The next day they were famished because they didn't eat anything the night before.
Over the breakfast they talked about their live in New York, well, Len did the talking.
"Here there is a lot of people I hope you aren't easily overhelmed"
She finished her monologue about New York.
"Moving on a more important topic is the thing we have to do"
Loki didn't like how it sounded.
She took out a piece of paper and a pen and started writing the things she was saying
"First, we have to go shopping for clothes for you"
Loki was able to avoid to go shopping because with the clothes she had bought he had been able to manage. There was nobody living near them and he could wear one outfit while the other one was being washed and then the other way around but now in the city he could not only have two outfits. People paid a lot of attention to the clothes.
When he heard it he could not hide totally his grimace. After his experiences in the supermarket he didn't want to think how buying clothes would be.
"Then I have to show you around the city so you don't get lost"
"We have to shop for groceries"
She went on and on listing things but Loki had already tuned her out.
He snapped out of his trance when she snapped her fingers between his eyes
"First of all let me show the house"
Her attic had four dormitories, a music room, a living room and a kitchen, two bathrooms, a huge library, an office and a game room.
Loki was relieved when Len proclaimed that their first day had to be relaxing and asked him what he wanted to do.
They decided to watch a film.
"Go sit on the sofa, I'll be there in short"
Loki did what he was told but rushed to where she was when he heard a pop sound that was followed by many others.
Loki found Len in front the strange machine that she had called microwave when he had asked shortly after she had brought him to her house, he had seen her putting some food in it and his curiosity had been picked.
"We cannot see a movie without popcorn" exclaimed Len under the quizzical look that Loki was giving her.
"What is this po.. whatever?"
"It doesn't matter what it is. What matters is how it tastes." Len declared smiling.
The soft cling was heard signaling that the programmed time had passed. The cling that always made Loki jump, even if he was far from the microwave.
Under the watchful eye of Loki, she ripped the paper bag open and poured the contents into a plastic bowl.
They sat in front the TV and Len hit the play button.
Loki's eyes were fixed on Len observing her eating the popcorn.
"Do you want some?"
Loki looked into the bowl trying to judge if it was edible or not.
"I haven't poisoned it"
Loki grabbed a small handful of it and examined it thoroughly. Finally he tried it. He automatically fell in love with it. It must have showed in his face because Len who had been looking at him commented.
"It is good, isn't it?"
She had seen the change in his expression from distrusting to pure happiness.
"Delicious" escaped from his lips. He didn't want to say it but he had like it so much that it just slipped out from his lips
They continued watching the movie and one movie followed the other and ended up spending all the morning watching movies.
Loki had been a little bit upset when the popcorn had been finished but Len promised that the next time they watched a movie she would make some more.
During the beginning of the third movie Len had fallen asleep on Loki's shoulder and during the ending of the same Loki was so uncomfortable that the moved softly trying not to wake her up and her infamous temper. Finally he settled in a lying position with Len lying half on top of him with her head on his shoulder. His head was resting on the armrest so he could see the movie.
Loki was at first a bit uncomfortable with her proximity but he ended up liking her warmth more than he should have.
Five minutes later after the end of the last film Len woke up.
She rose a bit her head and her eyes looked into Loki's ones. They seemed to be lost in each other's eyes. Trying to discover what they were hiding.
Loki's green eyes shone in the dim light of the room. She could see so many emotions but name none. His eyes were so guarded. He had built a strong wall that didn't let anything that he didn't want be seen. She was sure that such strong wall had to have been built since his childhood.
She felt a strong desire to know the cause of it.
Len's eyes also shone in the dark room. Loki could not see through them, the mysteries they were hiding, the emotions, and the stories.
Loki had been able to read everyone he had met. This way he had been able to manipulate them telling them what they wanted.
But he could not read her and he felt the impulse to decipher her, the first person who represented a challenge to him.
But the moment was broken when her phone rang. They broke their eye contact and Len blushed a little bit.
She sat up not realizing that she was straddling him. Loki could not be more uncomfortable.
"Hi?"
"Oh, hi"
"Yes fine, and yours?"
"Here watching some films, and you?"
Loki was trying to discover who she was talking to but seeing he wasn't getting nearer to know it he didn't resist the temptation to ask her who was he or she.
She mouthed back, Mark
Then she realized the position they were in. She rose up so fast that she almost fell. She was beet red. Loki laughed silently at her embarrassment and clumsiness.
Len had walked behind the sofa and hit him softly.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, don't worry, what were you saying about that pilot?"
"Oh how bad"
The conversation went on and on. After a while trying to guess what Mark was saying, Loki stood up and started looking around the kitchen to find more of that delicious popcorn.
He stopped his search when he heard something that caught his attention.
"Tomorrow, you want to meet up tomorrow"
"Well, I don't have time tomorrow, I've just arrived"
"Yea, I've spent the day relaxing but it have been such a long trip. Could it be the day after tomorrow?"
"Perfect. You'll come here to pick me up at six, ok"
"ok, bye. Love you too."
She hanged up and turned around to see Loki watching her with his hands still inside the cabinet
"Looking for something?"
Loki turned red as a kid trying to get the cookie jar.
"You cannot just eat popcorn" said Len laughing.
"I know that" replied Loki indignantly
"C'mon help me to cook"
Loki turned his head quickly to look at her. In all the time they had spent together she had never asked him to help her in anything except for the groceries.
"You are living here for free the least you can do is to help me"
She decided to cook some steaks with fried potatoes. It was very funny the death glare that Loki gave her when she told him to peel the potatoes. At the end she made him do it grudgingly.
They sat on the table.
"See it hasn't been so bad peeling potatoes has it?"
The look that Loki gave her was enough to answer her.
"So tell me about your life, Loki"
"There is nothing of special importance"
"Oh, c'mon, I don't know anything about you. What did you like to do when you were young?"
"Reading" and practicing magic he thought.
"Oh I also love reading you've seen my libraries. I've collected those books over the years."
"Did you like to do anything else apart of reading?" asked Loki trying to move the conversation to something unrelated to him but he didn't seem to have such luck.
"Horse riding, have you ever tried it?" Her eyes shone with an amused glint as if she already knew the answer.
"Back home it was also one of my favorites past times." He internally chided himself for calling Asgard home. It had never been his home. People looked at him with distaste and mistrust. The only people he could trust were his family which at the end he discovered they had lied to him. He didn't have friends of his own. The people who he called friends were actually Thor friends and tolerated him because he was his brother.
They exchanged their horse riding anecdotes. Loki told her about one time he and Thor had been racing and how Thor ended up in the river.
"Thor is your brother?"
"Y-No" Loki corrected himself. He could not call Thor his brother anymore. He moved the focus of the conversation on her asking her
"Did you have any sibling?"
"Well, you can say that I had two sisters"
They didn't press the other for more information and moved to safer topics.
They continued talking about their favorite past times.
"Well, I don't know you but I have a carving for some cake"
They went to the kitchen to prepare their dessert.