Chapter 1607 Fireside Chat (Part 2)

Schiller placed a glass of wine in front of Loki and said, "Prometheus should be more familiar with such scenes."

"You and Peter should have more to talk about. He just wanted to turn into a dinosaur." Stark was not so tactful and EQ-savage. He directly sarcastically said, "It took humans so many years to cover up their courtship methods so that they were not so barbaric. You are so good that you have returned to the tribal era."

"It's my fault." Loki took a sip of wine and gasped because of the spiciness. He hissed and continued, "I have already thought of a way to evade Frigga. It's probably that I only admire the strong, but you also know that in the whole Asgard, except for Thor who is already married, there are not many people who can be called strong."

"Frigga does not agree with my marriage with humans, so you are all excluded from the selection range. The remaining Asgardians are more traditional and their brains are not very good. As long as I use a little trick, no one can beat me, so Frigga will have nothing to say."

"As a result, she wanted to hold a ceremony for you. Hold a tournament. "Schiller sat back in his seat, thought for a while and said, "Seriously, have you never considered your own emotional problems?"

"I don't expect family relationships." Loki's answer was very real. He said, "You have to find a partner who is just right, spend a period of time just right, and give birth to a few children who are just right. Either it happens that all of this is very suitable, or you have to spend most of your life to manage it, and the love you get can barely overcome the irritation brought by the trivial troubles in daily life."

"If there weren't so many links that rely on luck, I might still try, but I don't think my luck is good enough, so forget it."

This is a bit too straightforward, so it sounds a bit harsh, so Steve said, "I thought you should make sure that you can get more love from the other person than the irritation you bring before doing these things."

"But how can you be sure if you haven't experienced it?" Loki looked at him sideways and said.

"Can't you marry a goddess?" Stark proposed another possibility, but it was obviously not a new idea. Loki had already considered it. He sighed and said, "Well, it's my fault. Remember Hela? I played a trick on her before."

"The problem now is that if I married another goddess, then the chase at that time would be a real trick. There are not many people in Asgard who are so powerful that my wisdom has no room to play, but Hela must be one of them."

"Your wisdom has blocked all your own roads." Stark was unceremoniously.

Loki seemed to have lost the energy to argue with him. He sipped the wine in his glass and said, "To some extent, I am a runaway, but the good news is that the Queen of Gods will blame it all on the Father of the Gods. She will think that it is Odin's neglect of me that makes me afraid to take responsibility for my family."

"Then they will talk about Hela again, and every time the topic reaches this point, the Father of the Gods can't continue, because in theory, letting a frost giant baby go is considered magnanimous, but he has an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of educating his eldest daughter."

"So you plan to live on Earth for a while?" Schiller asked.

"What's more, I want to stay at your place for a while." Loki's smile seemed to reveal a kind of pride, but he was not boasting that his plan was perfect, but more like showing off that he could find a place to go at any time.

"Frigga's attitude towards the Earth is much more conservative than Odin's. She is even less likely to let any Asgardian mess around with you. If I hadn't told her that you were deeply in love with your deceased wife, she might have already reached an agreement with Odin on the choice of son-in-law."

Instantly, Stark and Steve's eyes fell on the ring on Schiller's hand. Stark coughed twice, as if to cover up his true intentions, but his Yan State map was too short, and he said, "You actually took the initiative to tell Professor X so much about your past. This is so sad for us. Don't you plan to compensate us in this regard?"

"It's as if you have also seized every opportunity to inquire about my past and asked me bluntly." Schiller shook his head, acting like a shield knight with perfect defense.

"But to be honest, doctor, you have never expressed your views on love and family, so it is difficult for us not to guess that you have some unspeakable secrets." Steve said very sincerely.

"Wait, isn't this the kind of office romance story?" Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "I mean, your partner is actually still alive and may be among us, but none of us knew about it, thinking that both parties had some unspeakable secrets, so no one asked."

"Your imagination is too rich, Tony." Schiller looked at Stark as if he was a little surprised, and said, "I really didn't expect that your literary literacy, which is so clumsy that you can't even write a message on the refrigerator note, can allow you to make up such a ridiculous story in just a few seconds."

"Really?"

"No way."

"What about the ring?"

"This is the masterpiece of my symbiote."

Instantly, the other three raised their hands and made a "you are not right" expression. Stark said helplessly: "Can you find a more vulgar reason? Or do all the symbiote hosts in the world use this as an excuse?"

Schiller frowned slightly and said: "Who else but me?"

"Eddie Brock firmly told us during the filming of the documentary that he bought a lot of sweets and shiny jewelry every day, took leave to go to the cinema to watch the latest movies, refused the women of the same age introduced to him by the supermarket owner downstairs, and even helped his neighbor walk the dog, all for his symbiote."

"And his symbiote didn't even put a ring on his finger." Steve looked at Schiller's fingers and added.

"I say, Nick should have your file, right?" Loki folded his arms and squinted his eyes, providing a new idea to the other two.

"If you still want to stay here, you don't have to be so eager to show your intelligence, Mr. Loki." Schiller turned his head and looked at Loki again.

"Stephen Strange should also know part of it." Loki raised his head slightly and said, "He used to work in the same hospital as you, and he was the first to say that you might have a wife."

"Nonsense." Schiller shook his head, his eyes swept over the three people, and then said, "Don't pretend that you didn't find my specialness. Hasn't Professor X explained this to you?"

What Schiller wanted to say was actually the fact that he traveled through time, and the three people who heard this did not express any surprise. Obviously, they had guessed it long ago, but Schiller had always been the only one who caught their flaws. This time, they finally caught someone who could be called Schiller's flaw. How could they let it go easily?

"Well, if that's the case, we have to talk about this issue." Stark was not willing to give in, and pressed on: "You can't have come here when you were a minor, right? Then we can discuss your possible love history, there is no moral or ethical issue, and it has a logical basis."

"No matter where you are, the choice of forming a family exists, and whether you choose yes or no, you can always make some sense, right?" Steve also looked at Schiller sincerely and said, "We are waiting for your advice, doctor, just like before."

"My suggestion is that if you really have nothing to do, Go read a few more novels. The love stories in them should satisfy your needs. As for me, marriage counseling is not part of my business scope. "

The three looked at each other, and finally Loki spoke first: "Then you can't stop us from being curious about this and taking action to explore it, right, doctor?"

Schiller stood up from the chair helplessly, sighed and said: "It's up to you. I don't know why people are unwilling to believe the simplest truth, but blame a person without a story for not wanting to confess to them."

"Because you were not honest before." Stark pointed out: "It's always you who analyzes us. , but built a thick wall for his heart and was unwilling to reveal anything. "

"That's because you are not professional enough." Schiller walked back to the kitchen and began to clean the coffee pot, saying: "Knowing too much about my past may add more psychological pressure to you. This is not a necessary process in psychotherapy, and I have no obligation to tell you."

"Either too close or too far." Steve commented: "Can't we keep a moderate distance, not from the perspective of doctor-patient or kinship, but just from the perspective of friends, hoping to know more about you?"

"Then take the risk." Schiller used the sound of splashing water to cover his 's voice, and said: "See if you can compile some more bizarre stories to put on my head, add more legends to me, so that I can add luster to the sales of your future personal memoirs."

Steve laughed again, and stood up from the sofa with the handrails of both hands, and then said: "It seems that only I need it. I will go to Nick now to see his new fishing rod."

Stark was still sitting there hesitating, as if he didn't know whether this kind of inquiry would really offend Schiller. He was always too cautious on similar issues, but Loki had already walked to the second floor and said while holding the handrail of the stairs.

"Doctor, you certainly don't mind if I visit the area next door to where I'm staying and find some common ground in art from your taste in decorating your bedroom?"

Stark was almost shocked by Loki's boldness, but what shocked him even more was that Schiller didn't seem to mind. He just washed the coffee pot and said, "I'm sure you can't find any common ground, because I'm not very interested in art, but if you damage any of my property, I'll let Thor deduct all your salary."

"Then what about me? What should I do?" Stark said half self-deprecatingly and half seriously: "It's as if I'm the most polite one. When a Stark becomes the most polite person in a team, I can't imagine how bad people's hearts have become."

Schiller walked out while wiping his hands with a towel, casually placed the towel on the back of the chair next to him, and then said: "I guess what you are thinking about now is that you must go to Stephen later and ask him if he has found anything."

Stark sat there and rubbed his nose. His intention was discovered, but he still stood up and said stubbornly: "I am just interested in how Schiller existed in this world. Everyone has a past, right?"

"Do you mean him in the past, or me now?"

"Both, but I am more curious about him." Stark turned his head and glanced at Schiller before walking out the door, and said: "A psychiatrist who can work at Presbyterian Hospital is not an unknown person. Maybe there is a legend behind him that is worth writing into his memoirs?"

Schiller sighed softly, as if he had foreseen something long ago, shook his head, watched Stark pull open the shutter door, and his figure disappeared at the end of the street, and then said to the gray fog in his heart.

"Look at what you've done. Now they have to make up a bizarre love story for me."

"So why don't you go have a relationship?"

"You'll have to ask Pathology about that." Schiller went back into the house, added firewood to the fireplace, and then stared at the blazing flames and said:

"Many times, instinctive primitive desires have their own commonalities, but when they are too similar, it becomes a problem."

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