Magic Box, Friday

[abitlowkey]

As he had managed to dodge caring for a small, screaming mass yesterday, Loki was feeling rather proud of himself as he went to work today. As one should, really.

Work was a relative word it seemed, though. As he sat cross legged on the countertop, enthralled by the dashboard of his Tumblr account. It was filled with only the newest exploits of his brother and his little Avenger friends.

Look, he was Loki. A little odd behavior was only to be expected when it came to Thor.

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Loki, you massive nerd.

Wesley came by on his lunch break from the library with a shopping list in hand. Yep, Loki, you had an actual customer.

"Morning," he said absently as he walked in. It wasn't until he looked up from his list that he spotted who was working the counter today. Or, well, working on the counter, anyway. Maybe not even working. Sitting, really. "Oh! I didn't know you worked today," he said intelligently. "Hello."

[abitlowkey]

"I would not so much call it working," Loki replied, not looking up from an amusing gif of his brother being made to appear dancing.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"One doesn't typically tell the customers that," Wesley informed him helpfully. "Even when it was already very much in doubt."