"Where is that witch? Why isn't my water her yet?" The Asgardian started to mumble as several minutes passed, "Tsk, guarding someone like Thor Odinson is already nerve-racking and now this blatant show of disrespect... I should ask the sergeant to do something about it. No matter who it is, they should respect the hard-working soldiers."
The soldier did not know who the person actually was Loki in the form of a beautiful maiden. Either way, the soldier had been on duty for more than a couple of days now, guarding the sanatorium, he expected his needs to be taken care of immediately.
While he was bitching about his over proportionate needs, the soldier in the golden armour saw another healer, making her way towards the Sanatorium. It almost felt like Deja vu because the healer had the exact same face as the one he had just sent away to fetch him some water.
"You! Where is my water?" The soldier asked the lady.
