#sheopens

it wouldn't be the first time some wayward traveler of the branches came sneaking into his private quarters, but USUALLY that traveler was amora, being an absolute pain his ass in her attempts to break through his spellwork keeping her OUT of his rooms.

but somehow this one, though blonde like amora, was nothing like her in any other regard.

firstly, she actually seemed pleasant. well, as pleasant as one could be given they just sneezed themselves silly and were undoubtedly not where they belonged. perhaps it was just her energy, he supposed.

loki had been startled by that more than the actual appearance of the woman, but then again he had thought she was amora, so now the sensation of unsettling concern began to creep over his bones.

"door? like.. a door?" well. who was he to judge?

"could i do... a bunch of-" he repeats slowly, thoughtfully.

"finders keepers," you know, it's like The Law, mate.

Yes, he is looking at her like THAT.

Just absolutely ogling her!

"Don't know, actually," Bod admitted.

Here is a town the size of a stone's throw. LITERALLY you might have a child on one side of town and their friend on the other and they easily 'toss 'ol pigskin' between them, as the americans tend to do apparently, easily.

In fact there goes that 'foot' ball now, sailing between them as two rambunctious boys, as lanky and skinny as the stalks of corn that surround the town in these wide fields, push past and shout apologies over their shoulder with a, "I GOT IT I GOT IT SORRY I GOT IT!"

Bod, whirled around, shakes his head and reaches for Door's hand to make sure she hasn't been plowed over.

the problem isn't that he's lacking attention, it's that he has it all drawn upon the the thing that deserves it the least.

his toaster.

bod fancied himself a rather handy sort of man, the sort of the man who thought nothing of tightening screws and mounting pictures and staring thoughtfully at problematic, leaky pipes. mostly because his hands could do a thing called magic and that in of it's self was incredibly handy. so to speak.

but his toaster didn't like magic. he was certain he had never met another Thing quite so capable of shirking off the touch of enchantment like this rusted hot box of crumbs.

and it had been making him more and more peeved ALL morning.

so, no, he isn't NOT paying attention, it's just he isn't paying attention to HER and that's a problem she seems to resolve very easily with a stolen kiss that shocks the anger out of his very soul.