in, so he elaborated. “A child.” His lip curled; he didn’t like the sound of that either. “A child god.”
“So…you were praying this child god and a ritualistic sacrifice of a pillow was demanded in a show of faith?” The corner of Dick’s mouth was twitching, which was odd in and of itself because normally Dick would never try to hide his amusement at anything.
“I wasn’t praying, I was trying to kill him.”
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