Hale-Ferguson Residence
"There you go, big guy." Loki dropped Valentine's body on a sofa at the corner of Orion's room, sighing with satisfaction.
They'd successfully tucked everyone to a comfortable spot—either beside little Orion on his bed, on a secluded part of the floor or on the sofa like Valentine.
While doing this, they could still track the consciousnesses of the guys, making sure they didn't get lost or trapped. If they felt the slightest sign of something wrong, they'd be able to pull them out immediately.
Loki was just about to settle down on a spare chair when their phone rang.
"Gods, what now?" They pulled out the phone.
As expected, it was Apollo calling again. The god of light and other members of the Pantheon had been blowing up their phone for some minutes now.
No doubt because of the apocalypse.
But really… What could they do?
