You're not in Asgard anymore…

Ch4

LPOV

I settled against the cushions as I lay down staring up towards the ceiling replaying the conversation over and over in my head. What an annoying girl she is; and that dog I scoffed at the thought, no matter I'll soon leave this retched planet and be back in Asgard. With that thought in mind I left myself drift off to sleep

I slowly awoke to the sound of movement going on around me, without moving an inch I opened my eyes to find my host scurrying about in; what I suspect to be, the kitchen. She was wearing a blue oversized top that reached her mid-thigh while her shoulder was peeping out; as I kept staring I saw how she really looked like.

She has smooth olive skin and thick dark hair piled high on her head, she also has large almond shaped brown eyes framed with thick black lashes, and to complete it all two full rosy lips. Still in a daze with her surprising beauty I jumped when I felt a cold wet nose rub against my cheek.

"Ah, your awake" looking over I see her setting two steaming plates with food on the table. "I made you something, if you're hungry." I stand up and walk over to the chair across from her; she's already sitting down and gestures for me to do the same, reluctantly I do.

The food appeared to be 2 strips of meat, 2 large white/yellow ovals and 2 toasted slices of bread my drink looked to be milky in contrast but the color was orange. Tentatively I copy her movements and grab the utensil; grab a chunk of the white/yellow sustenance and taste it. To say the least it was delicious and tasted similar like the food on Asgard. After we finished she took my now empty plate and hers over to a metallic looking hole on the counter that (through a tube) released water with two levers, she turned around a stood there leaning against the counter and just stared at me I returned the stare with the same intensity, "what?" she shrugged and pushed herself off the counter "nothing" I inwardly growled, the nerve! This girl does not know who she's playing with I quietly followed her to the living room and leaned against the wall behind me still watching her movements. Her eyes softened with pure affection for "dog" she was stroking its neck and scratching him from behind his ears, and he was just soaking it all up while his tongue was dangling off one side in pure utter bliss, it was making me sick. I can't believe I'm feeling envious over a slobbering ball of fur, "excuse me, when you're done catching pests of that animal of yours; what am I going to do here considering I won't be going home anytime soon." She turned over and gave me a small pout (with those accursed lips) "he does not have fleas nor ticks my good sir! I know I make sure of it" I clenched my jaw "and I do have something planned for you today but first we need to find you something else to wear" with that she gave me a mischievous grin.

SPOV I giggled to myself as I saw the confused look in his eyes, I got up and motioned him to follow me towards my bedroom he agreed after a few grumbles along the way. I went to my closet and towards the very back I reached down for the target, a box; once I got a hold of it I pulled it towards me; to my surprise it was heavier than I expected, while I struggled to break free I gave a small squeak of surprise when I felt two very large very warm hands grip my waist and gently pulled me out of the closet. Once I was out; box at hand, I glanced down to see that his hands were still wrapped around me not that I was complaining…

"Um, thank you" he seemed to remember what he was holding and swiftly let go, what a shame. He moved aside as I walked over to put the box on top of my bed, I grabbed the box knife and swiftly cut it; inside were all my brothers old t-shirts and jeans id keep (just in case he would visit me) I rummaged through the items and found a decent looking black tee and a not so washed out pair of jeans, I turned over to him and pushed the clothing into his arms; he raised his eyebrow in question. "Change into this, it may be a little loose on you but it's better than going out in that" I said gesturing to his attire. He grimaced but said nothing; I lead him to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

Since he was changing I might as well do the same. I went over to my closet and took out some loose fitted shorts and my favorite band tee-shirt (Five finger death punch) with a pair of black converse to finish it off. I looked in the mirror and decided for a simple loose side braid.

I looked behind me to find him emerging from the bathroom, and in all honesty I felt as though my breath left me. The jeans fit him perfectly and the t-shirt was loose but he still managed to fill it out perfectly. While still in a loss for words I managed to say, "Um, how does it feel?" he looked down and pulled at the material "It will suffice" I smiled in spite of myself and grabbed my bag, "Good, now that you're ready we can leave." His face immediately went still "what?" I was busy tying Toms leash on but still answered nonetheless "well, we do have to get you something that actually fits you right?" his eyes were still wide with disbelief "And I'm not leaving you here by yourself doing god knows what when I'm gone" a low grumble rumbled in his chest; I tried to not be so affected by the sound but I failed miserably damn. "I'll take that as an agreement, now if you please" I opened the door and waited patiently for him to step out. After I locked up I couldn't help but have a little skip in my step by how accomplished I felt.

Time to show him "my" world."

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