Loki sighed. He was tired of being here. He wanted to go home. To just crawl up in his bed and get a good night's sleep before he would spend his days doing nothing. He was not a child to be controlled, or forced to do something. He was a god, son of Odin Allfather. He wasn't even supposed to be here. He was not a halfblood. He was not some abomination of unholy acts between mortals and gods. He missed Thor, though he would never ever admit it.
In resign, Loki tucked his book under his arm and sat underneath a tree beside the lake, the shade covering him from the blaring sunlight. He opened the book and crossed his ankles as he laid lazily against the trunk of the tree, reading silently to himself. His lips moved breathlessly to the words as he read them, no noise from his mouth. Loki scratched his chin slightly, and was soon lost in the book. He licked his lips and continued to silent read.
The campers moved about on the paths, in their cabins, in the mess hall, in the water, but Loki was completely still and peaceful. He didn't even notice things around him aside from the little bird that found perch on Loki's shoulder. He gave a slight smirk, then continued to read, not noticing the girl approaching.