Chapter 2
He didn't know how long it was before Loki heard the front door opened, then heard heavy footsteps on the wooden porch walk towards him. Loki sighed annoyed. He knew who stood behind him. "Did my Mother send you out here?" He tried to sound more annoyed rather than showing the anger he felt.
"No." Thor's voice was deep and husky. "Frigga wanted to, herself. But I insisted."
"Found the door yourself?"
Thor scoffed in humor, not feeling as annoyed as he usually would when someone tried to insult him. "I am not quite as clueless as some might think." He sat down on the porch seat next to Loki who sat with his legs folded on the chair, staring into the dark street, almost day-dreaming.
"Why did you come?"
"I was invited for dinner."
Loki rolled his eyes at the clueless teen. "No. Why did you come out here with me?"
"Oh. Well, our parents are speaking."
Loki nibbled his bottom lip before asking, "Do you think I ruined dinner?"
"No. It tasted great."
Loki growled low. "And you say you're not clueless. What I mean is, do you think I ruin their engagement? Are they fighting?"
"No." Thor chuckled. "Unfortunately for you. They were making up actually."
This angered Loki. He stood from his seat and looked down at Thor. "What do you mean, 'unfortunately for me'? I do not know where you stand when it comes to your father, Thor, but I want my mother to be happy."
Thor shrugged in surrender. "Sorry. I just thought, you know, since-"
"Since what? I am not a baby, Thor. I am not going to get jealous because my mother found a new person to be with. She'll still love me."
Thor stared for a short moment before he nodded. "O.k." He said low, in understanding. "Nor me or my father is trying to take her from you."
"You couldn't if you tried!" Loki retorted forcefully.
"Fine." Thor answered low.
"Fine!" Loki yelled back, before slamming back down into his seat.
Thor smiled from his seat before licking his lips and chuckled. "We just had our first brotherly fight."
"Shut up." Loki breathed and turned slightly because he too had a smile upon his lips.
"Loki!"
The boys smile quickly faded at his mother's yell. He turn to the door where Frigga stood showing her new ring. "I said, 'yes'!"
Loki smiled and jumped from his seat, ran to his mother and gave her a tight hug. Behind them, Odin shook his son's hand and Loki could hear Thor congratulating his father. Loki let go of his mother's hug to instead examine the ring she flashed.
"It is so beautiful, Mother. I am so happy for you."
"Oh, my Loki. This is a new life for us."
Loki smiled as he watched his mother swoon like a love-sick school-girl.
"When is the wedding?" Thor asked.
"One week." Odin answered. Everyone was so busy paying attention to Frigga, no one noticed the look of disdain Odin secretly gave Loki.
"That is kind of fast." Loki blurted. "Don't you need time to plan, Mother? I mean, there's your dress. Food. Place."
"I have people to take care of that." Odin answered. "Your mother is perfectly happy with it."
"Yes. All that matters is we are a family." She gave Loki a gently kiss on his cheek before walking over to Thor and kissing him the same. "I now have three men in my life."
Loki sighed. "I am very happy, Mother. I think I will go shower for bed."
XOXOXOXOXOXO
The next day, Loki woke feeling refreshed and fully awake. He hummed happily then stared out of his window at the morning sky. Perfect, nice and gray. It means there is going to be a storm. He looked at his clock near his bed and saw that it said 7:00 am. He stretched then kicked his feet over the side of the bed, ready to get downstairs and make breakfast for his mother who would have to be at work at 8:00 am. It was now a routine ever since Loki dropped out of school. The guilt ate at him, making his mother go through all the trouble of taking him out of school. Frigga then comes home and gives Loki a few studying lessons as they both cook dinner. Frigga was always understanding when it came to Loki's needs. Though, Loki always had a feeling that it was because of Laufeyson's death. The man died in the line of duty, trying to stop a bank robbery. Frigga blamed herself because she thought she didn't fight hard enough for Laufeyson to quit. Loki, on the other hand didn't exactly chose a side. He heard his parents argue all the time. He knew how his mother felt. She didn't want to be alone. Frigga didn't want to raise her son alone. But, Loki always saw his father as a hero. The last memory Loki remembered was of his father making him promise that he would take care of his mother and make sure she was happy while he was gone. Figures, that was the last time the 8 year old saw his father alive.
Loki, now teeth brushed and face washed headed down the stairs, towards the kitchen. He was thinking about the most beautiful breakfast platter his mother liked the most when he stopped at in his tracks. "Mother?"
"Loki! Morning, darling. Are you hungry? Thor made breakfast."
Loki stared down at the table at the cups of orange juice and the empty bowls. "You ate cereal?" He eyed his mother.
"Oh, yes. It was lovely." Frigga smiled at Thor as she rubbed his shoulder. Thor was smiling content, seeming very proud of himself.
"You hate cereal." Loki said, eyeing his mother. "Especially my Froot Loops." He said lower, with a frown as he flipped the now empty box upside down spilling those last crumbs that are better known as cereal dust.
"I have to go to work." Odin said, as he put his empty coffee mug in the sink. "I will see you later." He gave Frigga a soft kiss on the head. "Thor. Do not skip any classes." The man spoke as he walked passed Loki not even bothering to look him in the eye. "Too bad you missed breakfast. We had a lovely time as Frigga said."
Loki hummed and watched as Thor and his mother stood up from the table.
"I have to get to school."
"And I have to get going. Now that I've already eaten I can get to the train on time." Frigga said as she gave her son a kiss on the cheek.
"But . . ." Before Loki could finish everyone was out the door. The boy stared down at the table before sitting on the chair, grabbing the empty glass next to him, and the orange juice carton on the table. He tipped the carton over his cup only to see the last few drops fall into his cup. Loki frowned and peeked into the empty carton. The boy sighed and put the cardboard back down, staring at the table and thinking, "is this how it is going to be from now on?"
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