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Loki
They say that cats had more senses than humans, perhaps even dogs. For a dog might have known when emotions had drawn up in their human but would rush to them to be a sense of comfort. No matter the times that they were brushed aside. She liked to think that cats were better than that more dignified more fitting companions because quite plainly cats knew when to disappear and reappear when needed. They were not always appreciated for such efforts but they knew.
Her master was a funny little thing, not that cats really had a master. Loki thought of him as a creator of things, but even so, Loki would forever feel entitled to do as she pleased, when she pleased. However, he was a strange little thing that Moon insisted on protecting with all the magic that was in him was certainly able to command the older and no less wise cat. He would toddle after his creator from a distance and keep an eye on things. He reminded Loki far too much of a dog in that regard. The second oldest Orange was more in tune with cat-like instincts and reflexes but he was just as odd in his inability not to listen to direct commands. There was Hairless Mouse, the one that had greeted her upon her rebirth with a loud strangled hiss. He had been the most normal of them, cuddled up to the master, demanding attention and comfort. Hairless acted loud and in charge, but he was far from it. Loki won any scuffles that he started. She would only have to bite at his tail and it was enough to send him running. Running straight for Creator.
Loki herself had come from a place that was dark, her last memories are of a large box speeding towards her with wheels. She watches said contraptions move below her perch at the window. The second person that had entered their world had at one point been small, tiny, and she had smelt the scent on the strange string that the creator wore. One that he was pretty insistent to keep away from prying paws. Humans were strange creatures but the Tall One as she has come to think of him smells of many emotions. Not all of them good, potent magic that is like the others, her even, but different. There are blends she supposes to his scent that make it like a magnet that she can not help but be intrigued by. Not enough to leave the creator's side, as he leaves such a being often enough for the Tall one is prone to baring teeth like Hairless, arching his back, and storming off to places.
Tall though unlike her creator seems to need her more. Hairless Mouse has the place by his side and Tall has none. Tall does not carry any favor, nor does he give off the kindest of magical readings. She though knows that no creature can truly be alone. Even the most solitary found mates or interacted ever so briefly with others. And so Loki takes great care in jumping down from her place at the window, she struts towards the armchair and makes the graceful leap up onto the rest. She perches herself and lets out a loud Mew. It is the best way to gain a Human’s attention as they can be quite blind and deaf for things that have such large eyes and strange holes on the sides of their heads.
Tall looks at her with a frown as he usually looks at all things with that expression. She slowly shifts herself closer pressing her head against his hand, sometimes hints were just things that he needed. He slowly brushes her head and she flicks her tail to the side assessing if this was a good place to lay.
His brown eyes look into her green. She stares back.
“You know you are becoming a bit of an annoyance.” He says something in that rumbling voice that he had. Tall though has started to relax he is not frowning as deeply. She can feel his breathing starting to slow. So yes laying down is a good thing to accomplish.
“Don’t think that this means that I like you.” He pauses in petting her and she bats an eye. She has no idea what Tall is trying to tell her, but his tone is soothing and therefore she starts to close her eyes. “I still have not forgiven you for destroying those curtains. I probably would not mind as much if I did not have to ask bloody Harry about fixing them.”
Loki lets out a soft purr for him to continue. He seems to really need to rumble off sound today. Which is fine she can be an ear if that will make him feel better. Hairless and the others let the creator talk to them and Loki knows that it helps him feel better, even though he mostly scolds Loki when she is in on the conversations for trying to steal tasty little morsels off of the table or out of pots and pans. He lets Hairless get away with it, but she suspects that's because he likes him best.
“I think you like destroying my things.” Tall shakes his head. His fingers stop petting along her back and he touches her ear, which of course causes her to open his eyes. Just when he had been doing so well too. It’s not like she has a lot of motivation to move though.
He messes up the fur around her head. She mews to tell him that while this action is somewhat acceptable, that it was much better when he did other things.
“Stupid cat.” He smiles then a little and she supposes that she can deal with slight indignity if it has won her some love points. He then goes back to his book and she lays there waiting for the opportune time to force him to take a break.
Humans could become so fixated on things that were seemingly so unimportant. What could be better than napping, chasing mice and the strange creature with long ears, and eating the fine food off of the creator’s plate? Perhaps attention and affection were some things that were nice as well. Loki would know that the few pets she has gotten from the smaller human are nice. He thought he didn't pet her near as often as Tall. Tall likes her, of that she is certain.
She takes a long doze next to him before making sure that he is reminded of his needs. She puts her head over the top of the book. He shoves a little at her face for it.
‘No.’ She Meows loudly, ‘you have been doing this long enough’
“Loki.” He reprimands.
She plays cute, giving him big eyes and nipping at his book and fingers.
“I am not in the mood to play.” He continued to try and keep a death grip on the book. Though the only word she understood of that is play. She knows that he doesn’t seem to want that. Which is too bad because playing is exactly the type of distraction that he needs.
She keeps placing herself all over him no matter the way that he twists. It is sort of a fun game when she thinks of it. Keep away she has not played it in ages. Not since she was a kitten and she has no idea how long ago that was.
Finally, he concedes and she sits proudly on his lap and book.
“I hope that you are pleased with yourself.” He says petting along her chin and she leans into that. “I suppose that you will be following me to bed.
Bed. Another word that she recognizes. Yes, she would like to sleep more and she moves so that he gets up. She leads him, tail up, as she is not a dog she does not follow and sits by his door. Her tail flicks as she waits impatiently for him. Humans could be so slow. She darts in when he does turn the knob to make sure there is nothing unfriendly inside. She checks the corners and under the large nest of pillows and blankets also known as a bed.
When she is sure that Tall and herself will be safe she then takes her place at the foot of the bed, scratching slightly the spot before laying upon it. Yes, this human was not her creator but she would choose him as he seems as lonely as her.