I'm sorry this is a horrible chapter TT_TT I failed to capture Loki's Lokiness :/ am now suffering extreme writer's block although I refuse to stop writing x_x I should start drawing now |x

I wish I had a cake like that ._.

You awoke with a startle on you soft and comfortable bed, unaware of how you managed to get there. You sat up, a pain throbbing in the depths of your skull. Throwing off your covers you realized you were still wearing the clothes from earlier. Your digital clock on your end table read 10:23pm in its glow. Looking around you noticed nothing really changed in the hours you had been asleep. You quickly got to your feet, tired of your headache and desperate to get those nightmares out of your mind, and headed to your bathroom where you grabbed a bottle of Advil, taking it with you as you went downstairs to your kitchen. Halfway down the stairs you slowed, hearing noises from the T.V. in your living room. You don't recall leaving it on, so it was a little odd. Setting the bottle of Advil on the bottom step as quietly as you could you stepped lightly towards the living room.
To your surprise was the so-called god of mischief sitting on your couch, surfing through the channels on your T.V. and eating your cake. YOUR cake. You walked up behind him, crossing your arms and readying your pout look before you brought his attention to you. "Y'know I iwas/i planning on eating that."
He turned his head, smirking at you, "You seemed a little busy so I decided to help myself."
You shook your head, wondering how he got into your house, but then you remember you left the door unlock, again. "You humans are quite entertaining, especially on this viewing screen," he said, flicking from one channel to another.
You shook your head and went back to grab the bottle of Advil, then went to the kitchen to find that only your stool remained in the spot you left it, although you were pretty sure you fell and took the plates with you. Opening the cupboard you found that you hadn't made the plates fall at all, and that they were perfectly fine. You pursed your lips at this, had you been hallucinating? It seemed almost impossible that you were just imagining the plates crashing around you; it seemed so real, so vivid, but then again, that entire dream was vivid and real. You took a glass cup from the cupboard and filled it with cool water, and then you placed a pill on the tip of your tongue and took a big swig of the water to swallow it all down. "I did leave you a piece of that cake in the fridge, encase you were wondering," Loki said, walking into the kitchen with a plate full of crumbs.
"How kind of you," you said sarcastically, opening the fridge to find said cake.
"At least I cleaned up your mess."
"What mess?" you asked, emerging from the fridge with the piece of cake.
"That blood of yours, it was pooling all around you. I could've left it but, I decided to sympathize for you and your state."
Loki walked out of the room after placing his plate on the counter. You took a fork and walked out to the living room to eat your cake, confused over the whole blood thing. You definitely don't recall any blood, and if there was blood would you be covered in it? Or had Loki done the honours of cleaning you up too? You twitched in annoyance at the last thought. If he had you were certain that you were either going to punch him, or something else that was convenient enough. "So I'm going to take a wild guess as say that you came through the front door which I left unlocked, even though I knew I should've locked it?"
He nodded slightly, continuing to surf the channels.

After you had finished your cake and returned the plate to the kitchen you decided to question the god. "How are you a god? You seem a little to, hmmm . . . wimpy."
You could instantly tell that he was annoyed, he practically radiated anger, although he did refuse to answer your question, probably a sign that he was trying to keep his temper stable to a certain degree. "Fine then," you said with a huff, "why are you here?"
"Because I plan to take over this puny world," he said tiredly, as if he discussed this one too many times.
"What about me? Why are you here with me? Why do you always come to me?" The questions flew out of your mouth before you realized what you were asking.
"You're important to my plan, which is why I am here; to make sure you don't die before you're ready to learn of my plan. And the third question, well, you just learnt why."
"How am I important to your plans?" You were interested, had it something to do with those experiments preformed on you earlier? Or did he just need you to be an icon for human slavery?
"Have you no idea what those scientists did to you before they killed themselves?"
You stared at Loki blankly, you did know they did something to you, but you weren't sure what they did to you. The T.V. blinked off as Loki stood, glancing at you before heading towards the front door. You followed, stopping at the door and watched as he walked out. He turned just before he stepped off of the patio, "You will find out."
He smirked almost demonically before turning and leaving. You leaned against the door frame, iSome god./i