Forks clink against plates in the silence. Loki and Isabella eat an early dinner in silence. "So Molly is suppose to come today?" Loki asked glancing up at Bella. She nodded lightly. "Yeah. She will be excited to see you I'm sure." Bella's voice was distant and quiet. This happened occasionally Loki noticed. Just when he thought she was warming up to him again she grew cold.
"Things will never go back to the way they were will they?" Loki asked quietly. Bella stopped eating and looked up. Her eyes had a mixture of emotions in them. "No." She responded. "They wont. I think I might hate you." Loki's jaw tightened. "Bella I'm trying." Bella laughed a little. "I know you are. I know. I don't want to hate you..I guess its not you I hate anyway..its what you did, it picks at my brain. It sucks though because at the end of the day I love you. I love you so much it hurts." Loki gave a weak smile. "Well that's good right?" Bella shook her head no. "Maybe you didn't hear me Loki, it hurts to love you." Loki could only stare at her.
"Mom! I'm here!" Molly shouted opening the front door. "Hey hun." Bella said giving her daughter a hug. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine. We went and saw-" Molly stopped in her tracks. "Loki"
Loki gave her a small smile. "You got big." Molly nodded. "Yeah..that happens."
Bella watched her daughter drop her bags on the floor and walk over to Loki. Molly gave him one last look over before pulling him into a hug. Loki was surprised and hesitant to her affection, but slowly hugged her back.
"Where did you go?" Molly asked softly, still hugging Loki's tall frame. Loki tried to smile.
"Home."
Loki, Bella, and Molly sat around the television watching the movie 'Extremely Loud and incredibly close'. It was a movie about a boy who's father died in 9/11 and his travels to finding the lock that goes to a key he found in his fathers closet. Loki looked over to see Bella asleep in the chair. Her hair fell in her fave, her head rested on her arm. Loki got up and picked her up to take her to her room. Coming back to the living room Molly was watching him. "Whats your home like?" Loki sat down on the couch next to her. "It is a world of perfection. There is no sickness, no poor, everyday is a beautiful day." Molly cocked her head to the side. "Seems rather dull." Loki chuckled. "Really? How's that?" Molly shrugged a little. "Well if everything is perfect all the time then really what is perfect is only average for you, there is nothing special or great about it, its simply an everyday, normal thing." Loki nodded seeing her point. "I suppose, however I believe everyday in Asgard has new brilliance to it, renewing its perfection, thus you can never get tiered of it."
"Why did you leave then?" Molly asked looking at him. "I just mean, why did you come back if you like it there so much?" Loki took a deep breath before answering. "Well, I did not plan to. I planned to keep myself away from your mother for the rest of my life because I figured she hated me. We parted on alright terms but I think she had come to terms with the idea of me never returning." Molly looked down. "So? Why did you?" Loki looked as him own hands in his lap. "Because even though I was surrounded by everything I could ever need or want, although I was returned to my home with my mother and father, there was a part of me missing. I was in a home, but it wasn't my home. My home has been and always will be, where Isabella is. I needed to come home."
Once again, really short chapter and I am very sorry, but I keep losing what I want to do.