LokiXReader University Life 2, Part 3, an Old Friend

Notice: Extremely short chapter. This chapter, it is required you have read the first University Life Series.

Loki barges out through the bedroom door to you. "What!" He yells, practically running over the box. You stare down at a small white kitten, mixed with all the grey ones. It is much smaller than the rest, and is trying to get to Lucy. "Well than." Loki begins, "Are you finished yet?" He asks, and pets Lucy's head. "Why is it so small?" You ask. "It is the runt of the liter," Loki says, scooping up the kitten that is smaller than the palm of his hand, "She will need to be fed separately, or else she will die." "So, now we know that the father has white fur?" You ask, gently petting the kittens head. "Well, not exactly. It could just be a genetic error." He says, setting the kitten back into the box. "I'm guessing I'M the one who has to go to the grocery store to buy the kitten things." You say, rolling your eyes. "I actually must stay, darling." Loki says, placing a peck on your cheek. "Just in case the father comes back, and decides the kittens will make a nice meal." He says, and you look up at him. "Ugh, what do you need." You say, fake smiling. "Condensed milk, plain yogurt, and eggs." He says, staring into the box. "Yogurt?" You ask, tilting your head. "Trust me on this, darling." Loki says, staring up at you. "Alright." You say, bending down, and hugging your husband. "Drive safely." He whispers in your ear. "I can't possibly drive worse than you." You joke. You leave his grasp, and grab the keys off of the granite counter top, and head out the door.

You make your way out of the dorms, and to the parking lot. You push out of the glass doors to the fresh air and sunlight, and make your way to your car.

15 minutes later you are at the super market, aimlessly walking through the aisles, trying to find condensed milk. You already have yogurt, and eggs, and groan at the canned goods section not finding any damn condensed milk! You fondle the yogurt and eggs into your other arm, since all the carts were taken, and walk up to one of the cashiers with no one in their line. "Hello, do you know where I could find condensed milk?" You ask, to the women who is facing the other direction. You stare at the back of her head, her bright red hair fastened in a ponytail. "Hello?" You ask again. The head turns to reveal the most familiar face you have ever seen. You drop the yogurt and eggs to the ground to see that fierce pair of eyes staring straight at you. Colleen Johns, 1990-2012. Her face had a scar across her right cheek. "YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" You yell. "You were supposed to stay away from a certain... someone." She says, curling her lips into a smile. "B-but I got the execution papers, a-and there was an article." You manage to get out. "Why does it matter? I'm here now, and its time for you... (Y/n) (L/n) to sign some divorce papers." She says, and you black out.