DAY 22: 1300 HOURS
He had always had what the humans called psychic abilities, or the 'sixth sense', Bella said he was part Jedi. He felt the universe take a funny turn, and his throat went dry. His stomach had gone through a shredder and he felt the bile rise in his gut. Either he had eaten something that really didn't agree with him, his own cooking perhaps, or there was something really strange going on.
"Bella," he grabbed her arm at the fridge, "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
Bella sniffed the contents of a container of takeout and her nose wrinkled, "you haven't been eating out of the refrigerator again, have you?" then she grabbed his chin and turned his face away from her, "if you chuck, don't chuck it on me, Frozen."
"That's not what I mean," he told her. He knew that she would understand, if not immediately, then soon. She always understood.
"I thought they took away your psychic hotline?" she still seemed slightly skeptical. He bristled, and then she softened, "let's go for a walk."
"But SHIELD-?" he asked as she led him outside. Captain Steve Rodgers stood by the door and Bella grinned at him.
"O'Patriot," she said to Steve, "we're going for some pizza."
"There has to be at least two SHIELD agents-," Steve started, "and haven't the travel privileges been revoked?"
"Enough with the semantic hair-splitting, Stevie."
Steve shrugged, "I can't let you go," he insisted, "Fury will give me a lead enema if I let you two out of my sight."
Loki sighed, "then come with us."
"So, you think Ragnarok's about to happen?" Bella asked him, and he nodded. Steve looked at them over the pizza pie and arched an eyebrow.
"I believe so," he told her.
"You're talking about the end of the world," Steve noted.
"The end of all worlds, "Loki corrected him, "the war to end all wars. All will die."
"Ay Carumba," Bella sighed, "okay, what are we gonna do about it?"
"Fate is fate," Loki shrunk down even further, "It has been written for generations. Perhaps it would have been better if . . ."
"Back to the Hitler conundrum," Bella rolled her eyes, "give it up, Loki. What's done is done, build a bridge and get over it."
Loki's face hardened, but he said nothing. She was right, which meant he was wrong.
"We should inform Fury," Steve told them, "if something really is going to happen, we have to set up a defensive perimeter."
Bella raised her hand to her ear, "'hey, Boss, It's Bella here. Loki's gut's churning and I think that the Frost Giants are about to destroy the universe in Ragnarok'. Are you insane, Steve?"
"I said it first and I don't even believe it," Loki replied, "and besides, how are you to defend against an army coming at you from all directions?"
Bella sighed, "I guess there are twinks on every planet," she leaned back for a moment, "You're a twink, Thor's a twink. . . but what's with all the twink bosses?"
"What, per say, is a 'twink'?" Loki asked her, an eyebrow raised.
"I was going to ask the same thing," Steve admitted.
"Come on, we had better go." Loki shoved the rest of the pizza into his mouth and followed Bella out of the pizzeria. Steve was behind him, making sure he didn't rabbit. It was protocol.