Sitting on Tony's couch watching the Yankees play; that's where I was when Loki found me. Granted, I hadn't ever been fond of him and I wasn't about to start now. Regardless, I let him find a spot on the large, soft red lounger. I readjusted my glasses on my nose, not having changed quite yet, seeing as it was only nine in the morning, so I was still dressed in my size-too-big sweats and oversized sweatshirt with some cheesy script scrawled across the front, pale pink in contrast to cotton-candy blue. I regarded Loki with a small nod, sipping at my coffee.
"Who's winning?" The god of mischief asked casually, though if could tell from his placid tone he didn't exactly care: he just didn't like the awkwardness I had ever so crudely strewn at him.
"Cubs." I mumbled. "Sixteen to twelve."
The Asgardian nodded, leaning against the cushion with his cheek pressed into his palm, the first time I've seen him even the slightest bit relaxed in...it was the first time I'd ever seen him relaxed. "I have never truly understood your Midgardian games..."
"Baseball's my favorite," I said honestly. "I used to watch it with my dad all the time back in Bloomsbury." Loki nodded again and I could tell he was less interested in this conversation than I was, but I continued. "That's home plate, where Chris Young is up at bat." I tried to dumb down the game best as I could, and Loki seemed to be following along quite well.
When the game had finished, Yankees making a redemption, I stood and stretched, several joints cracking and groaning. I yawned rather wide as I scooped up my coffee and took another swig. "Do you understand now?"
It took him a hesitant second, but Loki agreed that he did understand. "Where are your associates?"
I looked around, furrowing my brows at the sight of only two of my fellow agents on the floor. Most of them, with the exception of me, we're usually up and dressed at this time. "I don't know..." I admitted curiously. Come to think of it, I hadn't even caught sight of Clint or Tasha this morning.
"Perhaps they are still in bed?"
I shrugged. "Maybe..." I pursed my lips, still a bit distracted at the lack of agents.
"So," the god said, changing the subject. Perhaps he sensed my distress. "what are your plans for today, agent Grace?"
I turned to look him in the eye -well, not exactly in the eye, seeing he was a whole foot and four inches taller than me- and gave him a bewildered look. Since when did he care what I was doing? "You may call me Thalia, seeing as that is my name. And...I suppose organizing some things for Phil." I nodded once, turning to walk to the elevator and biting my lip when I felt the giant on my heels. I supposed this was going to be an eventful day.
