Hello again! Day 8 became rather long so I decided to split it up in two parts. Here's part one, hope you enjoy ^^

Getting Answers

Eighth day

I decide to make the food for Loki myself today. There are several reasons for that: One, I haven't cooked since I got here and I kind of miss it; two, I'm still kind of sorry for him not getting any food two days ago and three, I wanted him to get something decent to eat, not the dull food he would get otherwise. And some part of me wants to make him appreciate what I'm doing for him; to hear a simple "thank you" from him would make my day.

I have decided that I want to make something really delicious for him, and I'm making it for all of us, too. Because I'm going to make all of us eat together today. We have basically been living together for seven days, and we haven't once eaten together. I'm going to change that.

Anyways, the food for Loki. I'm thinking roasted lamb, potatoes and vegetables; carrots and bobby beans. At least I think that's delicious, but I also happen to love lamb. And my father loves when I make it for him, so now I also have a way to make him eat dinner with all of us.

I found the kitchen yesterday and it has a room next to it, which could work as a dining room. I just have to move a bit of furniture around, but I'm sure some of the others can help me with that.

I think that the best way to convince the others to actually do this is to make the food first and ask after. How are they going to say no to a girl who has just spent two hours making food for them?

I begin working on the food, while thinking about a way to convince them. Well, Steve is a nice guy and he probably doesn't mind family dinners. He did kind of have a problem with my dad though, not that my father isn't guilty but anyways, he might need some convincing. But he did seem to like me, so maybe he'll do it for me. I'd love to hear some stories from him anyways, he has experienced a lot I'd like to hear about; living through the time of World War II, and waking up after so much time in the ice. Besides, he's just a generally nice guy; it's hard to really dislike him.

Thor seems nice too, and polite. I haven't talked too much with him, he does seem a bit… formal, I guess is the right word. So it's hard for me to know how to talk to him, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a "family dinner". Not that we're actually a family, but we might become one.

I've liked Natasha from the beginning, from when I didn't know she was a secret agent. She's really badass. Okay, that's a lie. I wasn't exactly her biggest fan, when my father wanted to hook up with her, not that that was her fault at all. But she's not really a family type of person, then again neither is my father and here I am. Though she might be bored enough to be onboard with it.

Well, Bruce is definitely not the type either, especially because he's not a fan of larger groups. But! My father and him get along really well, so I'm sure my father can convince him to do it. Maybe he likes quiet places more, but come on, it can't be that bad. I can be the calming element of the group; make sure they don't start fighting and all that.

And then there's my father. Well, since he isn't the biggest fan of the Captain or Thor, I'm guessing he's actually going to be hard to convince. Who am I kidding; he'll do everything if I ask him about it, especially if I'm making lamb. So basically I can make this work. No problem.

And now the lamb is in the oven with the potatoes and the carrots, so all I have to do now is wait an hour. Just enough time to talk to the others.

"Hey Dad, hey Bruce," I say while smiling. They both smile back. They're busy working, still trying to find out what Loki's plan is, and just generally working.

"Hey Em'," my father answers. I sit for a while watching them work, before clearing my throat. My father raises a brow at me, "What is it, Em'?"

"I actually came here to ask you guys something," I start out, that got both of their attentions. "I think that we should have a family dinner tonight at 7PM, it would be really nice."

They kind of share a look with each other; I don't know what that's about. Then my dad says, "Sweetie, you know we're not really a family, so we can't have a family dinner. And I don't really think that's a good idea."

I sigh mentally and roll my eyes. Enough with the babying. "Dad. It's just called that. Besides," I hurriedly continue, when he looks like he's about to argue again, "we have lived here together for a week, seven days, and you work together and tease each other. So, it's not like we're that far from being one."

He just sighs. But I don't let that bother me, instead I continue, "I'm making roasted lamb with potatoes, just the way you like it, Dad, and I have already begun to cook it. You won't get any, if you don't agree." I cross my arms.

My father begins to pout; he knows I always fall for that. But not this time! "But, honey, we can just eat together the two of us."

I shake my head. "Nope, not gonna happen, Dad." He sighs and I know I've won, so I turn my attention to Bruce. He's suddenly becoming nervous, looking at my father for support, but he's just shrugging like you're on your own.

"So, are you coming, Bruce? I promise it's going to be really delicious," I smile.

"Fine, I'll be there," he sighs defeated.

"Thanks, see you there," and with that I leave to find Steve. He's probably with Thor. They said something about working out.

Wow, okay, neither of them are my type, but any girl, or guy, would love this sight. They're boxing, one of them holding the punching bag and the other punching it. They're also both shirtless. My eyes widen, this is really a sight for gods. Well, at least these two seem to get along, so it should be possible. Finally they notice me.

"Hey, Miss… Emma!" Steve pants slightly, almost forgetting to call me Emma instead of Miss Stark.

I smile to him, "Hi, Steve and Thor. Are you busy? Should I come back another time?" It doesn't hurt to be polite.

"No, not at all. We're never too busy to talk to beautiful women, are we Steve?" Thor almost shouts.

Steve blushes, "Uh… No, I guess not."

I smile at them. "Good, 'cause I wanted to ask you something. Do you want to have dinner with me and the others tonight at 7PM? I've cooked and everything."

Steve looks hesitant, but Thor immediately answers, "Of course, how could we say no? When you have gone through all that trouble." It's almost too much, not that I wanted them to say no, but come on, he doesn't have to say it like that. Like he has to do everything I say. But I smile anyway, a yes is a yes.

"Are the others coming?" Steve asks, and I'm guessing that what he really wants to know is if my father is coming. They haven't exactly gotten along up till now.

"Well, I haven't asked Nat yet, but Bruce and my father is coming. I know my father is a mouthful, but when you get to know him, he's not that bad."

He quickly answers, "That's not what I meant. Umm… I'll come, a dinner for all of us might be what we need."

I quirk my brow at him. "Of course it was, and it's completely fine. No worries, I know how he is. I'm just saying, give him a chance and when he stops being an ass, he's actually a really nice guy. And I'm not saying that, 'cause he's my father." I smile at him, and wait for him to hesitantly smile back, before I say, "But you're both in, nice. See you there then!"

"Yes, we will see you there," Thor booms after me.

So now I only need to talk to Nat, and she might be the hardest one, I honestly can't tell.

It's taking me a while to find Natasha, basically because I have no idea where she might be. But finally I run into her. And it's about time, because now I only have fifteen minutes left, before I have to take the food out of the oven.

"Hey, Nat."

"Yeah?" Well no one said she was easy to talk to.

"If I told you that I was going to kind of host a dinner with my father, Bruce, Steve, Thor and hopefully you, what would you say?" I ask, hoping she'll answer something along with "I'd love to" or "When is it?", but not really counting on it.

"That's not going to work," she answers incredulously.

"What? Why not?" I almost don't catch the whining in my voice.

"Simply, because these people are incapable of working together and they probably wouldn't want anything to do with it." Again she answers completely honest.

"Okay then, what if I told you I've already asked all of the others and got them onboard with it?" I ask with a smirk.

She pauses. "Hmm, then I would say: that's surprising, but not in a bad way. I'm in; I definitely got to see this."

I smile, "Seriously? Yes! It's tonight at 7PM. I have to go now; I need to get back to the kitchen."

"I guess, I'll see you then, Emma," she says, before continuing down the hallway the same way she was going before I stopped her.

So, that wasn't so difficult. Now I just have to get the lamb out of the oven, cut some pieces off of it for Loki, put that in the oven for five more minutes and get Loki his food.

The lamb is coming along absolutely perfect, as well as the vegetables. So I place it on a plate, get some water along with it and walk towards the room, I've named Loki's room. I know it's not his and he's technically only in the cage in the room, but still. He's there, ergo it's his room.

He looks up when I enter the room, maybe not expecting me to come back, I don't know. Either way, I once again enter his cage. Not even bothering to think about what could happen; what he could do to me if I'm not careful. I don't care. He didn't do anything yesterday, and that's proof enough for me. He's not going to hurt me.

"Hi, Loki," I smile brightly at him, before handing him the plate. He's almost hesitant when he accepts it. "I decided to make the food for you myself today, hope you like it."

I smile, when I see he's eyeing the food with what almost looks like happiness in his eyes. But I'm not sure, it's hard to be sure about his thoughts; he's a difficult man to see through.

"I didn't think yesterday's food was worth much, and I do love to cook."

"It certainly looks good, I appreciate it," he says and my smile widens. I didn't expect him to say anything. And certainly not more than this, but then again, he is hard to read. "Do you mind if I start eating it now?"

Why he's asking me, I don't know. I guess, he's just being polite; it must come with being a prince and all. "Of course not, I wouldn't want to keep you from eating. Besides it's best while it's still warm." I feel a little awkward just standing here, while he sits, so I say, "Do you want me to leave?"

He just looks up quickly, without answering. But he doesn't visibly express any thought about wanting me to leave, so I awkwardly sit down on the floor with my back against the glass.

"You didn't seem to have any problem sitting next to me yesterday," he comments, shaking me out of my thoughts. I don't really know how to answer, so instead I stand and sit down next to him.

After eating a bite more, he smirks, "What happened to all the questions from yesterday?"

I notice that he has actually said more than I have by now, and that seems a bit strange. So I take his question as an invitation, to ask him again.

"Sorry, I just… I didn't think you wanted to answer, so… I simply didn't ask," I finish awkwardly. But then I continue more strongly. "But I still do want to know, is it true that you have six children? If you don't mind me asking." Wow, okay now I'm the one being polite.

"It's four actually," he says, and I simply stare at him with my mouth open, before I think about closing it. When I don't reply, he looks up again, and quirks his eyebrow at me. "Was that all?" he smirks.

"Umm, no, what are their names then?" I need to stop this stutter.

"Sleipnir's my oldest, and then there's Fenrir, Hel and Jörmungandr," he adopts a gentle smile as if thinking of them while speaking. So I can't help but smile, too.

"So I guess you never had Narfi and Vali, then… You're not married to Sigyn?"

"Wanting to know if I'm single?" he smirks.

"What? No! I'm just asking." I blush slightly.

He's still smirking, but at least he answers. "No, I'm not married to anyone, and I haven't been married to anyone. I'm only 1047 years old." He shakes his head slightly, like he couldn't believe I would even ask that.

"You're 1047 years old?! Oh my god!" I ask him surprised. He looks weirdly at me. Yeah, okay he is a god, but still. 1047 years old, and he says only!

"So how old do you normally get?" I ask him timidly, trying to think rationally.

"About 5000 years," he says as if it's no big deal.

"But what are you in human years then?"

At this he seems to think for a bit. "Hmm, I'll be 23 in 21 years." Seriously, 22? I thought he'd be older. If you see it like that, he's only about four years older than me. "What?"

I am shaken from my thoughts from his question. "Uh, nothing, I just… Umm, I thought you would be older," I say while my blush is creeping back to my face.

At least that startles a small laugh out of him. I never thought I would be making a god laugh.

He's done eating, and is now just sitting with the plate in his hand. I hesitantly reach for it and get up. "No more questions?" he asks.

"Well, you have four children, but you said it was too early for you to be married? Is it normal for you guys to have children that early?" I wonder.

But when I see how closed up he suddenly gets; his smile disappearing and his tenseness coming back, I hurriedly say, "You know what? Never mind." I smile to him again, hoping that I haven't ruined anything.

It helps a bit, but I can tell he didn't forget about my question. "So, no more questions?" he asks, almost… relieved?

I smile at him. "No, but I'm coming again tomorrow, with new ones." With that I turn around to leave. But just before I leave he calls out my name, so I turn again.

"It was delicious, thank you." And those five words are certainly going to make my day.

"You're welcome, Loki," I smile. As I walk away from the room, I can't help but think about him, he acted so different today and he actually answered my questions. And on top of that, he said thank you!

Now I better go prepare for the "family dinner", but nothing can ruin my happiness now. Not even if there's fighting at the dinner.

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