#ablackenedmemory

Loki walked down the street in a hurry, wanting to arrive as soon as posible to his home and wash away the damned make up. Damn midgardians and his odd inventions. He should have known how sticky that much glitter would be… 

It was dark night, and the streets were desert, not even cars were circulating around this neighborhood so late. Even a straight cat could be heard in such silence. So, the fact that the stranger walkinf down the street didn't make a sound was quite something. he turned around to look at the young man. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be walking around alone, dear?”

ablackenedmemory

He doesn't know who they are but he knows they can see him so he decided to go up against the window and press his face to the cool, flat surface; tapping a tune on it with his fist.