Myra was bored. Plain and simple. Her phone had stopped buzzing about an hour ago and the boys were still asleep in the next room while she sat out on the couch in the hotel room’s living area. She’d tried watching television and going for a short walk to re-up on her cigarettes and candy stash, and had even contemplated going to one of the casinos to see if she might be able to pass a little bit of time. But she was wary about going out without the boys. David and Edgar had been adamant about her staying inside during the day while they were on vacation, and she really had no other option but to obey.
“Ah. And my hypothesis is confirmed.” Loki maintained an even level of voice, but inwardly grinned. She’d become like the other…what was his name? Ah, yes. Eric. In any case, it explained much of the change, the new bravado. She’d figured out a way to become more, and from all indications was enjoying it. It reminded him vaguely of his own transformation, after he’d learned the truth.
Still, though, she was Myra. Still with the slight slips of tongue, still no god. “Indeed you have,” he remarked lightly, taking a confident step towards her. “And while I appreciate the sentiment, you needen’t worry about me. Sometimes, we have to leave. To learn. To grow.” His eyebrow arched, clearly expecting a prompt answer. “Don’t you agree? Tell me, Myra. What did your dearest Loki miss?”