It was about 11 when I got back to our rooms. I went to my bedroom and sat at the small desk in the corner to start planning how to make Loki speak to me. After a few moments, I decided the almost complete lack of noise was unsettling and I grabbed my iPod. I hit shuffle and turned the volume all the way up; as long as there was no one around I was going to play my music as loud as I wanted.
Unfortunately, plotting with music in the background quickly turned into me belting out my favorite songs and dancing around my room. Oh well, I needed the stress relief.
In the middle of Journey's "Don't Stop Believing," I turned and noticed a certain god of mischief standing in my doorway with a rather irritated look on his face. "Oh, Loki, you're back," I said as I scrambled to turn off my music. I looked at the clock. Noon. About time to eat. A plan sparked in my head. "I'll make something for lunch." Loki walked away and I smirked. He would talk to me soon.
Looking through the cupboards, I settled on making spaghetti; it's easy and everyone likes it. Loki would have to like whatever I made for my plan to work. I turned on the stove and filled a pot with water and just a pinch of salt. After reading the serving size on the pasta box, I decided to just make it all. There was plenty of space in the fridge for leftovers. I dumped the pasta into the boiling water and got the spaghetti sauce, which I poured into a smaller pot to start heating. Thinking for just a moment, I decided to make some garlic bread; I sliced a baguette in half like a hotdog bun and covered it in butter and seasonings before putting it in the oven. The sauce was beginning to fill the room with a rich, delicious aroma, and soon the garlic bread would add to the irresistible smell. Perfect. I got out two plates and sets of silverware, filled two glasses with water, and set the small table. The garlic bread smelled done. I took it out of the oven and set the pan on an extra oven mitt to cool off. The timer for the spaghetti rung loudly, and I pulled out a noodle to check. Yep, they're ready. I drained the water and started scooping the pasta onto the plates. I poured hot spaghetti sauce over both plates and grabbed some parmesan from the fridge to sprinkle on top. Last but not least, I cut the garlic bread into slices and put two on each plate.
"Loki, the food's ready," I called. He emerged from his room and slowly moved toward the table to sit. I left the plates on the counter and put myself in between them and Loki. He gave me a slightly annoyed look and I began to explain, "So, I was getting sick of you moping about and not speaking, and I decided to take matters into my own hands. From now on, you have to tell me something about yourself before you can eat anything I've made." He looked past me to the plates of spaghetti and then over to the cupboards. "Yes, you could get something for yourself, but that'd take time. And doesn't this smell so good?" Loki glared at me. My plan was working. I grabbed an extra piece of garlic bread and continued. "Besides," I took a bite, "This food not only smells delicious, but tastes delicious, too." Loki looked furious. I finished the bread and turned around to pick up the plates. "I guess it's your decision, but I know what I'd pick." I walked to the table, stopping just out of Loki's reach. "So, what's it going to be?"
Loki glowered at me for a few minutes before finally opening his mouth.
"I despise being outsmarted," he spat out. Success.
"I'll count that, but only because this is your first time." I put his plate in front of him and sat down on my side of the table. I waited for him to take a bite and then asked smugly, "Was it worth it?"
If looks could kill I'd be dead.
Author's Note:
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