Keep your enemies close

The void was peaceful.

A pleasant breeze rustled the grass and a tame and playful Alioth watched over all.

The various Lokis toiled away, gathering materials that littered the void. They were attempting to build acceptable lodging now that they didn't need to fear being eaten by an angry cloud.

A particularly boastful Loki stood back and admired his work. He had staked claim to the remains of half a farmhouse and had already stabilized the walls and closed in the windows.

He turned suddenly as he heard someone clearing their throat behind him.

"I believe you have something of mine ," the presidential Loki said in a deep growl. His black curls spilled over the front of his horned crown as if he had just gotten out of bed and threw them on in a rush.

The boastful one laughed mockingly, "I can't imagine what you're talking about."

The presidential Loki took a threatening step forward and threw out his hand in the direction of the house, " That is my window, you stole it, you thief!"

Not backing down the boastful one also took a step forward, "You weren't even using it, it's been leaning against that hovel you call a house for ages."

The horned one glared back and shifted forward again, "I was going to use it, I just had to make it fit!"

The boastful one moved forward to stare him down, "It fits perfectly here , go find another one!"

"I like that one!"

"Finders keepers!"

They just glared at each other for a minute, almost nose to nose, fists clenched and breathing heavily with anger.

A growl from below drew their attention. They both looked down and parted to let the alligator pass between them. The kid who ruled the void had tasked it with keeping the peace and it was very committed to its job.

The horned one turned with a huff and stalked off in the direction of his cabin.

The next day, the boastful one was asleep in a reclining patio chair he had recently found and placed in front of his house. His golden hammer lay upon his chest, and a smoothie he had made was on the ground at his side.

His slumber was disturbed by a sharp poke to the arm that almost knocked him off his chair.

"Get up!", the presidential Loki demanded.

The boastful one stood with annoyance and held his hammer up menacingly, "Go away! I was trying to sleep!"

The president pointed aggressively above the boastful one's head, "Under my door!"

Indeed the boastful one had constructed a makeshift awning out of the front door. It was attached to the wall of the house on one side and held up with metal pipes on the other.

"I needed some shade. I wasn't going to wait around for you to make use of it."

The president fumed, "I was making use of it, I installed it last week!"

"Badly!"

The president growled under his breath, stalked over with a steady glare then snatched the boastful one's smoothie, took a large sip through the straw and stomped off taking the drink with him.