A/N: reworked this chapter for a bit more content
It was nice getting to spend so much time with Loki. They had a full week together before he had to go to Germany to begin his plan. They tried to think of another solution, but only succeded in losing precious time enjoying eachother's company.
"I think I know what your answer will be, but could you at least consider it?" She was at her computer, checking email as he sat on the other couch, scarfing down his breakfast. Cinamon Toast Crunch was his favorite Midgardian food for the moment. He had yet to try much else other than the steak and cressaunts that her Momma had made for dinner the night he arrived.
She thought a few more seconds if it was really the best way to word it. She wasn't really great with words. "There would be far fewer casualties if you asked your brother and his friends for help.." He didn't even look at her. He simply finished the last bite of his cerial and briskly walked to the kitchen to put the dishes away, leaving them in the sink for the housekeeer to take care of.
She sighed before following him. "Loki, seriously. Please consider it? For me?" As she expected, he was angry at the suggestion. He hated asking people for help, especially his brother. She gave her big-sad-give-me-what-I-want-or-I'll-cry-puppy eyes when he chanced a look toward her, knowing full well that she was likely to give him that face. She hadn't changed much over the year they'd been apart.
He sighed in frustration, "Alright, I'll think about it.. NO!" "Oh, come on, Loki! Please? All I'm asking is that you consider it. Look, there will be far less chance of people getting hurt or you being punished for it." "No." He was petting the dog, trying to stay calm and not yell at her. She hated yelling.
"You're being irrational about this! I don't want to see you punnished and I sure as hell don't want to lose you again!" "NO!" He brushed past her and went to the back door, "I'm going for a walk. Come boy." He cliped the leash to the dogs collar. "Loki, please?" He ignored her and slammed the door behind himself and the dog. She threw her hands up with a frustrated yell before floping back onto the couch.
He didn't return until almost sunset and still refused to speak to her more than he absolutely had to until her parents talked at least some sense into him. He refused to change his mind, but did get back on friendly terms with her. Her family, even though they knew what he was and what he was planning, treated him as one of their own without hesitation and he grew quite fond of them. Her Momma was beyond emotional when he had to leave.
Candy watched on TV as New York was attacked by aliens, The Avengers fighting them off. She managed to catch a few glimpses of her friend in the chaos and prayed that his plan would work as he'd hoped. Unfortunately, he was also right about being returned to Asgard. When he appeared in her dream that night the first thing he did was give her a hug. They spent their last few hours together before saying their goodbyes.
A kiss uppon her cheek was the last thing she'd get from him before waking to strange sounds in her room.
