Episode #15 – Moving (In With My Mom)

Loki had burned down our apartment. Not only that, but all the stuff it contained. So it was just me, him, and my car. That was all. I didn't even think of Jenko until we had been standing there for a while.

"Wait a minute Loki, was Jenko in the apartment?! Did he get out?!" I said, my hands coming up to my mouth.

"Do not worry; it lives," said Loki. "It ran into the forest." I let my hands fall to my sides.

"He ran away?"

"Yes," Loki replied. I gave a frustrated sigh.

"Figures. Okay, well there's no use standing here." I began walking to the car and sat in the driver's seat. Loki got in and sat next to me.

"Where are we going?" he asked. I looked at him harshly.

"I don't know, Loki! I don't know. …You burned down our home. We lived there. Everything is gone now." Loki looked down, ashamed of himself.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just wanted to make you a pie."

"Well thanks for the thought," I said. We sat there for a few minutes until Loki turned on the radio. "We Built This City" came on. Loki, trying to make me not be mad at him anymore, started singing along.

"We built this city on rocks and soil!" he sang. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Loki, those aren't the words," I said. He gave me a puzzled look.

"What do you mean? Cities are built on rocks and soil, are they not?"

"It's rock and roll. 'We built this city on rock and roll.'"

"What is a roll? And how would one build a city upon it?"

"It's a type of music. Rock and roll, it's the music style." I smirked and Loki crossed his arms.

"I think you're on the brink of insanity. You cannot build a city on music."I laughed, and decided it was best to let him sing the song the way he wanted to sing it. I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving down the road.

"Do you know where we are going now?" asked Loki.

"We have no other options, so…we're going to my mother's house." I said the last part with a painful tone in my voice. My mom wasn't bad, but she had this rule called, "If you're in my house, you're five years old." She didn't say that, but I lived my whole life with my mom treating me like I was a child. But it wasn't just me; she treated everyone like that. If anyone stayed the night—anyone—their bedtime was strictly 8:00 p.m., just like the rest of us. A lot of times it wasn't even dark yet. My friends never wanted to sleep over.

Another thing was, when you went to the bathroom you had to notify her if it was #1 or #2, because if it was #2 she just had to spray febreeze after and remind you to "wipe your little tushie". I swear to God. Needless to say, I didn't want to take Loki there. But we had no other choice, and I knew my mom would be thrilled to have us. She'd probably have Loki a sweater knitted within our first ten minutes of being there.

"Hey Loki…I just want to warn you about my mom….she's going to baby the heck out of you." Loki didn't say anything; he just looked uncomfortable. "Just don't threaten her, okay?"

"You have my word," he said.

When we arrived at my mom's house, I rang the doorbell and told Loki to stand up straight. My mom opened the door and almost exploded. She had a full-out cow.

"AMELIA MY BABY, I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME! THIS MAKES MY ENTIRE DAY, MY LORD! AND WHO'S YOU'RE HANDSOME FRIEND?"

"Hi mom," I said with a smile, returning her hug. Even thought she was a pain, she was still my mom and I loved her all the same. "This is Loki. He's my boyfriend."

"OH! What a cutie!" She wrapped him in a big bear hug and Loki squeaked a little. "Well come on in; I have fruit snacks!" I entered the house and Mom gestured Loki through the door.

"You know what honey; I'm gonna knit you a sweater. What's your favorite color?" I rolled my eyes, and Loki answered:

"Green." Aw. He was going to let my mom knit him a sweater. She turned to me and winked.

"He's a keeper," she said. She went into the kitchen and came back with two packages of Scooby-Doo fruit snacks. "Enjoy! But eat one at a time so you don't choke." Loki did as he was told, but I took a handful and threw them into my mouth.

"Amelia!" scolded my mom. I smirked. "So what brings you here, sweetie?" she said, sitting on a white couch. Loki and I sat on the one across from her. My mom had decorated her house with white and light blue, doilies and crocheted blankets everywhere.

"Um…our apartment kind of burned down," I said. My mom's hand came up to her mouth.

"Oh my lord, what happened?"

"I exploded it," said Loki, causing a silence. A horrified expression started to form on my mom's face, so Loki added, "on accident." She paused for a moment.

"Okay, well let's get you two situated; you can stay as long as you want." My mom would have us stay there forever if she could.

That night was filled with pie (real pie; Loki was very impressed) and a four-hour marathon of Shirley Temple. Come 7:30, she was lecturing us on brushing our teeth and showering before going to sleep at eight o'clock sharp in not only separate beds, but separate guest rooms.

As ridiculous as it was; we did what we were told, and shook hands before we went to bed, per my mom's orders. I was rather surprised; Loki had never behaved like this before. I felt kind of bad; I figured he was acting this way because he was sorry for burning down our apartment. But as fate would have it; his good behavior didn't last for long.

In the middle of the night I heard a loud CRASH! coming from the dining room. My mom and I rushed in, her hair in curlers and my hair a mess, to find all of her expensive China that my grandmother had given to her strewn all over the floor in broken shards. Loki looked at us wide-eyed, something small and brown in his hand. My mom screamed.

"My China!" I gave Loki the death glare. That China was very important to my mom. She wouldn't even let me near it when I was a kid. He smiled weakly.

"Ladies…I can explain. There was a small rodent behind this marvelous glass case. Loki held up the small brown thing. It was a mouse. My mom screamed again, and this time fainted.

"Loki, what have you done?!"

"I don't know about you, but I don't think I would be alright with rodents running about my abode. I was trying to help. Then the decorative dishes fell." I put my face in my hands.

After my mom woke up, she kicked us out. I didn't think she would, but…I guess that China was worth more than I thought. So out we were again, on the porch. And this time it was raining.

"…Amelia, maybe I should just go back to Asgard," said Loki.

"What? Loki, no! Why would you say that?"

"I just seem to always get you in trouble; I cannot do anything in the proper manner." Loki looked down and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"That's not true," I said. "We'll find someplace."

"I wish we had more of those gelatin 'shots' as you called them," said Loki.

"Yeah, me too."

Eventually we decided to go back to the car. I turned on the radio. "We Built This City" was playing again.

"Wait Amelia," said Loki. "I think I left the rodent inside your mother's home." Just then, we heard a screech. I looked at Loki. He looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh. So was I.

"I think I like her," said Loki.

So...what did you guys think of Amelia's mom? ;) Let me know what you guys want to see; throw me a review!

Thanks for reading!