Stating the Obvious

By Icka! M. Chif


It was stupid of him, he knew. Very petty.

But that still wasn't going to wipe the feeling of satisfaction that came from coating the Enjaku Detective Agency's windows with several paintball pellets. Simply because it would irritate Loki.

Irritating wasn't quite as good as suffering, but anything that annoyed Loki was a victory in his book.

"You know, you really shouldn't do that." A bubbly voice behind him spoke up, startling him slightly. He glanced up to see the pink haired girl that followed Loki around leaning over to smile at him. "You'll poke your eye out."

He stared at her.

She smiled back, as innocently as a lamb to the slaughter.

That had to be one of the most spectacularly stupid things he'd ever heard anyone say to him.

He continued to stare at her.

She continued to smile back, the cheerful expression never wavering.

No one could be that monumentally obtuse, could they?

Heimdall debated briefly if Loki had mentioned at some point that the hair hanging over the right side of his face wasn't a fashion statement, then concluded that he probably hadn't. Wasn't quite the Trickster God's style.

It was probably much more entertaining to sit back and watch the human blunder into situations like this.

Which, now that he thought about it, was probably why he continued to let her drag him around.

Also probably because it just wasn't worth the fight.

Much like this.

He placed the paintball gun against his shoulder, turned and simply walked away.