Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-one - Enter a little chaos (part one)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-one - Enter a little chaos (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-one - Enter a little chaos (part two)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-ONE

(part two)

“Asgard blew up,” Heather said. “That’s why this one is. . . here.”

“She knows me well,” Loki nodded. “Loves me best.”

“Get,” Heather said. She paused between every word. “Out. Of. My. Bed.”

Loki zipped out of the bed by his feet again. He landed on his rear just past the end of the bed.

“Ow,” Loki said.

“What does he want?” Tres asked.

“No idea,” Heather said.

“I want you to fix it,” Loki said.

“Fix what?” Tres asked.

“This television show,” Loki said. “Just wreck it.”

Heather crossed her arms and leaned against the backboard of the bed.

“You’re a God!” Loki said. “You can fix this!”

Heather snapped her fingers, and Loki disappeared.

“Where’d he go?” Tres asked.

“Roof,” Heather said.

“Very funny,” Loki said, appearing at the end of the bed. “Very funny.”  

“Think of it this way,” Heather said. “They’re making a show about you. It will bring you to a new audience.”

“But that’s not me!” Loki said. “I’m not that jerk.”

“Does it matter?” Heather asked. “Exactly like you, not like you, just your fame, mythical you — it’s all the same. More people will know your name again. They’ll look up who you are and what you do. Some will love you, and some will hate you. It’s been like that since time began.”

“Huh,” Loki said. “That makes sense to me.”

“Imagine that,” Tres said with a roll of his eyes.

Loki pointed to Tres and laughed.

“I like him,” Loki said. “We should keep him.”

“We?” Heather asked.

“And?” Tres asked.

“When do I get my share?” Loki asked.

Tres picked up a book on his bed stand and threw it at Loki. The God of Mischief disappeared before the book hit him. The book hit the wall with a thud.

“Sorry,” Heather said.

“Don’t be,” Tres said. “I told Nelson that we should expect Loki any day now.”

“Why?” Heather asked.

“He’s naturally curious,” Tres said with a shrug. “He does care about you.”

“Define ‘care’?” Heather said.

Tres grinned at her. He got up to get the champagne and snacks. He poured two small glasses of champagne and set the chocolate and raspberries between them. He fed her ripe raspberries, and she fed him chocolate.

In a half-hour, the kids were due home, dinner needed starting, and a million other worries descended. For now, they simply enjoyed their time together.

It was wonderful.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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