Sunday Six

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Someone had left those movies on again. In one of his more paranoid moods, Loki would have thought they were meant as some form of subtle mockery aimed in his direction. This time, he was willing to believe someone had just put them on and then lost interest because no-one had the attention span to watch hobbits walk across New Zealand for twelve hours.

Loki had no idea what a hobbit even was, but some of the dwarves in the saga had been blessed with some suspiciously familiar names. But even suspiciously-named dwarves weren’t enough to hold Loki’s attention for very long. Perhaps it was the inherent mind-numbing boredom of SHIELD’s HQ or the fact that he wasn’t allowed to go out and play with the other kids because of something he’d only done that one time, but little was able to hold his attention at all.

Somehow, Loki being annoyed about hobbits amuses me. Dunno why.