Hammer base - I really want to shoot something

It's not that Loki didn't bring enough clothes, when he moved into Thor's house, Fandral broke his leg running over his luggage.

"My ten girlfriends combined don't have as many clothes as you, my friend!"

Facing his roommate's accusation, Loki just rolled his eyes coolly.

"My friend, it was you who begged me to live with you in Thor's house!"

"Oh, it makes it seem like you have a lot of places to go during your summer vacation..."

"You can't say that, at least I won't live in your brother's house!" Loki put the accent on the word brother, and then added a cardboard box to him, "This is my shoes, be careful!" He glanced at Fandral's trembling legs and said.

"It's kind of weird, it makes you feel like you're jealous that I have a brother like Thor." Fandral also accented the word brother, but feebly, causing Loki to kick him in the ass.

"Watch out! If you smash my leather shoe, I'll put it in your mouth!"

Loki kept staring at Fandral who was walking forward tremblingly, afraid that he would really throw the cardboard box to the ground.Even Loki doesn't know what he's nervous about until he meets Thor's face.

Thor was standing at the corner of the second floor, wearing a white shirt, looking handsome and gentle in the sun, he laughed and patted the cardboard boxes piled in Fandral's arms, squeezed his shoulder, and turned to face The smile in Loki's eyes widened even more.

"Welcome home, Loki."

Loki shoves the white shirt back into the closet. --Forget it!

God of Mischief (Swift Scout): I have something to do tomorrow night, so I can't LOL.

It was another round of crushing, and while the game characters were going home, Loki tapped the keyboard and typed this sentence.

Soon his ADC replied as follows.

Son of Thunder (Maglin Gunner): Well, I know.

Although it was only four short words, Loki read them back and forth several times.The two never spoke a word after that.

[I hope he is not angry, after all, everyone has a private life. 】

Fandral pushed the door and walked out of Loki's room reeking of alcohol, singing an out-of-key tune.

"I thought you wouldn't be back tonight." Loki was shopping for equipment at the base without even raising his eyes.

"How is it possible, am I the kind of bastard who values ​​sex and despises friends~" He put his head in front of Loki's laptop: "Yo, I'm still playing games."

Loki's big, shaggy head clearly blocked his view, and he clicked his tongue and tugged at Fandral's hair, causing him to look away in pain.

"Oh my hair...don't pull it!! Ha, Thor still chose the cannon!!!"

Thor?

Thor! ! ! ! ! !

Loki's hand shook violently, causing Fandral to yelp. He shook off the mouse and stared desperately at his drunken roommate: "What did you just say? Thor?!"

"what?"

Fandral squinted his eyes, didn't recover for a long time, and Loki slapped him several times in anger: "Damn, how much did you drink?"

"It's okay, okay, not too much, not too much."

"I didn't fucking ask you that!" Loki pulled hard again, making Fandral beg for mercy, "Who the fuck is Thor! Say it!!"

"Thor? Son of Thunder = Thunder God = THOR...Have you never heard of Norse mythology?" While Loki was in a daze, the half-drunk and half-awake Fandral hurriedly saved his hair, "Even if you haven't heard of Norse mythology, Marvel !Did you build THOR under Marvel? Hero! Women's Federation!"

Fandral's big tongue is not easy to speak, and he said this passage two or three times, but Loki still looked distracted, Fandral laughed loudly, and suddenly rubbed Loki's hair into a mess: "What are you thinking, you My hair is ruined! But now I rubbed yours too... hahahaha..."

"It's still THOR, then I'm still the evil god LOKI..." Loki took up Fandral's last sentence without thinking, and gave the drunk a bad look, "Haha, hurry up and go back to the room, the smell of alcohol is killing you gone."

Fandral drooped his head and didn't seem to understand what his roommate was saying, but when Loki turned and pushed, he hummed an out-of-key tune and stumbled out the door.

Looking at Loki, who was in a daze at the warning sign that appeared on the game interface because he hadn't moved the character for a long time, it took him a long time to calm down.

With his messy hairstyle, he suddenly realized that his mood was as messy as his hair, even his chest was stuffy, and he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to say it.

It wasn't until before going to bed that Loki Laufeyson yelled out the anger he had held in his heart for a long time: "Fuck his Norse mythology!"