Drama Alert: Today's Show Is Canceled! | The Immortal Gazette
The camera pans across the chaotic Immortal Gazette studio, but instead of the usual grumpy calm or theatrical storytelling, today’s scene is far more… complicated. Alice, lounging on the couch, her feet kicked up casually on the armrest, is lazily twirling a cup of tea between her fingers. Her expression? A mix of bored and slightly smug.
Loki, seated beside her, is giving her a back rub—one that, to any casual observer, might look a little… too friendly. His fingers work slowly, and while he’s trying to appear calm, there's a flicker of mischief in his eyes, a little too relaxed for someone who is supposedly just helping Alice with her “bad posture.”
“You know, Loki, you really are good at this,” Alice murmurs lazily, her voice smooth, unbothered.
Loki chuckles, clearly enjoying the situation. “Ah, don’t get used to it, mad queen. I have a reputation to maintain.”
Just as Alice lets out a contented sigh, a loud bang echoes from the door, followed by an ominous, deep growl. The door swings open to reveal Rumple—his expression twisted in that particular way that can only mean one thing: disaster is about to strike.
His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene, the back rub, the relaxed smirks, the unbelievably intimate vibe between the two immortals.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” Rumple snarls, his voice laced with absolute fury. His words are barely out of his mouth before a faint, eerie green glow begins to radiate from his fingertips.
Alice doesn't even flinch. “Oh, don’t mind us, Rumple. Just maintaining the peace. No big deal, sweetheart,” she replies, casually looking up at him like this is just another day in the immortal world.
Loki arches a brow, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Yeah, it’s a good time, Rumple. You should try it sometime. A little back rub never hurt anyone.”
Rumple’s eye twitches. “This—” He gestures wildly. “—is not a ‘little back rub.’ This is a full-on romantic display! A fling—don’t even try to deny it! I’m not stupid!”
At that exact moment, a loud flick of Rumple's wrist sends today’s notes flying across the studio. Parchment swirls like a violent storm around them, before whoosh—all of it is tossed into the fireplace.
“Burn! Burn, damn it!” Rumple hisses, watching the notes incinerate in flames. “Everything is ruined. Absolutely ruined!”
Alice, unbothered as always, lazily flicks her hair back. “You know, Rumple, I personally think you’ve just got a bit of a ‘jealousy’ problem.”
Loki grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, definitely jealousy. Can you imagine? Spending eternity in the shadows while we bask in the glow of casual affection.”
And then—it happens. The air crackles. Suddenly, the room is filled with the grossest croaking noise you could possibly imagine. Frogs. Dozens of frogs, no, hundreds—no, make that thousands—of frogs come splashing into the room, hopping across the floor and making a disgusting mess.
The crew is screaming.
“Oh my gods, there’s a freaking frog in my coffee—EW, GROSS!”
“I have a frog on my shoe! GET IT OFF!”
The frogs jump everywhere. The crew is diving under tables, knocking over chairs, and more frogs—FROGS EVERYWHERE—land on heads, shoulders, and even some unfortunate intern’s coffee cup. One intern, now furiously brandishing a pencil at a particularly aggressive frog, yells:
“I’LL CUT YOU! I SWEAR TO THE GODS, I WILL CUT YOU—STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”
A frog croaks loudly at her, and—puff—green smoke suddenly envelops the room, disappearing with a loud pop.
Everyone freezes. The frogs are gone. The chaos dies down.
“There. That’s better,” Loki mutters under his breath. He adjusts his shirt like he’s been waiting for the chaos to end.
Rumple stands frozen, a twitching mess of fury and shock. “What the hell was that?!”
Alice, utterly unfazed, lets out a small, satisfied chuckle. “What can I say, Rumple? A little bit of magic always makes things more interesting.”
Rumple, absolutely done with it all, mutters something that sounds like a curse, before turning on his heel and storming out, slamming the door behind him.
Alice watches him leave and then turns her gaze to Loki, who’s still standing there, looking unbothered by the frog-infested apocalypse that just unfolded.
“Tell me this isn’t getting weird,” Alice muses.
Loki shrugs. “It’s the immortal world, darling. Weird is kinda our brand.”
Alice lounges back again, completely relaxed. “Fair enough. You want to finish the back rub, then? I mean, we’ve got some time.”
Loki looks at her with a devious grin, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m absolutely finishing this… but I’m only doing it to irritate Rumple.”
Suddenly, Rumple’s voice echoes in the air, his sarcastic tone lingering as if he never truly left.
“Sure you are, Loki. You keep telling yourself that.”
And with that, the drama of the day finally comes to a calm, but we all know—this won’t be the last we hear of the romantic scandal between Alice and Loki.
The Immortal Gazette studio is left with a slight air of tension... and a few lingering frogs.
At the same moment, three interns, covered in frog slime, scream in unison:
“That’s it, I quit!”
But we all know—they’ll be back. They always come back.
🖋️✨📜🖤
