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If we can catch up, it will be the same if we go the next day. "

"Not the same," Loki said through gritted teeth. "And, tell Sif to never, never, ever get near my wedding—"

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Extra Story [-]: The Last Last

The rose flapped its wings and fell to the floor, the glass stubble covered the ground like brilliant diamonds, and the clear water snaked up to Loki's feet.

Saul was panting violently, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were flustered, and his lips were tightly pursed, somewhere between guilt and arrogance.Annoyance spun webs on his eyelashes, and righteousness snorted out of his nose.

"So you started domestic violence, didn't you, Saul Odinson?" On the contrary, Loki crossed his arms leisurely, his skin trembling slightly under his fingertips, "Come on, Saul, come on. Let me see Are your fists as strong as the lad's? Come on, come on!"

Sol tensed.Brows have been left with blunt nicks over the years.He didn't mean to overturn the vase, messing with the fresh roses that Loki bought from the morning market on purpose.They were arguing, Loki was pressing every step of the way, Sol was so angry that he waved his arms unconsciously, knocked over the glass bottle with his elbow, and the roses fell to the ground like a group of butterflies on fire.It's that simple.But he couldn't explain it, Loki's voice cut his patience like a laser, his pride was pushed to the edge of the cliff, Thor couldn't retreat, so he chose to jump off.

Saul turned and went back to the bedroom without saying a word.

This was their eighth year of marriage, and the fifth since Narf had been home.At this time last year, Rocky was still drinking tea and chatting with the psychology professor next door, bragging about his seven-year itch as if he had slipped away to travel around the world, who would have thought that it would be too late after a year.Loki and Thor hate each other, and even refused to share the breakfast table when it was serious. No one can be responsible for the marriage that has no choice but to come to this point.

Loki lay down beside Nalf's ear.

"Loki." Narf rubbed his eyes.

Loki kissed his forehead, "I'll borrow half a bed from you."

"Have you and Sol fought again?"

"Did I wake you up?" Loki got under the covers and touched Narf's little feet.

"I heard the sound of something breaking."

"Sol accidentally knocked over the vase, it's nothing." Loki tucked the quilt up for the little guy, "You often break things too, remember, my little mouse."

Narf the little mouse giggled, with a dimple growing on his right cheek, "You mean the enamel pot, Loki."

"Yes, if you remember."

"Sorry, Loki."

"It's not your fault, little mouse." Laufey's nineteenth-century enamel jug died in a game of hide-and-seek, but how could he blame Narf, "It's time to sleep, close your eyes, and Mr. Dinosaur will be in I found you in my dream."

Narf obeyed obediently.After a while, he secretly opened his eyes, the blue eyes were transparent and flawless, "I will be performing a play this Saturday."

Loki replied with his eyes closed, "I know, baby."

"will you come?"

"Of course, little one," said Loki, "I'm never absent."

"Will Saul come too?"

Loki opened his eyes, "Do you want him to come?"

Narf fiddled with his toys, and the velociraptor spread its claws on the star wallpaper. "Nathan's mom and dad will be there."

Sensitive little things.Loki thought. "Sol will come."

"You guys together?"

"Of course," said Loki, "we'll come together."

"you promise?"

"I promise." Loki couldn't refuse any request from his little mouse, and it wasn't too much. "You play the king, don't you?"

"The prince," Narf corrected, "the prince of Asgard. He married the princess of Jotunheim."

"Who will play the princess?"

"Villette."

"Do you like Violet??"

"She's the prettiest girl in the class."

"Great, Nafie, you are the most handsome boy," Loki brushed Narfie's soft, curly brown hair, and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Now, go to sleep, my little prince." .”

Psychology professors point out that people always find comfort in being in a camp, for example, if you need to discipline two difficult teens at the same time, the relationship will go a long way.He grabbed the rebellious son who was about to slip out the door like he had eyes behind his back, "Tell me you didn't steal your dad's car keys, and you wouldn't drive without a license to pick up your little girlfriend?"

Pietro was like a gopher being shot, rolled his eyes and shrank his neck back to the room, not forgetting to slam the door shut.

"By the way, tell your sister that your dad and I will never set foot in an Apple experience store until she gets an A+ in biology."

"It doesn't matter!" Pietro roared across the room.

"Look, like this," he turned his head, smiling at Loki, "you're going to fight together, trying to get alcohol, drugs, and condoms out of the barren lives of teenagers."

"No," Loki refused blindly, "this day will not happen."

"Narfo will always grow to be 16. He will grow taller and stronger, fanciful and free."

"No." Narf will always be his little mouse.

"There are still eight years, and it will pass quickly. Time will only go faster and faster. Do you remember eight years ago?"

Rocky certainly remembered eight years ago.He married Saul for a house with a view of the sea and a roadster.After they got married, they lived in Australia for a short period of time. The world of the two was warm, sweet and romantic.But soon, Sol, who was so traditional that he was a bit old-fashioned, began to ask for a child.

"You know it's impossible for us." Rocky didn't want a slimy little thing to ruin his life. He didn't want to wake up every day and be ready to make formula, change diapers, and worry about the flu. Virus. "I can't have one," Loki stated, "and obviously you can't either."

"We could adopt a child," Saul kindly suggested.

"We can't."

"You really need to raise your offspring." Sif, who had vowed never to get married, chased her second son across the ocean to feed the baby mud, and never forgot to take the time to scold Loki, "You can't expect each other to take care of yourself Forever. Besides, kids are cute. Come back, Geoffrey! Don't take your brother's car!" At this moment her eldest son began to cry at the top of his voice, and Loki took the microphone away. "Anyway, you Think about it again," Sif breathlessly returned to the phone, "I'm not judging your life, you know, I'm just giving you some advice from the standpoint of a mother and a friend."

The morning dining room is rattling.

First of all, Loki and Thor stared at the same mug at the same time.Then they reach out to the coffee machine again simultaneously.The fried egg was not so lucky, it was divided into two rough parts by the melon, and it was displayed on the plates of Rocky and Sol respectively, and the egg yolk dripped all over the table.

Narf laughed, and the dimple was filled with honey.

"Hurry up and eat," Rocky urged his son, "I have to pick up Pietro and Wanda in a while." The psychology professor next door took her husband to give a lecture in Massachusetts, and Rocky needed to pick up the remaining two teenagers.Nalf finished his fruit cereal, jumped off the chair, and went to the room to pack his small schoolbag.

Rocky started the conversation abruptly, "Saturday is Nafi's play."

Saul frowned, still holding the knife and fork, cutting the fried egg intently.

"I promise him you will go too."

The omelette fell off Sol's fork and smashed onto the plate.

Thor raised his head in dissatisfaction, and looked directly at Loki for the first time, "You make your own decisions again."

"I can't say no to Nafie," Rocky said. "His classmates have parents in attendance. You haven't been around since the first day. Do you know what grade he's in this year?"

"First grade." Saul said with certainty.

"Second grade." Loki was not surprised.

Sol fell silent. "Okay," he admitted his mistake, "but I'm so busy, I might fly to Los Angeles this Saturday."

Loki smiled angrily, "Are you free to attend my funeral?"

"Why do you have to misinterpret my meaning?" Saul put down his knife and fork. "I just have to do my job."

"As if I don't need to finish my work." Loki threw all of Sol's cutlery into the dishwasher, "But at least I won't leave Nafie at kindergarten just to catch a plane."

"That was just an accident..." Saul raised his hands, "Besides, if I don't work hard, we won't have enough income for Narf to go to a private elementary school."

"You are humiliating me, Saul Odinson!" Loki turned around angrily, "First, I alone have the ability to provide Nafi with the best environment until he graduates from college; second, go to Fucking Hollywood!"

"I have to be accountable to my company and my employees."

"Then you remember being responsible to Narf?"

Loki waved his arms, blowing air into Thor's face.

"Loki?"

Nalf jumped out of the room with a small schoolbag on his back.

The conversation broke up badly, Loki failed to get Thor's promise, and Thor got a cloud of anger.Both lose.Rocky got into the car and adjusted the rearview mirror. Pietro and Wanda sat at opposite ends of the back row, as if separated by some mutually repelling force field.The siblings who were inseparable when they were young unknowingly became incompatible enemies. Adolescents are really complicated creatures.

"Sol won't come?" Narfro asked consciously.

"He will come," Loki said to Narf in the rearview mirror, "I promised you. Remember, I promised you last night. I will not break my promise."

"But he didn't promise you.