The automatic wakeup call came at six thirty the next morning as per usual and woke you from your slumber. Your crying the night before meant that you were as tired waking as you had been when you went to sleep. Pulling the hair off your face, you dragged yourself into a sitting position and tried to pull yourself together for the day. Slowly, you made your way to your bathroom and felt around for what you needed. As you brushed your teeth, then tried to sort your hair, you felt yourself getting upset. You knew there was a mirror in front of you, but you had no idea what you looked like in it. In the six months since the day in the lab, you had not cut your hair, all you had done every day was tied it back. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you prayed it was not too obvious you had been crying, but it was not like you could tell, so you had to hope there was no one in the common area when you got there so that none would seen you. Slowly, you got dressed, paying attention to ensure every button and zip was aligned carefully so to not embarrass yourself.
With a hand on the wall, you made your way to the elevator. You wondered if Thor had mentioned to Stark about having the lift altered. When it opened again, you felt for the Braille and sure enough, it stated you were in the right place. Slowly making your way to the kitchen area, you felt your way around, using your hands to assist in not colliding with anything, as well as gently gliding your fingers over the Braille that told you what press you were standing in front of and retrieved a cup and poured some coffee before shoving a piece of fruit into your pocket. You had planned on eating in the common area, but decided against it in the end and made your way back to the elevator, saying nothing as you left, just trying to pay heed to where you were going.
Loki had watched in silence as you entered the room and gotten what you had needed before you had left again. He did not move in the entire time you were there, instead choosing not to make his presence known. Looking at you as you made the coffee and took the food; he thought that even for Midgardian's; such a meal was not a very substantial meal. He walked over to the area you had been in and pressed his fingers to where you had done so. He felt the raised bumps on the wood and wondered as to their significance. There were a few instances of them throughout the Tower that he had noticed before, but he had not thought to enquire of them, until now.
The sound of the elevator arriving to the floor once more caught his attention. This time however, it was Hawkeye and Rogers that disembarked, and both momentarily paused on seeing the fallen prince in the common area. His thoughtful frown immediately rendered into a scowl.
"Why are you up here?" Hawkeye demanded, his stance turning to a defensive one.
"Well Thor does not seem to shut up on this coffee drink of yours; I got a little…curious."
Rogers walked into the kitchen area and to get himself a mug when he noticed Loki had a finger on the Braille markings. "If you mess with a single one of those, there will be hell to pay, Thor's hammer and Stark's propulsion blasters won't be the only weapons you will have to concern yourself with." He promised, his voice level and threatening.
"Why in the realms would I want assist you misfits in repairing your substandard pathetic Midgardian fixtures?" Loki scoffed as he looked between the two men.
Hawkeye had come over to see what Rogers had been referring to, his eyes widened for a moment when he realised it was the Braille that was put there for you. "There's the coffee." He tilted his head to indicate to the coffee machine without taking his eyes off Loki. "Why don't you get a cup of it so and go back to where you are staying." He hissed before he took the mug that Rogers had gotten and filled it before sliding it along the counter to the raven haired prince. "Here."
Loki lip curled as he glares angrily, but not wanting to be forced to the new SHIELD facility where he was quite aware his living standards would take a significant plummet, with immediate effect. He said nothing, took the mug and turned to leave. When he entered the elevator to depart the floor, he heard the archer speak again and rolled his eyes. "Why is Stark even allowing this, I mean, I get the whole 'keep your enemies closer' thing, but I don't think that the person who said that took into account the likes of him when they said it."
Loki wondered if Barton was purposely trying to taunt him into doing something brash to have him forced to remain at the facility, but the foolish agent did not realise he was far too smart to lose his temper over some stupid remarks; also after a millennium of dealing with Thor, he had more patience than the likes of them could ever fathom.
Everyday he was being forced to remain in Midgard was very trying for him, but he knew that however trying he found it, the pathetic Avengers found it even more so, and that was a source of pleasure to him, and kept him motivated not to retaliate to such infantile attempts to rise his anger.
An item of clothing in the corner of the elevator caught his attention, touching it slightly with his foot, the label on the inside of it became visible, it was for a female. Romanov was on some far flung region of the realm on a mission, and both Starks other half and the ex SHIELD agent that now worked with her that he recalled from the time he came to Midgard first were both dealing with the company in a different part of the country, according to Thor at least; so that only left…he contemplated for a moment before lifting the garment and deciding what to do. He recalled Thor telling you the elevator had opened on a floor that was before your own, meaning you resided on a lower floor, but that still left seventy floors, most, if not all of which he was not permitted entry to; and according to Thor, Stark had a soft spot for you, meaning he would wager that meant the genius had placed extra defences on your floor against unwanted entry, seeming as you were unable to defend yourself. So with the jumper in hand, he made his way to his quarters, placing it on a chair as he walked into the room he slept in.
X
You cursed and cursed, and as you felt around, you cursed again. You could not feel the soft material of the jumper anywhere, the accidental misplacing of it was irritating enough in itself, but it was made all the worse knowing that if it was an Avengers that found it first, you would be babied even further, it being implied you could not even care for something as simple as not losing the garment. After finishing the banana and the cup of coffee, you decided to try and seek out the lost jumper. "AI?" you called out, hating having to use it.
"Yes Ma'am?" It responded immediately.
"Is there anyone in the common area at this time?"
"None present there at the moment ma'am." It informed you.
Relieved, you went to the door and down the hallway to the elevator, using your foot to test the route you were sure you had taken for the missing article of clothing as you went. In the elevator you had similar results and when you entered the common area, you stood, awaiting divine inspiration of some kind as to what you should do. The area was vaster and furniture filled for a simple search.
You needed assistance, and it was killing you to admit it. You had the option of getting a stick to aid you walk without colliding with anything, but to acknowledge that you needed it meant accepting you were not as capable as you felt you could be, and that angered you. Perhaps you could get an assistance dog, they are non judgemental and good company, no one could argue that, you just had to research it. Slightly overwhelmed, you decided to do that rather than aimlessly search the floor. It would be easier to state you had thrown it somewhere in the room in frustration than to explain why you were on your hands and knees pathetically trying to find it, so cautiously, you made your way to the lounge area, took out the tablet that was left in the drawer of a coffee table there, and spoke to it so to have it research what you wanted and relay the responses to you as Tony had programmed it to.
X
Loki walked out of the elevator, coffee mug in hand. Contrary to Thor's raving recommendations, he found the liquid too bitter for his tastes. The sound of a computerised voice startled him slightly when he came into the area and, upon looking around and finding you sitting on the sofa, he simply stopped and stared.
When the information you sought ceased being relayed to you, you faced the direction of the elevator, having not heard the person who had exited it moved elsewhere to the room. "Sorry, I'm finished now." You rose to your feet, expecting the other individual to either respond or continuing walking again, when they did neither, you paused. "Oh, you." You realised who it was, so you slowly made your way o the elevator so to leave the room. As you got close enough to smell the mixture of leather, metal and almost cinnamon essence of his clothes, you realised he still had not moved. "Do you make habit of standing and staring at people in general, or is it just me since you think I won't notice you?" You hoped you were facing him in some manner.
"Meaning?" He growled, not liking the tone you were using to speak to him.
"Well you did nothing but stare at me earlier when I came in to get something to eat, and you were doing so right now until I called you up on it, so I am merely enquiring if it is a general habit of yours or one specifically related to me."
Loki looked at you in shock for a moment as he realised you had noticed him there earlier. "I was informed that you are incapable of seeing anything, by both you and Thor."
"Just because I am unable to see you does not mean I am oblivious to my surroundings and those in them." You retorted in annoyance.
"So how did you come to collide with me yesterday if that is the case?" He challenged.
You shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. "I was disorientated, I would have thought that obvious." You could sense him staring at you for a long moment. "Please don't do the waving your hands in front of me to see if I can see you thing, that is just insulting."
"I would not waste my time." Loki dismissed, though truthfully he was concerned how you had realised what he was going to do.
"Yes, well, speaking of wasting time, this pathetic mortal is going to leave you to do whatever now powerless Gods do, forgive me if I don't bow out, I wouldn't want to get a rush of blood to the head and fall over, I hope you can understand." You gave a false smile and turned towards the elevator again.
"You know who I am?" Loki's brows furrowed.
"It's not too hard to guess really, take it as a complement, if even the blind can see who you are; you've achieved some form of notoriety."
Loki looked at you for another moment as you went to press the button to open the lift. "You lost a garment this morning didn't you?" You became stiff and tense, something the astute warrior noted immediately. "I will place it on the seat you were sitting on later in the day." He stated as you got into the lift, not saying anymore as the doors closed.