Fluff. So much fluff.
[Loki plus Gaelikitten fluff. I needed to write something fluffy.]
Late afternoon on a bright day in Mist. He was up on his usual quiet vantage point above the town. No one usually bothered to climb up there, and he was quite happy with that.
Quill in hand, book in his lap, sitting up here on the grass in warm, fresh sea air - it felt good.
Nearby, his gaelikitten flapped around and chased a butterfly, mewing happily. He smiled warmly at the creature, and found himself wishing he could enjoy such simple pleasures just as his pet did. How truly lovely it would be to feel such childlike joy again just for a moment.
She landed on his shoulder and nosed at his face, then proceeded to groom some of his hair. He let out a small huffed laugh at the creature and scratched her gently behind her left ear where he knew she liked it most.
He made to continue with his work, only to find his quill stolen from his hand and taken several feet upwards, out of his reach.
âH-hey! Bring that back-â
The kitten circled above with the quill in its mouth, before dropping it onto the grass several fulms away, still out of his reach.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. It was just too much effort right now to get up and fetch it.
The kitten flew back over to him, and, self-satisfied, sat right on his open book, closed her eyes and began purring loudly. He moved the book out carefully from under her and closed it, placing it down in the grass next to him
âYes, yes. Point taken, little one. I suppose it is time to relax a littleâŚâ
He continued to pet the small purring creature until she had fallen asleep in his lap.
Eyes closed, warm setting sun on his face, warm, gentle breeze in his hair and a soft, fuzzy, sleepy bundle in his lap - he suddenly felt himself wishing he could purr, too.
