AN There isn't too much that happens in this chapter, but I needed one where the two people mostly in it, finally because of friends. Hopefully, the humor is funny, like I think, and enjoy.
Chapter 45: Fights, Dinking, and Yeti
Remy LeBeau found himself in a lot of predicaments over the years, abandoned by his birth parents as a baby, growing up a thief on the streets, killing his wife's brother on his wedding day, finding himself banished from New Orleans, found himself in debt to Mr. Sinster, joined the X-MEN, fell in love with Rogue, and after many ups and downs they finally got married. Then their honeymoon turned into a wild adventure in space.
But out of all the predicaments he has found himself in throughout his thirty some odd years of life, he has never been in one as weird as now; one moment, Remy was in that damn cage, comforting Saphira as she cried in his shoulder because Loki looked to be having a heatstroke; then suddenly Remy was wandering in a blizzard, wind, and snow, so heavy Remy could barely see where he was going and was pretty sure he was going around in circles because he kept seeing the same giant footprints, either that is whoever the prints belonged to was following Remy.
Remy was glad Mojo thought to put him in winter clothes, something someone would wear while skiing only thing missing was the actual skis; he could also feel a t-shirt under the sweater he had on; Remy turned a corner and bumped right into something tall and furry and stunk; it made him fall on his behind. When Remy looked up, he didn't know whether to laugh or scream because standing above him, growling down was a Yeti or Bigfoot, whichever name you prefer to call him; Remy searched his pockets, but that asshole Mojo didn't leave him his cards, or anything he could use to blow this guy up, he couldn't touch him, Remy's powers didn't work on living things. Since he could barely see or move, Remy couldn't even move out of the way as the Yeti reached down towards him to grab him, smack him, or eat him; Remy had no clue.
Whatever it had in mind, Remy didn't find out; at the last second, before his paw struck, it suddenly froze, as in ice-covered the whole thing; he now looked like an ice sculpture. Before Remy could think anything of it, a blinding green light hit the Yeti from behind, and it shattered like glass, Remy tried to look up at who saved him, but the snow and wind had picked up more. He couldn't see, even when he tried to hold his hand above his eyes didn't work, all Remy saw was blue arms, and for a wild moment believed it was Mystique but decided that was stupid, especially since he got a better look when his savior reached down, and grabbed Remy's arm and pulled him up.
"On your feet, LeBeau." A voice he knew all too well said. "I'm not carrying you."
"I thought you hated me, mon ami," Remy said as he started leading him away; the person still had a tight grip on Remy's arm and had no trouble walking in the blinding snow, and Remy was pretty sure he didn't have trouble seeing either. And the cold temperatures must not bother him; he only had on the winter pants and t-shirt. Remy guessed he took the coat and sweater off.
"I do," Loki replied, and even with the howling wind Remy still heard the amusement in his voice. "Unfortunately, my wife and sister adore you, and they would kill me if I left you to die."
"Ah, that explains the rescue to ole Remy then," Remy replied as they stopped in front of a wooden door; Loki chuckled as he opened it and pushed Remy in, out of the snow. It took Remy a moment for his eyes to adjust; when they did, Remy realized he was in a small one-room cabin that had a rocking chair, sofa, and wardrobe in the room, a door that led into a bathroom, and a deer head hanging over the fireplace, but nothing else. However, there was a fire going in the fireplace, so the cabin wasn't cold. And like he had thought, Loki had taken off his coat and sweater. They were lying across the back of the rocking chair.
"I appeared in this cabin," Loki told him, "Decided to have a look around the giant white things are everywhere out there."
"Yeti," Remy answered; Loki gave him a confused look. "Or bigfoot, sasquatch, has many names, depends on what part of the world you're in, but it's one of those mythical creatures people believe is real, even though there is no proof they exist."
"Like a ghost," Loki replied as Remy took off his coat and sat by the fire; he was still pissed with how Loki treated Rogue in his last movie, but he couldn't do anything until his hands warmed up, then Remy planned to punch Loki right in his jaw.
"Some ghosts are real," Remy mumbled, holding his hands over the fire, "even if it isn't the spooky kind of ghost, but the ones from the past that haunt your nightmares. "
Loki said nothing to that, just stood there in his jotuun form, with his eyebrow raised, watching Remy with those red eyes that seemed to glow. Remy turned back to the fire, warming his hands up when he decided his hands were warm; Remy stood up and turned to Loki.
"Thanks for saving me." Remy replied, "But Remy still owes you for almost making Rogue cry."
Then without warning, Remy stepped forward, drew back his fist, and punched Loki, knocking him to the ground; Loki looked up at him with a shocked look, and Remy was a little surprised; he hit Loki hard enough he busted his lip.
Loki felt of his lip, pulled his hand back and looked at the tiny bit of blood on his finger, narrowed his eyes, then, with a growl, jumped up and tackled Remy into the rocking chair; the chair broke, sending them both to the floor; before Loki could do anything else, Remy put his foot on Loki's gut and sent him flying over him, and into the wall behind them, Loki was on his feet before Remy was and came at him with a punch in the eye, sending Remy stumbling backward, he straightened up. Then tackled Loki to the ground and started punching him, though it wasn't long until Loki tossed him off and jumped up and came at Remy.
Remy dodged out of the way, then tried to punch Loki in return, only for Loki to flip him over his shoulder and send him flying across the room; Remy got back up, came at Loki.
For the next five minutes or so, Loki and Remy spent the time beating each other up, both doing an excellent job with getting one over on the other; Loki seemed a bit surprised that Remy was holding his own against him, as he sent Remy into a corner a broom sitting there fell over and hit him, Remy picked it up, broke the bristle part of then, ran forward, and before Loki could move, he hit him in the shoulder with it, then used it to knock his feet out from under him, then stood over him pointing the broke end at his throat.
"Why do you hate me so much," Remy demanded; Loki glared up at him, then grabbed the end of the broom and jerked him forward.
"Because you are an annoying little shit," Loki told him; he then pushed the broom back towards Remy right into his stomach, knocking the air out of him and making him lose his balance, and he fell to the floor.
Neither said anything; both just sat there, glaring at each other, Remy holding his stomach. Then the cabin shook as a Yeti ran by, yelling a noise that sounded like a woman screaming.
"Cousin of yours?" Remy asked; Loki glared at him then looked away; Remy felt his eye; it hurt and was a bit puffy.
Loki looked at Remy again, then got up and walked over to look out the window. Remy watched as he turned into his human-looking form, then felt a little guilty, wondering if his remark about the Yeti had hurt Loki; he felt even worse when Remy took a good look at Loki's reflection in the window and saw Loki still looked to be having effects from the heat, he was paler then usual, had red blotches on his skin, like sunburn and his eyes looked glossy and tired. Remy guessed that's why he had been in his other form; it was helping him recover.
"I did not bring you here to fight," Loki told him, "I do not understand why.."
"You almost had Rogue in tears," Remy said. "While I was comforting your wife, you were treating mine like trash."
"You've seen Saphira?" Loki asked, turning around to look at him.
"Yes, she was fine when I left her, no idea where she is now," Remy told him; Loki sighed in relief and turned back to the window.
"At least she's okay," Loki mumbled to himself.
"You and I have more in common than you realize, mon ami," Remy told him.
"Really?" Loki demanded, "Can you turn blue also?"
Remy glared at Loki's back, and because he was bored and had nothing else to do, he got up and went over and started going through the wardrobe; he found a deck of Uno cards and a large bottle of bourbon and shouted in joy, startling Loki, who jumped at the sudden noise and turned around and glared at Remy.
"What are you shouting about?" Loki demanded; Remy held up the cards and bourbon, and Loki frowned as he carried them over to the fireplace and sat down,
"Why don't you join Remy, mon ami," Remy asked. Now that his anger at him was gone, maybe he could try to make a truce with Loki; if they couldn't be friends, at least they could be civil.
"I am not your friend," Loki said. "Besides, do you think it wise to drink now?"
"No, probably not," Remy replied, unscrewing the lid, "But since your icy ass is the only one of us that can go out in that." Remy pointed towards the window with the bottle. "Remy has nothing else to do."
Loki stood and watched Remy a moment before he grabbed a small table by the window and carried it over to where he was. He sat on one side, Remy on the other; Loki grabbed the bottle and took a drink as Remy explained UNO to him; thankfully, because Loki was brilliant, it only took one time for him to understand how to play.
Thirty minutes later, the bottle of bourbon was nearly half gone, and Remy and Loki were laughing and joking around as they still played cards. Their conversation turned to their wives, and under the influence of alcohol, they told each other things that their wives probably wouldn't be happy if they knew.
"Saphira is hundreds of years older than you; she can't be your little sister," Loki said when Remy had called Saphira his little sister.
"How old is Saphira?" Remy asked, "She won't tell me, said I shouldn't ask ladies their age." He tossed a card down.
"If she won't tell you, what makes you think I will?" Loki demanded.
"I won't tell her," Remy said. Loki paused in picking up the bourbon, a thoughtful look on his face.
"All right, if I tell you Saphira's age, you first have to tell me Rogue's real name," Loki replied.
"You want to get a man killed, don't you?" Remy said, snatching the bottle from Loki's hand.
"That's my price," Loki told him. Remy glared a moment, then gave in.
"Anna Marie," Remy answered. Loki frowned.
"That's it?" Loki demanded. "I was expecting something weird and long or ugly."
"Don't call her that; she'll know I told you." Remy said, "Now tell me Saphira's age."
"She'll be one thousand and forty-nine in the Midgardain month of June," Loki answered.
"Damn, no wonder she wouldn't tell Remy." Remy said, "That is pretty old."
Loki glared at him. "Not to us, it isn't; Odin, on the other hand, is, well, I don't know his exact age, but he has to be ten thousand or more."
"Fuck." Remy said, taking a drink, "Out of curiosity, what's he look like?"
"Long white hair and beard, used to be muscular like Thor, but more on the chubby side now, and has an eyepatch," Loki explained. Remy looked at Loki for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"He sounds like Santa Claus," Remy said, tossing a card down.
"Never heard of him," Loki said, having to draw a card.
"Santa Claus? Ole St Nick?" Remy asked, "He doesn't exist anyway."
"Pardon?" Loki asked.
"He's just a story parents tell kids to get them to behave around the holidays," Remy replied, "He's supposed to be a fat jolly old guy that knows your every move somehow even though Santa lives in the North Pole and keeps a list of your bad or good, on every Christmas Eve he goes around breaking into people's homes leaving gifts for the good little kids, and living coal for the bad little kids, and eats all your milk and cookies.
"That sounds like a horror movie." Loki said, "Is that something parents tell their children to scare them?"
"Nope," Remy answered, "Kids love him."
"So, Midgardian parents work hard all year to buy their children a gift for the holiday, only to give credit to some creepy old fat man that doesn't even exist?" Loki demanded.
"Yep," Remy answered.
"That makes no sense," Loki said, looking bewildered.
"As I said, it's only a tale to get kids to behave at Christmas time." Remy answers. "Never believed in him myself; the guild takes pride in what they steal."
"You know, I suddenly realize how creepy Heimdall is," Loki said, tossing down a card that made Remy have to pick up four cards.
"Whose Heimdall?" Remy asked.
"Asgard's gatekeeper; he has a gift and can see everything happening all over the nine realms," Loki replied. "He stands at the Bifrost, keeping watch."
"Damn, Odin is Santa," Remy shouted. Loki looked at him, startled.
"Pardon?" Loki asked.
"Heimdall, he's how Santa Odin knows if you've been good or bad; he is the one watching and keeping track for Odin Claus," Remy explained. Loki snorted.
"Please, Odin would rather cut his other eye out than give a bunch of Midgardain children gifts," Loki replied.
"He sounds like an ass," Remy replied.
"He is," Loki replied. "Why do you think Thor hasn't returned to Asgard since I escaped prison?"
Another thirty minutes passed, and Loki and Remy had stopped playing cards and were now sitting together on the couch; Remy now had an ice pack on his eye, something Loki made him from the sleeve of the sweater he took off and ice he formed from nothing, they were finishing the last of the bourbon and suddenly in depressed moods.
"We aren't that different, you and I," Remy said, then took a drink.
"You've said that once; care to explain how we are so alike," Loki demanded.
"I'm sure you've seen Remy's eyes?" Remy asked. Loki nodded. "My biological parents thought my eyes meant I was the devil, so, when Remy was just a baby, they abandoned me in the hospital after I was born, they didn't care if I lived or died, long as they were far from the devil eye, baby. I was evil, bad luck, mon ami."
Loki turned and looked at Remy with a frown; he didn't say anything, and Remy continued.
"This is where our stories differ a bit," Remy continued. "Unlike you, royalty did not take me in, but I was kidnapped from the hospital by the New Orleans Thieves Guild; they called me "le diable blanc."
"The white devil," Loki asked, his frown deepened.
"Yes," Remy replied, "They believe Remy, the child of a stupid prophecy, left me in the care of some street thieves where they taught me how to be a thief; when I was around ten, I tried to pickpocket a guy by the name of Jean-Luc LeBeau, turned out he was the leader of the guild and took me off the streets adopted me as his own, life wasn't perfect for Remy, but I liked it."
"Saphira talks about Jean-Luc often," Loki replied, "she thinks quite a lot of him."
"Jean-Luc has his problems, but he's a good guy." Remy replied, "He still considers Saphira, his daughter; he took a liking to her toughness and sassy attitude. I call him sometimes; he always asks how she's doing."
"Well, thanks for your trip down memory lane." Loki replied, "So, both abandoned by parents who did not want us, we are very much alike."
"Rogue wasn't my first wife," Remy said, "A woman named Bella Donna was; Saphira hated her so much she refused to attend the wedding; she wasn't the only one against it, so was Bella's older brother; we fought, I killed him in self-defense, then was banished from New Orleans, travel around a bit; found myself in debt to the wrong person, and to repay this debt I had to lead a group of marauders into the Morlock's underground tunnels."
"The who?" Loki demanded.
"Morlocks, a group of mutants who prefer to live in the sewer under the city," Remy explained, "they are primarily ones that look different, so they like to stay hidden, what Remy didn't know was, this group of marauders was giving the order to kill the Morlocks, by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late, I couldn't stop it, all but one was dead, and even though I didn't kill any it was still my fault."
"The ghost that still haunts your nightmares?" Loki asked; Remy nodded, "Shocking story, but I do not see how..."
"New York." Remy interrupted, "More people died in your alien invasion, and even though you didn't kill them yourself, it is still your fault. A ghost that haunts your nightmares, perhaps." He raised his eyebrow at him.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Loki said; Remy rolled his eyes, Saphira explained to him what they were doing that day, and though Remy understood the main reason, he disagreed with it but knew it wasn't entirely their fault. Still, they did have a choice of not doing it, just like Remy.
"See, not as different as you think we are, mon ami," Remy replied.
"You're still annoying," Loki replied; Remy chuckled; he was sure some understanding had just passed between the two of them.
"Something else you and Remy have in common," Remy replied; Loki rolled his eyes; they were silent a moment.
"Who was the guy you owed a debt to?" Loki asked, crossing his arms.
"His name was Mr. Sinster?" Remy said, "I went to him for help with something."
"I'm sorry, but you went to someone named Mr. Sinister for help?" Loki demanded.
"He's the only one that could help me at the time." Remy shrugged.
"I'm not even going to ask what you needed help with," Loki said.
"Good, because Remy wouldn't tell you anyway," Remy replied. They fell silent for a moment.
"I do not regret New York," Loki said, "Even if it haunts me still, Saphira means everything to me, and I'd do it all over again if her life were threatened."
"Maybe getting drunk was a bad idea." Remy said, "Now we've become depressed and way too serious."
It grew darker in the cabin, and Remy looked towards the window to see a Yeti standing outside looking in at them.
"Your cousin's back." Remy pointed at the window; Loki looked, then laughed.
"He does remind me of Thor a bit.," Loki said; Remy started laughing, then the Yeti ran off, causing the windows to shake; Loki jumped up and ran to it, looking out it.
"A bunch of them is out there now," Loki said, "They are so dumb." He sounded amazed by the Yeti's stupidity; then, he turned around to face Remy, smiling big. "I got a wonderful idea; let's go out to kill them."
"Now Remy knows you drank too much, mon ami," Remy told him, holding the bottle up, then brought it to his lips for a drink.
"Thor and I used to go hunting on Asgard, catch bigger and more freighting creatures than that," Loki said.
"Does your wife know that?" Remy asked; Loki narrowed his eyes at him.
"No, she does not," Loki replied, "Well, she knows Thor and Odin would go but is unaware that I sometimes went hunting with them. I was still trying to get Odin's approval; I wanted to prove I could hunt as good as Thor."
"Did you?" Remy asked, "Hunt as good as Thor?" Loki glared at Remy moment.
"I was better than him," Loki announced, But something in his voice told Remy he was lying; Loki doesn't seem the hunting type; Remy couldn't imagine him camping out in woods, sleeping on the ground for a day.
"Sure you were," Remy said, taking a drink.
"So, what do you say want to go kill some Yeti?" Loki demanded. "Better than just sitting around here getting more drunk, might even get us out of this movie."
"Fine, but if you get us killed, I'm telling your wife on you," Remy replied, and Loki snorted as he watched him stand; he stumbled a bit and fell back down and laughed. "I'll get there, don't worry."
Loki rolled his eyes as Remy tried two more times but then was able to stand; he stumbled over, picked up the broom handle, grabbed the UNO cards, then turned to Loki and announced he was ready; Loki shifted back into his jotuun form before opening the door and walking out, Remy behind him.
Loki immediately spotted one and made a dagger appear. He and Remy took off running towards it, though Remy was a lot slower; unlike Loki, he couldn't run in the snow as if it was nothing, and though the cold air had sobered him up a little, he was still feeling a little drunk. He was glad it had quiet snowing, so he could at least see.
When they reached the Yeti, Loki stabbed it in the back of the leg; it howled in pain, came back, grabbed Loki by the hair, and tossed him across the field; he landed with a soft thump in the snow. Loki tried to get up on his feet, but the Yeti kept throwing him around. Remy ran up and stuck the broken end of the broom handle in the leg; the Yeti howled and smacked Remy across the field. The Yeti stocked towards him as Remy tried to stand up.
Then Loki did something that Remy was sure he only did because they were drunk, but Loki ran forward; jumped on the things back; this thing was a good ten feet tall and wide, and here Loki, who stands 6'4, had it around the neck, trying to choke it. It reached behind him and tossed Loki away; he landed in the snow next to Remy.
"That was dumb," Remy told him.
"I'm drunk." Loki snapped; Remy patted his back, Loki pushed him away.
"I'm drunk too, mon ami," Remy replied, "I still think it was dumb."
Before Loki could answer, the Yeti reached down and picked Remy up by the collar of his shirt and held him up, then growled in his face.
"Put him down!" Loki yelled; he got up, made ice appear, around the Yeti's legs, trapping him in place, then Loki made two daggers appear and ran forward, stuck one in the Yeti's leg; he fell on one knee, Loki hopped on it, climbed up the Yeti's side, stood, with his knee on its shoulder and his another leg standing in the crock of its arm, Loki jerked the Yeti's head back, tossed down his dagger, made a giant ice sickle form in his hand.
"I know you are watching Mojo, and when I find where you are, I will kill you," Loki said, then drove the ice sickle into the Yeti's eye; he cried out swung its arm, sending Loki flying, it broke free of the ice and stood, then ran towards Loki, Remy grabbed one of the fallen daggers and ran after him.
"Sorry, Loki, I know you love this, but..." Remy sent his kinetic energy into the dagger, ran towards the Yeti, jumped up on a pile of snow, and jumped towards him and drove it right between the thing's shoulder blades; it roared back with a howl, and Remy dodged out of the way and ran towards Loki, and tackled him to the ground, just as the Yeti blew up, fur and guts going everywhere.
Loki sat up and pushed Remy off him, and made a face. "That is disgusting."
"At least it's dead," Remy said, standing and dusting the snow off him as Loki stood.
"You blew up one of my daggers," Loki said, turning to him and narrowing his eyes.
"You have thousands of those things; you aren't going to miss one," Remy replied.
"You still blew it up," Loki said. Remy was having a hard time not laughing. Loki sounded like a little kid.
"You liked it so much, mon ami, " Remy said. "Remy will get you another one as a replacement, no?"
"Fine, but you have to pay for it, not an actual replacement if you steal it," Loki said, crossing his arms; drunk Loki was very childish, which amused Remy.
Before Remy could reply, there was a loud cry, then a rumble. They both looked to see about a dozen Yeti running their way.
"They do not look happy," Remy said.
"Guess they do not like that you killed their kin," Loki replied.
"Run maybe," Remy asked; Loki nodded.
"That seems like the thing to do," Loki said, then at the same time, they both took off running, got five feet before Remy fell; Loki stopped to help him up, but the Yeti caught up with them, and Loki started conjuring large ice sickles and tossing them at them, as he ran towards it to get closer, Remy winched a bit at the howls and growls of both anger and pain, as Loki's ice hit their targets.
Remy got up and pulled the UNO cards out of his pocket, and ran forward, and started charging and throwing them; he had forgotten about them before and now owed Loki a new dagger because of it. Once he was out of UNO cards, he started making snowballs and charging and throwing them. Loki had gotten closer to the Yeti and was stabbing them now, climbing on them, or somehow jumping over them; he was still in his Jotuun form and seeing him fighting in it, with a mad look on his face and a gleam in his eyes, was a bit scary if Remy was honest.
Their fight was hopeless, though, because the more they killed, the more there seemed to be, and Remy didn't know about Loki, but he was getting tired and was freezing; he had forgotten to put his coat on before coming out, and his sweater was wet from the snow, and he was using his bare hands to make snowballs.
"LeBeau, stand back. I have an idea." Loki called, just as more Yeti came running up. Remy didn't need telling twice as he slapped the snowball on the leg of the Yeti next to him, then ran, getting a few feet of them; Loki backed up, and after making sure Remy was behind, he thrust out his hands the ground shook, and a giant wall of thick ice shot up out of the snow blocking them from the Yeti.
"Brilliant idea, mon ami," Remy said; Loki smiled, then there was a big slam, and the ice shook, but nothing else so far the Yeti couldn't beak through, and as they howled in anger, Loki and Remy burst out laughing so hard they fell.
"Having fun?" A voice demanded behind them; Loki and Remy spun around and looked up to see both Rogue and Saphira standing there with their hands on their hips.
Another thirty minutes later, Remy found himself sitting by the fire in a cabin Saphira and Rogue had been hiding out in all this time; it was pretty much the same as theirs, but Saphira had covered their window in vines to keep from being seen in here, and the fireplace and an oil lamp are what they used for light, Remy was sitting by the fireplace, he had taken off his sweater, thankfully the shirt was dry underneath, Saphira sat across from him, she had just made her hands hot. She had warmed up Remy's slowly so he wouldn't get frostbite.
Rogue laid on the couch across from them with her arm covering her eyes; she was ignoring everyone but Saphira, and she was ignoring everyone but Rogue unless you count Remy's hands, but she would neither look nor talk to him when doing it other than explaining what she was doing. She wasn't talking to Loki after making sure he was okay.
After Loki and Remy were finally able to stop laughing, for reasons Remy blames the bourbon told their wives everything they have done since appearing here, leaving out only telling their secrets to each other while drunk. Their wives had not been amused and were now giving them the silent treatment.
Loki, who was now back in his standard form and looking a lot better than he did the first time he shifted back to it, was pacing the floor, trying to get Saphira and Rogue to say something; he, unlike Remy, couldn't stand the awkward silence.
"I admit, getting drunk and deciding to go hunt Bigfoot was a dumb idea," Loki said, turning and looking from Saphira to Rogue, "But in my defense, we still beat them."
"That's not the point, sugar," Rogue replied, "You two knew better than put yourselves in danger like that. Especially while drunk."
"The drinking was LeBeau's idea," Loki said, pointing at Remy.
"You didn't have to agree," Saphira spoke up.
"If you two want to get drunk and make fools of yourself, do it on our spaceship, not while you're trapped here in TV land when you need a clear head for whatever Mojo throws at you," Rogue said, "If you had been thinking then I doubt you would have gone out chasing Bigfoot."
"Rue is correct; save the foolishness for the ship, then we would love to see you two acting like idiots," Saphira said.
"I'm...sorry?" Loki said though it sounded more like a question to Remy. Across from him, Saphira sighed and waved Loki over to her; she grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her.
"I'm not mad at you anymore, but you do anything dumb like that again, you'll be sleeping on the floor until after our son is born," Saphira told him.
"I understand," Loki said, grinning; he leaned in to kiss Saphira, but she moved away, giggling as she pushed Loki away.
"Sorry, babe, I'm thrilled to see you too, but no kissing until the smell of bourbon is off your breath," Saphira told him; Loki instead hugged her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Rogue groaned and sat up.
"You are too soft on them, sugar," Rogue told her.
"Sorry, Rue, I can't be mad at Loki for very long," Saphira replied.
"I believe you can forgive Remy, now Cherie," Remy said. He stood up and walked over and sat next to Rogue and started to speak to her in French, sweet-talking her basically; after five minutes, Rogue gave in and forgave him.
"Rogue?" Loki asked; Remy was surprised that it seemed important to Loki for Rogue not to be mad at him.
"I'm not mad at you either," Rogue said, "But I'm still telling mom."
"What?" Loki demanded, "Sister, you do know we are adults, right?"
"Yes, but I've never been able to tell on a sibling before," Rogue replied; Remy started laughing.
"Shut up." Loki snapped at him. "You...idiot." That just made Remy laugh more, and Loki took a pillow from the rocking chair behind him and tossed it at Remy, smacking him in the face.
"Loki? I thought you said you were adults?" Saphira chastised, "You two, Remy." They both fell silent then Remy decided to get Loki back for throwing a pillow at him.
"You know, if Kellogg's ever decided to get rid of Tony the Tiger, your jotuun form could make a good mascot, no?" Remy said; Loki glared at him; he knew what Tony The Tiger was; of course, Loki ate Frosted Flakes for breakfast a lot.
Rogue and Saphira watched the two, a little concerned, as they knew Loki's temper and how being Jotuun could still sometimes be a touchy subject for him, but to their surprise, Loki suddenly laughed.
"Asshole," Loki mumbled, turning away from him as Remy laughed; forget civil him and Loki are now friends, he could feel it, yeah one of those friendships where Loki will act as if he still hates Remy, but Loki doesn't. Remy was going to enjoy being friends with someone so easily annoyed. Perhaps he can even help Loki relax a bit, not take everything so seriously.
AN Gambit's background comes from his origins and what I found online. Rogue and Saphira had been there as long as Loki and Gambit didn't know the others were there until the end. The next chapter will probably be last in this plot.
About Loki's height, yeah, I know Tom Hiddleston isn't that tall, but the character is supposed to be at least comic Loki is; that's what Marvel thing online has listed, and so that's the height I used.