A Loki Fanfic: A Tad Unexpected, Part 2, Younger Sibling
"That's one way to do it..." Loki says, dropping his hands to his sides. I rolled my eyes and looked back to Loki, who's eyes were wandering all over the room. "Well, I guess I should be a good host, and ask if you would like something to drink." I say, folding my arms and leaning against the counter behind me. His gaze shifts back to me, and he raises a brow. "Isn't it a little early to be drinking?" He asks. Really. REALLY! A world wide criminal doesn't even know what common courtesy is... I squeeze my eyes shut, "I was referring to soda." I say, rubbing my forehead with my hand. "What's a soda?" Loki asks. I squeeze my temples and sigh, walking to the refrigerator. I pull the stainless steel doors open and grab two Pepsi's, setting them on the island. Loki walks fully into the kitchen, and takes one of the cans. He studies it for a moment, then looks back to me with confusion on his face. "This is a soda?" He asks, and I nod to him, opening one of the cans. "It's a drink." I say, sipping from the can. "So it's non-alcoholic?" Loki asks, twisting the can in his hands. I roll my eyes at his ignorance, "Yes." I say as calmly as I can. I hear the front door open and shut, as my mom enters the living room. She has papers, and some bag in her hands. She looks to me, and her eyes grow wide at the soda in my hands. her expression changing to worry. "MARISSA HE MIGHT HAVE POISONED IT!" She yells, throwing the objects on the couch and grabbing the cans from us both. She runs to the sink, and pours both down the drain. Really? "Mom..." I manage to get out. This was not going well. "It was a Pepsi." I scold, tapping my nails on the counter. "Extra precautions..." She finishes, tossing the now empty cans in the bin. My mom turns from the bin, and looks to Loki with a smile. "Hi." She says in her fake voice again, and leans on the counter. "Hello..." Loki says hastily. It totally helps that my mom sounds like a total whack job, and she hasn't even said a sentence to the guest. My mom keeps smiling at him, and he casts his gaze to the ground, not knowing what to say. My mom looks back to me, her expression going cold again, "Your brother will be home at 3:00. I have stuff to do." She says to me, grabbing her keys off of the counter. My eyes grow wide. This can't be good. She was leaving me alone with a criminal... She makes her way over to the door, grabbing her purse from the coat rack, turning to face me again. I look to her, my mouth hanging slightly agape, and I point to Loki who is still staring at the floor. She cannot leave me alone with this thing... "Oh yeah! I forgot." She says, walking to the couch where she threw the stuff she had before. She lifts up a small bag, and takes out what looks like a shiny, metal bracelet. "This is your emergency bracelet. If he tries anything, pull this tab." She finishes, flicking her finger over a red piece of tape on the bracelet. She hands it to me, smiles at Loki, and walks out the door to the garage. "Ok." I breath, slipping the metal bangle onto my wrist. "Marissa, is it?" Loki asks. "Yup." I answer, twisting the bracelet on my wrist, then looking to him. He nods, and goes back to looking at the floor. "So... Welcome to my house." I say, trying to break the awkward silence that was beginning to form. He smiles at my words, and looks back up to me. He doesn't really, look, like a villain. I think to myself. "You don't have any other clothes do you?" I ask, hoping he says yes so that I am not stuck with him clothes shopping. He shakes his head, and I sigh. There were two things running through my mind at this moment. One being 'Be nice, he needs the clothes." The other being, 'Screw this guy, he came unprepared!' but I of course trust my morals and go with the first one.
"Well this is fun." Loki says sarcastically, pushing the red cart through Target. I walked in front of him, leading him to the clothes section. "Well," I begin, mocking his tone. "If you wan't to live in my house, you are not eating, sleeping, and going about your day in one outfit." I finish, picking up my pace when the clothing isle comes into view. "I wouldn't necessarily sleep in it..." He says. "Too much information! Thank you!" I blurt before he can say anymore. Damn this man was annoying. The whole ride here when I was driving, all he did was mess around with the radio, and play with the sunroof. Then when he got bored with that he played with the windows, and the seat adjustments. THEN he decided to see what the button in the middle of the steering wheel did, and honked at almost 15 people. This man was like a little sibling, even though he was defiantly older than me. We finally reach the clothing section, and I turn to Loki as he runs into me with the cart. I close my eyes tightly before I glare at him. "Whoops." He shrugs, stifling a laugh. "Find clothes." I say through gritted teeth. He was getting on my last nerve. "I found some." He says, smiling to me and motioning to the endless racks of clothes. "Don't be a smartass." I scoff, leaning on a display rack. He stares at me for a moment. I roll my eyes, shaking my head. "Well?" "Oh sorry." He says, rushing into the isles.
I sat there for 20 minutes already, draped across a leather couch in the fitting rooms. Loki was in one, trying to find some clothes, but he hasn't come out once. It was tortuously boring. I now know how a man feels being dragged with a women to a clothing store. "Oh my god..." I whine, loud enough for him to hear me. "Patience, darling." He says, annoyance in his voice. "I swear if you call me darling one more time..." He had to have done it, what, every other sentence? 'Oh wheres this, darling?' 'Can you find this, darling?' 'Do they have this in green, darling?' WHEN THE HELL DID I BECOME A DOG! "Darling." He snickers from the other side of the door. I huff, "What is taking so long?" I ask, regaining my strength to fight the urge of breaking down the door and punching him in the face. "I can't decide." He answers. "You have 4 of the same shirts. That are all green." I groan, stretching out on the couch so that I am looking at the ceiling. "One is black." He corrects. "My bad." I blurt. He is more than annoying at the moment. He's infuriating. It's at this moment I realize that it is going to be a rough year or so.
