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None—stop—" He put his hands against Sol, who wanted to get closer again, "I won't be your assistant, and your Heimdall won't lose his job. I don't intend to continue to have anything to do with you, so," he ordered out of breath, "this is the end.Did you hear that?So far—”

"How about marrying me?"

Saul asked abruptly.

"What?" Loki almost heard the biggest joke in the world, he even thought there was something wrong with his ears.

"I said, how about marrying me?"

"What is this? A marriage proposal?" Loki looked around and finally asked incredulously, "Here? In this place full of waterfowl screaming, children screaming, dog shit, hot dogs, and rotting bug corpses. My park—" He patted the bench under his buttocks, spreading his hands, "On the old, dirty bench full of dust and graffiti?"

"Proposal?" Loki called sharply. "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Saul said helplessly.

"Okay," Loki touched Thor's face with his hands full of ashes, "Then I will answer you seriously—"

"impossible."

When it was dark, they took Fenrir back to Loki's apartment.It's still the same as it was four months ago, not even the little Christmas tree has moved, but the little strings of lights are no longer on.As soon as Fenrir got off the leash, he immediately drilled inside and out of the apartment, and finally found a satisfactory place next to the sofa in the living room, and nestled comfortably.

"Why is it still there?" Sol looked at the Christmas tree amusedly, "You were firmly opposed to buying it back then."

"I forgot to lose it." Loki hung up his coat, loosened the collar of his shirt, and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, "Put your shoes in the shoe cabinet, Sol, why haven't you changed your bad habits—you You know, I've always been very busy. Tony Stark's villa project is coming to an end recently. I, Fandral and Verstagg have to go to the construction site every day, and it's eleven o'clock when we get home. The garbage truck only comes once a day. , if you throw it around you will be fined, and I don't want to come home one day and be greeted with a ticket."

"Oh." Sol didn't seem to care about what Loki said at all, he reached out and touched the branches of the Christmas tree, and they were clean without even ash.

"I'll help you dispose of it tomorrow," Saul suggested. "What time does the garbage truck come? I'll sort it out before then."

"No," Loki stood up, then sat down on the sofa again, picked up a magazine and flipped through it, "I mean, I don't need to trouble you, I can handle it myself."

"But if it's here, Fenrir has no place to live." Sol pointed to a pile of large and small bags at the entrance, most of which were Fenrir's toys, dog food and snacks, and an oversized kennel .

"I didn't allow you and your dog to live in." Rocky closed the magazine. "The landlord gave me an ultimatum last week. If I don't accept the rent increase, I have to move to another place. Since this is within a reasonable price The apartment closest to the company, I can only accept the price increase condition. This means that I have to pay nearly $500 more per month on this. You owe me $25 before, unless you will owe Settle the payment, and bear half of the rent and utility bills, oh yes, and promise not to litter the shoes again, otherwise nothing will be discussed.”

"The company just started, and I'm a little nervous," Saul sat by the Christmas tree and looked at the wire connector of the small string of lights. There was a hole in the plastic, exposing a section of copper wire.He familiarly took out a roll of electrical tape from the cabinet in the entrance, wrapped the wires, turned on the switch, and the small string of lights turned on again. "The 25 can be paid back later, as long as you don't turn me away... As for the rent, you know, this is New York, the rent and prices are unimaginably high—"

"Hmm." Loki re-opened the magazine in a leisurely manner, and turned to the next page.

"So..." Thor swallowed, Fenrir woke up from a light sleep as if he heard something, and straightened his neck. "So... how about going to Australia with me?"

"what?"

The magazine fell on his knees, Loki felt that he was too much frightened today, he picked up the magazine, and hoped that Sol didn't notice his gaffe.

"Go to Australia with me," Saul said with determination, "as I proposed earlier, marry me, and we move to Australia...Of course, it's also okay to be an assistant! I can pay you a salary, and Heim Dahl same, no, twice... quadruple!"

"..."

"Look, get married or apply for a job, choose one of the two." Saul said dryly, expecting to see some approval on Loki's face, "Or the two together, get married, and I can even give you a job offer." salary--"

"With all due respect," Loki was acutely aware, "this is called prostitution//prostitution//prostitution//prostitution."

"I mean," Thor was silenced by Loki, "I mean, I can promise you any conditions. As long as I have it." The small colored lights once again reflected his face colorfully and blurredly, making him For a moment, Rocky thought that it was back to the warm, sweet and memorable Christmas four months ago, "You can still continue your career in Australia, there are many rich people there, countless villas, manors, yachts , The party is waiting for you to design—"

As if he had made some kind of important decision, he took out a key from his pocket and stuffed it into Loki's hand.

"what is this?"

"The key," Sol began to stammer, if he went to negotiate with others like this, he would be guaranteed to pay nothing. "The key to the house I bought in Australia...Of course this is only for the back door. The front door is a smart lock. No keys...not as spacious as my mother's old villa, but it still has a view of the sea and we can go to the public beach on weekends...'

Loki didn't know if he was listening, he just looked down at the key in his hand.

"Also..." Sol fumbled in his pocket for a while, took out another set of keys, and stuffed it into Rocky's other hand, "This is a car I bought in Australia. I parked it in the garage. Bring it back. We can go for a drive in it, the roads are easy to drive there, much emptyer than New York..."

Loki spread his palms, and the shield logo on the car keys made his eyebrows move.

"What is this?" He picked up a key in one hand, "Marriage proposal? With the keys? With the house and the car?" Loki threw the keys at Sol's face, his tongue as sharp as a knife, "How do you think I of?"

"No, I just..." Thor explained, holding the keys.

"Enough," Rocky stood up, "first at the park and now trying to buy me off with all this shit. Saul Odinson, do you think I'm stupid like those kids in diapers or like Brooklyn mercenary like your whore?"

"Of course I didn't mean that..."

Loki raised his neck and squinted at him, "Sol, do you know what a marriage proposal is?"

"I……"

"How old?" Loki didn't give him a chance to explain.

"What?" This time it was Thor's turn to be confused.

"I said," Loki took a breath, "how big is the house you bought?"

"There are two floors above and below, with an attic, a terrace, and a garage. There is a swimming pool and lawn in the front yard, and an apple tree. The backyard is a garden. Acacia blooms in summer. If you don't like it, we can pull out roses and plant them. "Sol said straightaway, "Our bedroom is on the second floor, and we can see the sea and the sunset, golden and shining—"

"Enough." Loki interrupted him again.

Sol looked up at Loki, Loki condescendingly snatched the two keys from Sol's hand.

"It's mine," he said triumphantly.

"You mean," Thor looked at Loki in disbelief, "you mean, you said yes?"

"Acacia is good, but roses are not easy to take care of." Loki looked critically at the keys. "No sundries are allowed in the attic, and potatoes and tomatoes are not allowed on the terrace. That's too old-fashioned. The wallpaper in the master bedroom should be dark green. The curtains have to be shaded, the pool water is changed once a month—"

"Most importantly," he flicked the car keys, "don't paint the car gold!"

"Of course!" Sol nodded and agreed without thinking, "Of course! I listen to you! As long as you agree..."

"Great," Loki's smile was full of the stink of capitalism, "then now, you can kiss your groom—"

——THEEND——

Extra Story [-]: A Wedding and a Funeral

When Rocky received a call from old Jerry, he was suffering from a headache among a pile of paper patterns.

From the acceptance of Saul Odinson's marriage proposal, everything was put on the agenda.Buying a wedding ring, sorting out the materials, justifying the property (although Saul thinks it is unnecessary), applying to the court for a marriage license, and raising his hand to swear an oath under the watchful eye of the sleepy African-American female clerk... Then he began to prepare for the wedding, Everything from booking a venue, renting a wedding car, customizing a suit, to choosing a bouquet, ordering a menu, and choosing an invitation card must go through repeated comparisons and confirmations to ensure that they can hold the ceremony within the date and finally receive the certificate .Marriage is more than just putting on a wedding dress and exchanging rings, and girls, Rocky Lawfetson - soon to be Rocky Odinson - is now tempted to tell all the goofy girls in the world - long live single.

"Even when you were designing a house for Stark, you weren't so picky."

Sif sucks her hard