As discussing Loki was by far one of Anthony’s favorite pastimes, he found himself absolutely falling into his long-term discussion of what Loki did not like. He figured that would give Steven a good base for how to deal with Thor’s brother. It was not going to be easy, since Steven was used to a lot of personal freedom in public…and though Anthony had a lot of personal freedom in private, he wasn’t sure how that would work now that there would be an audience.
As they put things away, Anthony’s words became less heartfelt, less frequent. It could simply be that he was running out of Don’ts for Steve, but it was just as likely that he was starting to worry again about how his life with change now that Steven was in it. The blond always found a way to garner the most favor and sure, Loki liked the clever and the cunning….but he also liked being worshiped.
And Steven would be better at that.
Anthony left the main chamber and found the single room where he and Steven would sleep. It was a matchbox, two pairs of bunks sunken into the wall on either side of the door. “Reminds me a little of the village,” Anthony said as he fingered the fine fabric curtain that could be drawn across the coffin-like space where he would sleep. It was their only privacy. He chose the lower bunk on the right hand side, sitting on the fine mattress with his head ducked so he wouldn’t hit his head. He couldn’t straighten up on the sleep shelf so Steven would feel even more claustrophobic, surely.
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As discussing Loki was by far one of Anthony’s favorite pastimes, he found himself absolutely falling into his long-term discussion of what Loki did not like. He figured that would give Steven a good base for how to deal with Thor’s brother. It was not going to be easy, since Steven was used to a lot of personal freedom in public…and though Anthony had a lot of personal freedom in private, he wasn’t sure how that would work now that there would be an audience.
As they put things away, Anthony’s words became less heartfelt, less frequent. It could simply be that he was running out of Don’ts for Steve, but it was just as likely that he was starting to worry again about how his life with change now that Steven was in it. The blond always found a way to garner the most favor and sure, Loki liked the clever and the cunning….but he also liked being worshiped.
And Steven would be better at that.
Anthony left the main chamber and found the single room where he and Steven would sleep. It was a matchbox, two pairs of bunks sunken into the wall on either side of the door. “Reminds me a little of the village,” Anthony said as he fingered the fine fabric curtain that could be drawn across the coffin-like space where he would sleep. It was their only privacy. He chose the lower bunk on the right hand side, sitting on the fine mattress with his head ducked so he wouldn’t hit his head. He couldn’t straighten up on the sleep shelf so Steven would feel even more claustrophobic, surely.