Seven-ish Sentence Sunday
As well as my Fluffcember insanity, I'm also trying to get a pointless, fluffy Revival-verse Christmas fic that I started today out by Wed. Because I needed to do that to myself, didn't I? 🤣🤷♀️
“What about Scamp, though?” it suddenly occurred to him. “Will he not try to climb it? Or, gods forbid, attempt to use the soil as a convenient place to do his business?”
“I’m sure you can come up with some sort of solution to that,” Mobius said dismissively, waving a hand in a way that coarsely suggested magic. “He’ll get the message, anyway, once we’ve gotten grumpy at him a couple of times.”
After a few more minutes, they were far enough away from any trace of the local population to open a ‘door, and they stepped through to their living room, Loki levitating the tree over to its new home in the corner, and Scamp dashing into the room from the spare bedroom — long ago Mobius’ during Loki’s extended convalescence, but now one of the hoorijiin’s favourite retreats.
“Hey buddy,” Mobius said, scooping him up and stroking his head. “See that tree over there? You stay away, okay? Not yours.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’ll work, kjære,” Loki smirked, “Well done.”
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