#vacation needed

Had a meeting with colleagues today and they asked me about my vacation. I wish! The sun from this past weekend did me well but not as much as some time away would. I'm anxiously awaiting the time when we can all travel safely again. 🛫🚢🚄🚕🚎🚘

It wasn’t really a mob. Not really. It was, at most, a dozen people. Photographers, journalists, web reporters. Paparazzi. People who had gotten the whiff of a story, and flocked to the source, following on the heels of one of their subjects, stupidly called over by Loki when he’d delivered the news.

“Well... Yes.” Fandral agreed. He was at odds, here, and Loki knew it. This was a bad situation: some social media blogger claiming that he, Thor and Fandral were caught in a brother versus brother love triangle over the radio host. But it was made all the worse because, not only was it not true, but the three of them were currently holed up in Thor’s house. 

And Thor was brilliantly hungover.

Ignoring Fandral’s input, Loki moved over to the coffee machine, picking up the perfectly brewed coffee it had just finished and holding it out to Thor. “This, and then I’ll make you a greasy spoon. You’re not confronting that crowd.”