Welcome back avid readers! First off I apologize for the lateness of this chapter and that I didn't update sooner. Honest to Loki, my heart ached so bad but that's all good now that you're reading this.. WEEE. Also, I apologize if you got spammed by my story chapters, as I acquired a beta the FANTASTIC ONE AND ONLY PhoenixWormwood137. This is in response to a few comments saying i should get one. and Honest to Thor, I'd rather you guys enjoy the story than to look at a poorly spelled word and why wonder I bothered to write at all
but anyways please enjoy!
It wasn't until the early hours of the new day that Loki stealthily wandered from his room. Thor's slip earlier had caused him to sit in silence, imagining all the ways he could kill the thunder god . As darkness fell Loki watched golden light encase the entire city as he remained in the darkness. No one disturbed him, and it was expected - after all, he had never been welcome in the first place. Loki was given peace of mind about Thor; no doubt the oaf was consoling his own shame. Loki smiled, knowing Thor's slip had not only hurt his feelings but Thor's own as well, and this caused the god a small dose of satisfaction. The fool always took everything to heart, even his own actions, and Loki often used this to his advantage. Opening the door, he positioned his frame against the space, judging the silence that ensued. Deciding that all the Avengers were in slumber, he tested his position by stepping one foot out of the perimeter of his room … nothing happened. Accepting his status as able to move about freely, he cautiously maneuvered to the' kitchen', making sure to keep to the edges of the room.
Loki's stomach growled in protest as he approached the metal box that contained the mortal's sustenance. Food had always been left outside his room every day, however, when the mortals had left him alone, they didn't bother to show him how to work their strange technology. Even on his previous visit to Midgard, Loki always had mortals beckoning to his every at his every beck and call. The stupid mortals won't even give me the grace at hunting my own food, the god thought. Loki looked behind him and did another check of the room before his long, slender fingers wrapped themselves around the handles and he pulled the box open.
The sudden light emitting from the box cause Loki to step back cautiously and his brow frowned in confusion. The mortals have created their own Casket of Winters? He wondered as he put his hand in the fridge as quickly as he removed it, contemplating on the cold temperature from within. Loki sniffed the contents for anything easily recognizable as food. His brow furrowed deeper as he picked up a strange red bottle, turning it over to read the label. Ketchup? He re-read the word carefully. Why must mortals feel the incessant need to name everything? Loki scowled as he picked up a knife from the knife stand and stabbed the bottle repeatedly before smelling the liquid oozing out. Putting the knife down, he carefully dipped his finger onto the liquid and brought it to his lips. Loki's face contorted into disgust as he dropped the bottle; spilling its contents. The mortal's digestion can stomach such poison? How barbaric. He spat out the taste. Loki continued the routine, breaking open various bottles of horrid tastes, dumping them on the floor before he finally settled for milk and apples. Filling himself until he was content he left the 'kitchen', with both the fridge doors left open, and began to wander around the floor out of curiosity.
Loki was rather curious at all the Midgardian objects lying around, especially in Stark's fortress. He was able to amuse himself by opening drawers that he didn't even realize were drawers in the first place, until his meddling forced them open. In most of the drawers he pulled out pieces of parchment, but threw them away when he could not make sense of the words. When his mind finally decided he was bored, Loki walked over to the windows and gazed out. The golden lights still sparkled in the mortal city, however, the pink hue of an early sunrise crept over the buildings. Loki's mind felt an odd sort of peace as he remembered the beauty of an Asgardian sunrise, and he wanted to be a part of this beauty. Carefully placing his hands on the cool glass he pressed his forehead against the window and closed his eyes momentarily, and let his mind wander.
"What the-" Loki heard a voice and cursed at himself for not paying attention to his surroundings.
Stepping back from the glass towards the edge of the walls he found Lady Pepper staring at the mess in the kitchen. Loki inched against the wall, not wanting to risk any more fatigue with teleportation, but their gazes met.
"Someone was hungry, I see." Pepper gestured to the floor and closed the fridge doors. Loki remained silent. Unable to decide his current emotion, he kept his face placid.
"So you're an early riser too? Or you just never slept?" Pepper asked without turning around. She began to take out a large plastic bag from the pantry and filled it with the broken bottles. Pepper straightened up, holding the bag, and Looked at Loki expectantly. When the god didn't reply she merely shrugged.
"I like to make the most of my day, and Tony likes a good cup of coffee when he wakes up. So until then, I make the most of my time." Pepper took out some paper rolls and started to wipe the liquids off the floor.
Loki tilted his head in confusion; did the mortal not understand he had no interest in engaging in conversation? Why, then, did she continue to talk to herself? Subconsciously, Loki's feet began to move to Lady Pepper while he watched her clean his mess. Pepper paid no heed when she could feel Loki behind her. There was a slight hesitation, but only for a second before she continued to clean up. When the floor was clean, she put all the rubbish in the one bag and stood up to face Loki, whose face showed slight curiosity. Pepper gestured to the bag and Loki's eyes glanced at it before making direct contact with her eyes.
"Sometimes Thor does the same thing, though he tends to eat everything rather than throw it on the floor. I'm sort of used to cleaning up his mess," she said. Loki's brow frowned at the mention of Thor but he nodded to himself as her words spoke truth. At feasts in Asgard, Thor would swallow anything within his grasp and often Loki, who used to sit next to Thor, had to keep flicking off food remnants that would fly onto him when the thunder god opened his disgusting mouth.
Loki became curious when Lady Pepper brushed past him, as if taking no notice of his presence. He followed her, as she picked up all the papers and objects. Loki picked up one of the parchments Lady Pepper had returned and dropped it in front of her gaze. Pepper turned her gaze to the god, narrowing her eyes, then picked up the paper and placed it on one of the tables. Loki smiled, amused, and dropped the page again. He enjoyed frustrating the mortal, and it could be seen all over her face. Together they continued this dance until Pepper snatched all the papers from the desk and held them close to her. Loki broadened his smile.
"Are you always this difficult?" Pepper narrowed her eyes again.
"A trickster is naught without a playground."
Lady Pepper gave a quiet laugh and smiled, before he noticed her wince slightly. Oh yes, the injuries she sustained by my hand. He looked at the cut and bruises on her face and neck. Naturally Loki felt no remorse for his actions against the mortal. This situation where she sustained her injuries called for intimidation and force, not matter how unsuccessful the plans ended up. Loki lifted his head and heard distant footsteps heading towards his location, before looking out the windows to see the sun now filtering over the city. No doubt another Avenger had awoken.
Pepper widened her eyes in concern as Loki suddenly put both his hands around her bruised neck. Something however, was different this time. There was no pressure on her neck but a cool, soothing sensation that replaced the soreness around her throat. Her eyes glanced down at his arms before watching him mouth something she could not hear.
"What … what are you - " she tried to ask.
"Fret not," he replied, forcefully. Pepper stepped back, holding her throat, as Loki licked his thumb and stepped towards her. His hand quickly clasped the back of her head, holding it in place as he smeared his spit over the cut on her cheek with his other hand. Pepper squeezed her eyes shut, unsure what was happening. While she was a little grossed out, the pain in her cheek was beginning to subside as the same cool feeling returned. Pepper opened her eyes, wiped the spit of her face, and gasped. The large cut on her face - she could not feel it. Did he just … heal my injuries? She thought, and looked up. Loki tsked.
"Think nothing of it, it's not as though I care," he said carelessly. "Looking at your damaged face bored me." He tilted his head high.
"Thank you," Pepper said meaningfully, taking Loki aback. Pepper wanted to say more, but Steve entered the room and stopped in his tracks.
"Loki?" The captain frowned, trying to understand why the god stood uncomfortably close to Pepper.
Loki's face twisted into anger and he disappeared into thin air. Steve guessed he went someplace empty in the tower.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked.
"No, no," Pepper quickly assured him. "Actually … I think he was trying to be nice."She turned to face the spot where Loki had vanished, and Steve looked over as well, a slow smile creeping onto his face.
hmmm.. lets pick a good duo here
An alert gets you a chance to voice your concerns about Odin's parental skillz, a review allows you to beat some sense into the man!( loki biased here*raises hand*)
-Brought to you by the Broadcasting Service of Mimbillia-