Playing the Piano

The Yggdrasil Loki had created looked exactly like Asgard's Yggdrasil.

Of course, not the one Su Ming had burned with fire, but the lush, verdant version preserved in Loki's memories.

The enormous tree, like a giant umbrella, cast a broad swath of shade over the ground. As the wind blew, leaves fluttered down, concealing Loki's green figure.

When Su Ming's group arrived, Loki was playing the piano beneath Yggdrasil.

A leaf spiraled down onto the piano. He reached out with slender fingers and gently plucked it away. Amid the dappled light filtering through the leaves, against the backdrop of fresh grass, the scene somehow possessed a certain beauty.

Everything was green, even the piano. It was very easy on the eyes.

Who knew what Wade had been thinking? Not only had he made everything green, he had even made Loki play Queen's "Killer Queen." One look at Loki's stiff back was enough to tell that he was unwilling.

Yet he had no choice. Loki not only had to play, but sing as he played.

Fortunately, Deadpool seemed to have had enough of the gender gag. Loki had already returned to his original appearance: a young man with shoulder-length black hair.

Su Ming looked at Hamill and Ciri beside him, then at Magik.

To Ciri and Hamill, this song did not exist. But to Magik and Su Ming, it was already a classic old song. The sense of temporal discontinuity was especially apparent at that moment.

Still, that did not hinder Ciri's love of music. She was a shut-in obsessed with song-and-dance television shows. How could programs from the forties compare to golden hits from the seventies?

"He plays pretty well."

Ciri tilted her head and listened for a while before offering her conclusion. Deathstroke showed no intention of moving on,