Chapter Five (Drinking At It's Finest)

After I got Loki somewhat settled in I went into my and changed. I threw on a pair of yoga pants and an old tee-shirt. I took my hair out of a ponytail and it tumbled right above my shoulders. Before I left my room I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt for Loki that my ex-boyfriend left beyond when he moved out.

"Here Loki," I said handing him the clothes. "I don't know if they'll fit, but they're going to have to work until we can go shopping and get you some Midgardian clothes. You can change in my room if you want." I stated. Loki nodded and walked into my room: closing the door behind him. The only things I could think about now were Loki and drinking…. Today has been a long day and I could use some alcohol.

"They are a little big, but much more comfortable than my armor." I heard Loki say. I turned around to see him in my ex's clothes…. He looked so much hotter in them than my ex! The sweatpants hung low on his hips and the tee-shirt clung to his chest: showing the outline of his muscles.

"Yeah, they look um good. Do you some alcohol?" I asked him not really knowing what else to say.

"Yes, I could use a good drink…. What do you have?" He's a drinker: good.

"Um, I have Scotch, Smirnoff, Tequila, and lots of plain Vodka." I stated rather proud of my collection.

"I'll take some Vodka…. Please. I rarely drink straight Vodka but because you don't have any wine that'll do." Loki just said please, shoot me now.

"Okay, at least I'm not the only person who drinks straight Vodka. Sorry about not having wine, I'm not that classy."

"Maybe not classy, but special." He said kind of sexual.

"Loki, I am far from special…. When you get know me better you'll figure that out." I said.

"You're special to me and that is all that matters now." In the name of Odin!

"Stop…. I am letting you stay here because I am nice, not because I want special treatment. Either you treat me the way I want to be treated or you can go stay in a cage at S.H.I.E.L.D.!" I said throwing the shot glass I had in my hand against the wall.

"I am sorry Aubree. What has angered you so?" My breathing became heavy and I was starting to hyperventilate. Before I answered Loki I grabbed the bottle of Vodka and took a long chug.

"Nothing, I just have really bad anger issues. I'm sorry and I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It is okay, but what has made you have anger issues?" Loki asked.

"It's nothing really…. Just my past and being in my dad's shadows doesn't help one bit. I just want the respect that my dad gets. I am just as good, if not better, than he is! That was rude, sorry, I mean I love my dad but I sometimes wish that he had never got me involved with S.H.I.E.L.D." My voice was becoming shaky.

"How did he involve you with S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Well with my dad being Iron Man and everything he thought it would be a good idea for me to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. he knew of my special ability and he knew that if I proved myself worthy that my internship would turn into a spot for me on the Avengers team."

"What is your 'special ability'?" Loki asked me again. I remembered having this conversation not that long ago.

"I told you earlier that you will find out soon enough Loki, now let's get our drink on!" I cheered happily. He smiled and came closer to me with open arms. "You know I don't think it's safe to hug strangers." I chuckled.

"Who says that I am a stranger?" Loki responded laughing a little. I embraced him and our hug was by far the best part of my whole day. I loved being in his arms, with his head in the crook of my neck, and me feeling his breath against his skin. I could get used to this…. And fast.