This was actually happening.
I walked through the door and hit the light switch. Our living area had seemed much larger when I was alone while settling in a few days ago. The open kitchen and living room felt quite claustrophobic with Loki's presence. Thank goodness we had separate bedrooms and bathrooms.
As I moved toward the couch in the living room, I noticed that I could no longer hear Loki's footsteps behind me. I turned and saw that he was still standing awkwardly in the doorway, silently surveying the space with a dismal expression. When he made no sign of moving, I sighed and spoke up.
"Loki, you can come in. You're going to be living here, after all; you should probably get a better look at the place than just staring from the door." He shot me a glare but walked into the kitchen after a few moments, making his was around the island and peeking inside a few cupboards. "So, we have food here, but we can also have someone deliver meals if we don't want to cook." Actually, based on how he was acting so far, it'd be if I didn't want to cook. Loki's moping about made me doubt that he'd do much beside sit around and glare at anything in his sight.
After another awkward silence, I decided to show Loki his bedroom and bathroom. Maybe he'd look around for a while and I could be free of his miserable behavior for a bit. I walked toward his rooms and hoped for the best. "Hey, Loki, your bedroom and bathroom are over here, on the left. Do you want to take a peek? SHIELD's provided some normal clothes for you so you'll blend in more if we have to go somewhere public." Of course his hair would still stick out. Black, shoulder-length, slicked-back hair wasn't exactly a popular look. Hopefully he'd never have to go anywhere. Even if his appearance blended in people would notice his awful attitude and judgmental stares.
Once Loki was in his room I returned to the couch and collapsed onto it. If he kept up this silent and distanced act I would probably go insane. Just a few minutes of it and I was already very frustrated. Maybe I could force him to talk. I started planning questions for Loki that would be most likely to get a response.
Several minutes later Loki emerged and walked toward the center of the room. I jumped on the opportunity to set my plan in action. "Loki, why don't you sit down and we can get to know each other a little?" He sat in the armchair across from the couch and stared at me. "I'll tell you a little about myself and then you can tell me about yourself." He didn't look the least bit interested.
"I guess my life isn't too exciting. I grew up with my mom and dad and a younger sister. I used to take dance lessons and play volleyball, and I did a couple plays in high school. After college I joined SHIELD." He kept staring at me. "Do you want to tell me about your life?"
Loki's expression turned from disinterested to annoyed. I took that as a no. "Okay, well, what do you think of the apartment?"
Still nothing.
"Do you think you'll miss Asgard?"
Angry nothing.
"Are you going to miss your family?"
Loki leapt to his feet and crossed the room in a few quick strides. He pulled me to my feet and held me by my shoulders. Glaring down at me, he began to speak in a quiet voice that was somehow more terrifying than if he had been screaming.
"They are not my family. Never speak of them again." He released his vice-like grip on my shoulders and stalked into his bedroom.
I think I preferred him silent.
Author's Note:
Yay! Chapter three! With some drama...
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