Living La Vida Loki
I was almost over it, I swear. The onslaught of press for Thor:The Dark World had subsided and I’d all but forgotten the plot of War Horse (okay, that’s not true because the title gives it away: it’s about war and a horse!) With the impending holidays providing motivation to get my house in shape for visiting relatives, I was back to reality and feeling confident that my Loki/Tom Hiddleston phase was quickly becoming a thing of the past. Soon it would be just an awkward memory of that time . . . that dark, dark time when I found myself simultaneously checking airfare to London, searching StubHub UK for jacked up Coriolanus tickets, all while calculating how much I could “borrow” from my children’s college fund.
“Sorry kids, I know I promised to fund a few semesters of community college, but mommy had a little bit of a - Shakespeare problem a few years back . . .” That was a reality check.
Also, there were no tickets available.
So I moved on. I was doing really well until my poorly drawn husband, whom I left for Loki a few blog entries back, surprised me with an early Christmas gift.
Yes – it was a life size cardboard cutout of the Norse- God- turned-Marvel- Comics- villain, Loki.
Wow.
Why?!?!? Was this an act of love and support for my mania or a twisted payback for my ill-conceived, poorly rendered comic? Was he trying to tell me something? What was I supposed to do with this? More importantly, where would I hide it when the in-laws came to visit?
I put it downstairs in the family room/music studio where it freaked out my kids while they played video games. My youngest thought he saw it move and both boys felt like they were being watched. The first evening I went downstairs to practice music I turned on the light, turned around and nearly screamed at the stranger lurking in the corner. Loki, you trickster, stop . . . just standing there!
I had to find something else to do with Loki. If he were real what would I want from a mischievous Norse god?
Dishes. I’d want him to do my dishes and maybe even tidy up the kitchen a bit. After all, there’s nothing sexier than a man working in the kitchen and his brother was easily domesticated.
Not only did he serve the breakfast, but you know he was going to clean up afterwards while Jane sipped coffee and worked more on her looney toons astrophysics thing.
Would it kill you to at least create the illusion that my kitchen wasn’t so cluttered?
Doesn’t really work.
Maybe some role play?
“I’m Loki Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you, although I’m not feeling inclined to do so right at this moment.”
Nah. It’s a little creepy and probably involves more copyright headaches than it’s worth.
Finally, here we are, alone at last in the boudoir. Loki, quit smirking. You know why we’re here.
I’ve faithfully recreated the Asgard prison set in my bathroom. Awesome!
While it’s true that I could have written out and addressed all of my holiday cards in the time it took to complete this little photo-journal, I will say it did yield one good result. I finally figured out how I will hide Loki when the in-laws arrive.
