A/N: Okay so I didn't think this story would get more than even 1 favorite. If I had known, I would've put more thought into it! Anyway, here's a new chapter, and I've decided that I'll probably update either once a day, or every other day. It will give me time to work on the sequel, and once I'm done uploading this one, I'll begin uploading the next one.
I also must say, this chapter was shorter than I had intended, but that's fine. I'll try to make up for the shortness in chapters other ways.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Thor. I'm sure this is obvious however!
Harlene's breath stopped; her eyes wide. Veronica, in love with her!? How could she tell her that she wasn't into women all like that? Veronica seemed to be waiting.
"…Veronica, I…" She stopped when she heard footsteps. Loki came down the stairs, ignoring the girls' conversation.
She sighed, leave it to Loki to come down at that moment. However, this could be what she needed.
"Veronica, I'm sorry. My mother wouldn't be too happy if… I were to love another woman. She so set on me being with Loki over there." She frowned. "…I wish I could though. I don't like him."
Loki frowned. "Don't use me to get out of your situations." He murmured, getting a celery stick and walking off.
"Don't lie. You just don't like me." Veronica looked away, standing up. "I should've known. You're always with guys. This guy is probably just another one. You always reminded me of a whore-"
"Whoa, what the fuck Veronica!? Just because I don't like you in that sense, doesn't mean I'm a whore." She growled. "I'm going to give you three seconds to leave."
"Or what, you'll punch me!?" Veronica glared.
"Yes. I will." Harlene crossed her arms, glaring down at the younger woman. "I'm not going to let anyone call me a whore and stay in my house."
Veronica growled, before storming out, slamming the door behind her. She sighed, sitting down. One friend down, no more to go. She didn't really care though, she was still Harlene. She was known for violence, so it wouldn't matter if someone thought it was a good idea to pick on her. She turned on some music, turning it up and ignoring everything around her.
Loki came down, eyes wide at the display. Harlene never came off as the drinker, but here she was, drinking vodka, which probably belonged to her mother, and dancing around in an almost slutty way. He sighed. Nope, he wasn't putting up with it. He turned off the music, grabbing the vodka from Harlene and made her lay down.
Harlene smirked and grabbed him, pulling him on top of her. "Lokiiiii~" She giggled, kissing his neck. Loki's eyes widened, and he tried to pull away. This wasn't something he wanted, especially since Harlene just lost her best friend. He pulled away as quick as he could.
"Come on… We can do it any way you want. Doggy, missionary, spooning-"
"Stop!" He growled. "Sleep. I'll finish dinner up and wake you." He said, beginning to head to the kitchen.
"Come onnnn… There's condoms in my mom's room… We could fuck right here-"
"You're drunk, so stop." He mumbled, getting the chicken out the oven and putting it on the stove. He looked at Harlene, whom was pouting. "That won't work on me." He said simply, walking elsewhere to get something.
The phone rang, and Loki rushed to get it, not wanting anyone to hear drunken Harlene. "Hello?" He answered, his eyes dull.
"Hey, Loki! How's Harlene? I was worried about leaving her alone." Harlene's mother called out on the other line.
"Oh, yeah, she's fine. She's actually asleep right now." Loki smiled softly.
"Oh, great! Oh wait, dinner's-"
"I got it. Don't worry, everything's fine here." He chuckled. "I'll tell her you called."
"Thank you." She said and hung up. Wait, how did she know his name? Perhaps she overheard his name at one point. He looked back at Harlene, his eyes wide once again.
She was in a tank top and panties, dancing around. He sighed, if it wasn't for his self control, she'd already be screaming. He went back to finishing the dinner, before looking in. "Dinner's done, Harlene." He said, setting the table for her, and got some vegetables to eat himself. Harlene walked in, looking at the food, before eating it. He watched, making sure she'd be okay. She was really drunk, off just that little bit.
"…You don't drink often, do you?" He asked. Harlene looked at him, frowning. "…I see, you're pretending to be drunk so you can be happy." He said, standing up and wrapping his arms around her. "After this, get some rest." He said.
"Fine." She sighed, eating the chicken and potatoes. Loki went back to his plate, eating his lettuce. He looked up after a while and realized Harlene had fallen asleep right on the table. He chuckled and stood up, picking her up and putting her back into the futon, covering her up. The phone went off, so Loki answered it as quick as he could so it wouldn't wake her up.
"Hello?" He sat down, looking at the tv.
"Let me talk to Harlene." Veronica growled. Loki tensed up. He could always let Harlene handle it, but he had actually been spying on the girls to make sure everything was alright. He couldn't let her talk to Veronica. Not after what she did.
"She's busy at the moment. What could you possibly want?" He asked, looking at a wall.
"I want to talk to her, not you. I don't even know who the hell you are, or why you're at her house. I suggest you leave her alone, before I get really angry."
"I'm not scared of a girl, Veronica. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to let Harlene sleep, so I'm getting off here." He went to hang up, before Veronica spoke again.
"What are you to her? Why doesn't she love me?" She sobbed out. Loki tensed up, but still hung up. He wouldn't put up with her, not today.
He yawned, feeling a bit tired himself. He got into the bed with her, curling up and pulling her close to himself. "Sleep well, Harlene." He mumbled, closing his eyes.