Midnight (300 words) by LokiOfSassgaard
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Loki (Marvel)
Summary: Asgard can be vexingly inconvenient sometimes.
He hadn’t realised just how much different Midgard was until he had to spend significant time back on Asgard. Each time he spent a meaningful amount of time amongst the mortals, their world had grown and changed and evolved. Life got easier each time, as new conveniences sprung up out of thin air, often solving problems Loki hadn’t even realised existed.
Sitting on the floor before the cold fire pit in his bedchamber, with his latest project scattered all around him, Loki found himself truly vexed by Asgard’s many inconveniences. Some magic could be woven entirely through intent, bent into shape by his own will. Other spells and rituals relied on Asgard itself. And as he ground eggshells into a fine dust with a mortar and pestle, waiting for the time to be right to continue with the next step, Loki wondered how anyone ever got anything done.
His watch didn’t keep time on Asgard, rendering it pointless to keep by his side. Were he on Midgard, he could use it to precisely count the seconds until midnight to ensure his spell would be a potent as possible. But he was not on Midgard. He was on Asgard. There were no clocks to count the seconds, or church bells to mark the passing of the hour. He could only sit on the floor and keep his attention focused out the window, hoping he had not confused the phases of the moons in his absence as he waited for the smallest one to cross the sky in the east.
And the next time he needed to perform a spell precisely at midnight, Loki vowed to do it on Midgard. Until then, he waited, passing the time as he crushed eggshells that had been ready to use for at least an hour.