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Alrighty! A letter to Mikey out of the way. Now, how will Loki handle himself when Meeka has to go to work?
Hopefully, NOT chaos!
Sit back and enjoy!
Love always,
Avoline
Loki awoke to silence, and glanced at the couch next to the air mattress. Handley was staring at him, and as soon as he sat up, she whimpered at him. He scratched her behind the head, then rose to get dressed. He snorted at the shirt she had picked out; apparently, the mortals had created a movie about his dolt of a brother.
He slid the shirt on, realizing that he was being ungrateful. It could always be worse; Thor could have died in New York at the hands of the Chitauri. Would he still insult the older man if he had? Or would that have broken him like Meeka was? He shook his head, the mere thought of loosing the only brother he had ever known tightening his chest. He had said last year, when Thor was banished, that he loved the man more than anyone else. Was that still true? Or had he been bluffing Sif and the Warriors Three?
He stepped into the hallway and out into the living room. He spotted a note on the door of the refrigerator, and reached to read the handwriting.
Work until five. Take care of Handley. DO NOT get in trouble.
He smirked at the paper. That explains the lack of commotion. He tossed the paper into the trash can and reached for the door knob. The dog looked at him, and he suddenly got an idea.
"Let's go visit her, Handley," he suggested as he reached for the leash and collar.
He made his way to the bookshop, smiling as the small animal got excited. He looked through the glass to see Meeka standing behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. He raised a hand and tapped on the glass, laughing as she jumped clear out of her skin. She waved at him, and he saw her glance at the clock. She ran around the counter and put a sign on the door: "OUT TO LUNCH", then shut and locked the door as she stepped out.
"What are you doing here," she laughed, squatting down to scratch Handley's ear.
"I figured I could use a walk, and you said not to get in trouble," he answered. "I figured how much trouble could I cause if I came to see you?" She smiled at him as she stood, and he felt that damned flutter in his chest again.
"There's a good, dog-friendly cafe around the corner," she stated. He offered his free arm, and she took it with an amused expression.
He would investigate the emotions later. Right now he was too busy trying to ignore the bolts of lightning in his veins and the thunder in his chest.
He sat on the porch, telling Meeka that he felt like stargazing for a while. She really didn't care so long as he kept the light off and didn't make too much noise. He stared at the burning balls of gas, pondering his actions for the day.
The impromptu trip to the bookstore. He didn't do it just to stay out of trouble. He had done it cause he wanted- no, needed- her company. There wasn't a single way he could have continued on with his day without hearing her voice, seeing her deep purple eyes. When he had offered his arm, he never expected her to take it, or the bolts of- whatever the Hel it was- to shoot up his arm. When he had grabbed her hands the other afternoon, it was simply a tingling. But today, it was so much more. And when they parted ways after her lunch break, he was left with a gaping hole that he couldn't explain.
Was it love? Not brotherly love or the love a child feels for it's mother, but love like what Odin shared with Frigga. Could he have finally found the satisfaction he had been looking for? He had heard rumors that one would know when they're soul mate entered their life; that they would always view that person as a Valkyrie sent from Valhalla. Was Meeka his violet-eyed Valkyrie?
He shook his head and scolded himself. He'd only known her for a few days, and knew better than to think that he deserved her. It was time for him to admit it: he deserved to rot in Hel for the things he had done. He didn't deserve her, and she deserved so much more than he could offer.
Yet he didn't want to go on without her. These past few days had been the happiest days of his life, and he wanted to live the rest of her life like that. He knew better than to think she would live as long as he, but if he could get at least sixty good, happy years with her, he could be at peace with everything.
It wasn't until he stepped inside that he realized he was crying.
