(A/N): So, I noticed nothing really happened with the fate for "Falling for a Trickster", so I'm going to go ahead and do this next chapter, lol. I've decided since me as a writer, (many other writers could have this feeling too...) I'm going to keep the story since I don't like deleting my stories unless it's giving bad vibes. So, here's the next chapter for "Adopting Ice"!
I don't want to go in there, I thought before my phone went off in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered it.
"I can see you, Loki. You are the only person I know that has a lime green Fiat." Thor says.
I was in the parking lot outside his apartment. I haven't even parked my car thinking he wasn't going to let me in…most of the time because Jane would be there…
"I need to talk to you." I replied as I tried to pass by his comment.
"About what…Sif? Oh, no…I'm sorry, Brother, but I had enough with your problems with women."
I roll my eyes before laying my free hand over them, sighing. "Can I come in?"
"…Are you alright?" Thor asked, sounding concerned on the other end of the call.
"Yeah…I'm fine." I answered as I rubbed my eyes. I heard Thor heavily sigh into the phone.
"Loki, park and come inside. You seem a little frustrated out there." He says and ends the call. I looked out my window and up at his apartment. Thor's curtains to his window were wide open as he was standing in view. I sigh while sliding my phone back into my pocket, getting out of the car, and headed for his apartment.
"So, what is so important that made you visit me?" Thor asked as he grabbed a beer out his fridge. "You rarely come see me, so it must be good news."
"…No…" I replied nervously, tapping my foot. I was sitting down on his long red couch, staring into his T.V. It wasn't even on and I was more interested in it that having the conversation. His apartment wasn't as big as I expected, but he had a living room with a couch, T.V., a coffee table in between, and a red rug under it. The walls were grey with different pictures of family and friends. To the right of me was the red kitchen…as well with grey, black, and white. The window Thor used to see me in the parking lot was behind me as well as the door. There was a door on the right side of the T.V. that lead to Thor's bedroom and on the left side was another door that led to a bathroom. Just realizing then, I started to wonder how the parties he has been having here ends up being a hit to everyone he knows. It's only enough space for maybe five to dance in the living room.
Thor walks into the living room as he opened up his beer. "Loki, what is it?" He asked before taking a swig. I glanced up at him and stared at him for a few seconds, sliding both my hands into my hair and heavily sighed. I never liked getting help from him, but…I'm broke, I thought.
"…I'm homeless." I finally say.
"Yeah, I know."
I snapped a look at him, unsuspecting that response. "Excuse me?"
Thor takes another swig. "Well, obviously Sif would have kicked you out after that incident."
"Well, you're a warming brother I always wanted." I spat as I stood from my seat. "I don't even know why I came here."
"For guidance…money…basically your older brother. It's not like you're going to call Dad."
I rolled my eyes away from his crystal ones and acknowledged a picture of my deceased mother. It has been two years since she had passed and I was still recovering from the loss. Everyone else seemed to have finally moved on, but I knew my mother and I had a closer relationship than her own husband.
"There's a motel a few blocks from here. I could-"
"Please no. Those places are disgusting and rotting every year they try to stand tall." I quickly replied as I returned my focus back on Thor.
Thor scoffed as he sets his beer down on the counter to cross his arms. "…Then try an apartment from here. The rent is pretty decent and I could be just down from you if you need anything."
"Well, this is a dream come true." I sighed as I dropped myself back into my seat.
"You know it's just until you can get back up on your feet."
It took me a second to realize Thor was actually trying to help me. I felt the love I've haven't gotten from him since we were kids. So, I knew he was being serious about fixing this new mistake I've done to myself. I looked over at him and he smiled back.
I don't know how Thor made the process work so quickly, but after a few days of suffering in Thor's apartment, he finally rented me my own only five doors down from his. I'm only paying $350 at the end of every month and rooms are fantastic. I wouldn't have expected an apartment pretty low priced to be so welcoming. Though, after Thor kicked me out into it, his girlfriend found out and followed her word by kicking me in my…Manly Privacy…after she slapped me in the face. It took me a few hours to finally get back to unpacking, but by then night had come and I decided to stop for the night.
I was laying on my couch from my Step Dad's storage box in the apartment's small living room while strangely responding to Thor's texts than I normally would:
THOR: Sorry, working late tonight, so I won't be able to help you finish unpacking.
LOKI: I quit for the night anyway.
THOR: You took those days off like I told you, right?
LOKI: Yes, Mother.
THOR: Alright then. I'll text you in the morning. I will even bring you breakfast. :D
LOKI: No McDarrel's, please? If I must eat one more chicken nugget, I'm going to kill myself.
THOR: Wow, dark much? I know the food is bad there, but the Big Darrel is amazing…
LOKI: Of course, just by how you eat, you have the probability to eat the rest of the cow as well.
THOR: Watch me. ;) But, I should get back to work. I hear the manager's heels down the hallway of the office and my break was over 10 minutes ago.
After reading Thor's text, I locked it, and dropped it on the floor. I was so stressed out that night, I didn't even force myself off the couch and into my bed. So, I passed out with an arm over my eyes to block the lamp light I didn't feel like turning off.
I was awakened by a few banging knocks at my door, startling me off the couch and onto the floor the next morning. "…What the hell?" I muttered. The banging kept going as I got to my feet and grabbed hold of the couch.
"Who is it?" I yelled out while rubbing my left eye. I noticed the living room was dark, so I assumed the bulb went out in the lamp during the night.
"It's Thor!" The person on the other end of the door called back.
I rolled my eyes with a sigh before hurrying over to the right side of the living room to open the door for him.
"I brought Randy's!" Thor continued shouting as I thought of different ways of pushing him over the rail behind him for waking me up so early since both our apartments were on the fifth level of the building. I opened the door and already began to smell the food. I was about to make a fuss, but at the wrong time, my stomach growled. Thor didn't even get the chance to shout out a "Hello!" to me since it was so quick. I just decided to keep my mouth shut and let him in and he followed my idea.
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