THE TRICKSTER AND THE MONARCH (3)

'Loki, you know that I am leaving right?'

Loki nodded solemnly. Azief shakes his head and then said with a helpless expression

'You know; I always don't know what to do about you. I have been thinking about this for a long time but I still don't have any answers'

Loki coughed again. Azief eyes shows concern for the kid.

'If you are not my friends, if you are not someone I regarded as my little brother, you know I would have not let you live this long right? It would be impossible considering my personality. You would be dead buried six feet under…or turns into dust'

Loki nodded calmly and then he said

'You do know that your personality sucked right?' Loki said that in matter of factly. Azief only sneered at Loki taunts

'Well, I know that better than you. But that is like pot calling the kettle black' Loki laughed and he felt his rib contracts and he winces in pain but he could not help but to have the last word