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His face was flushed, and he smiled at the camera with a blurred smile.Fandral went to Las Vegas, and he did not know which canary, kissing heartily on a poker table full of chips and alcohol.Hogan cleaned the entire izakaya inside and out, and added a real oven to his back kitchen.Peter Parker shares apple pie with his aunt on the ward, and the nurse draws a red-nosed Rudolph on his leg in a plaster cast, although in Loki's eyes it looks like a frog.Not long ago, Tony Stark erected the largest Christmas tree in the world in front of his villa, and it could hardly fit in the photo. Tony embraced his oversized Christmas tree and smiled triumphantly at the camera, but Rocky Swear he saw a high heel print on Tony's ass and that was 100% Pepper's.

Everyone's face is filled with happiness and joy.This is great.

Loki rolled over and opened the mailbox.Steve sent him a greeting email as usual during the holidays, wishing him a happy new year old-fashioned.Pepper thanked him and said that Tony was very satisfied with the blueprint of his new house, but he wanted to cancel the design of the dolphin swimming pool because he had recently become interested in African elephants.Ferragamo's publicist sent a letter, hoping that the distinguished guest, Mr. Lawfison, would favorably patronize their new spring products.There were also some greeting emails from Montblanc, Burberry, and the one from Coach that was snobbishly thrown into the spam category by GMAIL.Loki deleted them all.

Then he checked the text message box, and apart from the landlord's perfunctory holiday congratulations and a large statement demanding a rent increase, there were discount advertisements from several restaurants he frequented.Loki mercilessly emptied them, including the landlord's one, which he intended to pretend he hadn't received.

After finishing all this, Loki lay on the bed and stretched his body vigorously.This morning was supposed to be like countless mornings in the first half of his life, quiet, boring, lazy, he could do whatever he wanted, play video games or watch some old TV series, and kill the whole day with nothing to do.But he felt as if some invisible thin thread tightly wrapped his throat, making him feel breathless, he even wanted to yell, smash something, and punch someone hard with his fist. individual nose.

Loki took a deep breath, trying to get all these messy thoughts out of his head.Sol is gone, and he is free.They are all free.This is a good thing.Thinking about it, Loki got up and walked to the kitchen, preparing to make himself a cup of coffee, so that the caffeine could stimulate his chaotic brain cells.He knew he was addicted to caffeine, just as some people are addicted to alcohol, but he was not going to change anything. The excess of caffeine was nothing compared to the excess of hysteria.

Loki bumped his toe the [-]th time while passing the living room, and he angrily licked the culprit, but that only made matters worse.Loki burst into tears in pain, and in a blur, he found that Tree Odinson was still in place, and the small string of lights flashed mocking light, quietly watching him jump.

"You wait for me, I will send you to the recycling center now."

Loki yells at a fake tree.He found a large enough packing bag from the kitchen, disassembled the Christmas tree, and stuffed it in.

"Great news, the garbage truck is due in an hour, poor boy. You'll be left with a pile of stinking waste, taken to a processing center, with luck you might make it back to the second-hand market, with no luck If you don’t, you’ll be squished, crushed, burned, and lost to this world—so I wish you a Happy New Year in advance.”

Loki sat on the carpet exhaustedly, looking at the little Christmas tree, which was no longer shining, and its branches were messy. It stayed in the packing bag, quietly, without saying a word.

Rocky remembered he had to make coffee.He stood up, limped towards the kitchen, threw the coffee capsules into the machine, and waited for the fragrant coffee to flow from the spout. Two minutes later, he returned to the living room, squatted down, and stared at the bag of Christmas trees that he was about to dispose of.Finally, he heard himself sigh, and pulled the twigs and ornaments out of the bag.Loki put them back together and put them in their original positions, and the small string of lights lit up again, flickering in the empty room.

"Okay, you won, you can stay."

Loki said in frustration.He had no idea how stupid it made him look.Wrestle with a tree, talk to yourself like a madman.

Rocky decided to go out and look around the mall, maybe he could run into attractive year-end discounts.He dressed himself neatly, wrapped him again in expensive suits and perfumes, his hair was no longer disheveled, but neatly pasted behind his head, looking energetic and tidy.

"Look at yourself," Loki patted his face in the mirror, "it's so damn good."

He picked up the car and drove to the bustling Manhattan. The whole New York City was immersed in a warm and sweet festive atmosphere. The streets and alleys were decorated with string lights and ribbons. The parents walked slowly behind, the lovers held hands, passing by an old couple holding each other.

Rocky turned the steering wheel irritably and drove in another direction.When he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the downstairs of the company.

How ironic.Rocky Lauferson subconsciously still haunts his work.

He parked the car helplessly, and decided to go to the office to see if there were any unfinished designs.When he passed the izakaya on the first floor, he saw Hogan sitting behind the cooking counter playing with his iPad.

Loki turned around and decided to go to the izakaya of Asgard Palace.

"A seafood pizza, the smallest size." Rocky sat down in front of the cooking counter, reached for the cup and poured himself a cup of barley tea, "Don't refuse, I know you just bought a new oven."

Hogan glanced at him, "Wait until I finish watching this funny video." He tilted the iPad a little, and a fat cat being harassed by its owner was playing on YouTube.

"Your taste is like Sif's 67-year-old aunt!" Loki yelled out of control. "Cat videos? Seriously?"

"Okay." Hogan put down the iPad and put on an apron. "What's the matter with you today. Maybe you should really have a pet. Cats are very good. Petting them can make you feel happy and healed."

"No, Hogan," Loki drank the barley tea down his throat, "it's not the same thing at all."

"That is how the matter?"

"Seafood pizza," Rocky poured hot water into the cup, "please—"

Hogan came back from the kitchen with Rocky's Seafood Pizza, piping hot and fresh from the oven, puffy and crispy from the new oven.Luo basically should have moved his index finger, but he just picked up the chopsticks, and unhappily picked off the surface jade and ate it.

"Let's talk about it," Hogan took away Loki's barley tea, replaced it with a small glass, and filled him with sake, "what's going on."

"What's going on." Loki drank the sake in one gulp. He didn't like this kind of alcohol very much, because it made him feel like he was drinking a pot of alcohol lamp.But at the moment he feels that alcohol is really a gift from God. "I'm just bored at Christmas to see if you have any new guests and say happy new year to them and give everyone a hug."

"Loki," Hogan shook his head, "no one will believe your nonsense."

"But you believed it—" Rocky shook his glass and asked for a refill, "that bullshit about the fire, the pizza, the wife—"

"So this time it's about the fire, or about the wife?" Hogan poured the clear liquid into Loki's cup, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, irritating Loki's nerves.

"It's me—" Loki raised his neck, and the wine glass bottomed out, "Some more."

Hogan poured it to him obediently.

"I don't feel very well." Loki frowned, drinking one glass after another, the alcohol quickly made him dizzy, "I always feel irritable, restless, negative-"

"Oh." Hogan shrugged.

"I'm wondering if I need to make an appointment with a family doctor." Rocky drank his drink again, "I suspect I have an anxiety disorder."

"Sol, let's go." Hogan refilled his drink without looking at him.

"He's gone," Loki replied honestly, and when he'd had too much to drink he'd become extra approachable. "Thank goodness he's gone. Life's back to normal. Cheers—"

Hogan watched him toast the air, "So you don't have anxiety, Rocky."

"Why do you say that." Loki looked at Hogan through the empty glass, the other's face was elongated comically, and he began to laugh like a drunk, "I can't sleep all night, I often wake up and forget that today is What day, I don't feel hot, I don't feel cold, I talk to a fake tree like a madman, I can't even control my emotions—"

"Loki."

"I--"

"Loki," Hogan interrupted his statement, calmly concluded, "you're fine. It's just love."

"What?" Loki looked at him drunkenly.

"It's just love," Hogan repeats, "you're just in love with Sol."

For a while, no one in the izakaya spoke.Rocky wanted to refute, but too much alcohol made him lose his resistance.

The bell by the door suddenly rang.For the first time, Xiangong Izakaya welcomed guests from other than Cosmos Rubik's Cube Studio.

"Hey, Loki!"

The voice of the visitor was somewhat familiar, and Loki carefully distinguished it for a while, "Peter Parker——"

"It's me!" Peter chirped, "Give me some Hell Ramen, thanks