The Liesmith narrowed his eyes at the back of Baldr's head. Really, he seems to peaceful. In irritation, Loki flicked pieces of boba candy at his not brother's head. "Bored," he spoke in a monotone voice to empathize his point. What better way to cure boredom than to annoy Asgard's golden child?
The Great Hall was wonderfully quite on the easy summer’s day, most having found a reason or another to be outside where the sun beat down on laughter and general good-willed antics. Not so for Baldr, who was enjoying the gentle quiet of the cavernous room, who lay along one of the benches with his eyes closed, peacefully sleeping for once in the warm light.
Not for too long, as always.
A brown eye opened, looked over to Loki as another small ball flew it’s way to his forehead, finally bursting above his unimpressed raised eyebrow.
”What do you wish to do then?” he answered calmly enough, wiping away the juice as it trickled down his temple.
