Okay I just wanted to get this chapter out _ I want to stop thinking about this one . . . the results of a slowly dying imagination TT_TT anyways, I'll be on a lot more soon because finals are coming up and I'll have a lot of time to go to internet places . . . yeah . . . hobo bags are pretty cool xD I hope you enjoy this abomination
You were excited but nervous to be going home. Loki invaded your every thought. You wondered what he's done to your home in the past five months, or if he even went to your home at all. You surprisingly wanted to see him again, badly. When Tony called you that morning you felt like you were going to explode. You couldn't wait.
An hour or so later you were at your front door, almost dying of the queasy feeling of nervousness mixing in with excitement. Holding your breath, and the pile of paper Tony gave you, you reached for the doorknob. You tried to open the door, but it was locked. You jiggled the knob violently, pushing your body weight into the door. A few minutes later, you were slamming against the door. "May I help you?" Said a familiar voice from behind you, you could practically hear the mocking smirk in his voice.
You turned, "Hello Loki," you said, not sure if you should smile or glare at him so you sort of just stared at him blankly, "mind letting me into my house?"
His smirk faded slightly, but returned to its brilliance as he reached past you, pulling out your house key and unlocking the door. "I thought you had died, that would've ruined all of my plans, but then again, I could easily work around my original plan. Either way I will get what I want."
"Yes sure," you walk in, placing the papers on the table that you normally placed your various items.
"Are you saying that I will be unsuccessful?" Loki said, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
"I have my doubts," you said, looking down at the paper that was on the top pile, iHe still wants that damn cat?/i
Loki walked past you, heading into the living room. You headed up to your bedroom, in desperate need to take a shower.
After you finished showering you towel dried your hair, then exited the bathroom wrapped in your towel. This brought back the memories of the night you first met Loki, which led to your face to heat up quickly. You shook your head, dismissing the thoughts until a later time. Entering the walk-in closet you haven't been in for months you were surprised; Loki had done the honours of getting you new clothes, most ranging from the colours of black and green. Grumbling you searched through all of the new clothes until you found some clothes. Loki must have heard you shifting through your closet, for he was there with you in moments, searching through your clothes. "Why did you get me new clothes?" you growled, annoyed that you couldn't find anything fitting for going out to begin the long list of things to get for Tony.
"I found your old garments quite unfitting," he said, pausing to look at some piece of clothing, "So I got you something I found more, likable." He pulled out a hanger with a long halter dress draping from it. "You shall wear this today."
He placed the dress in your arms before leaving the room.
You sighed, looking at the dark forest green dress with gold threaded hems. A moment later you were staring at yourself self-consciously in a mirror. You thought the dress made your chest look flat, and the fact that everyone would be able to see your back made you feel like you were being to revealing. Nonetheless you wore the dress, only to make Loki not get mad at you. Downstairs you were about to slip on a pair of simple black flats when he stopped you. "Those shoes don't look good with that dress," he said heading to the coat closet, "I do believe that these would go with it a lot better," he held out a pair of sandal wedges, the straps were a gold with green jewels near the toes.
"Are you trying to kill me?" you asked glaring at the shoes.
"No, I just want you to look good for me," He said handing you the shoes and going back into the closet again, "and you will use this to carry your things. I expect you to keep checking your messaging device so that I can ask you to get some things for me," he held out a straw hobo bag that was beige, green, and a little black on the straps.
You sighed taking the bag, not even bothering to ask how he plans on messaging you. He pushed you out the door, closing and locking it as soon as you were out.