Chapter Sixteen (Admitting My Feelings )
When we arrived at Stark Towers Loki helped me carry in everything for my hair. We got in the elevator and I was holding my breath.
"Is there something wrong Aubree?" Loki asked concerned.
"No, I'm just deathly afraid of elevators." I responded. He quietly stepped closer to me and engulfed me in another hug. Jesus he is literally going to kill me one of these days.
"Come on, let's go." Loki said once the elevator opened to my dad's floor. I followed him inside to see my dad laying on the couch watching TV.
"Hey dad, I came over here to bleach my hair…. Plus I kind of left my key in my apartment." I said setting my stuff down and walking over to give my dad a hug.
"Well it's nice to see you kiddo! I see you brought Loki with you. When are you two supposed to start the training shit S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted you to do?" He asked.
"This week, I think Monday so that way we can get it over as quickly as possible. Now dad I'm gonna go do my hair, and I'd kind of like to talk with you about something. Loki you can stay out here, it shouldn't take that long." Loki nodded and sat down on the leather couch. My dad followed to me into what used to my old room. We walked into the built in bathroom and I started getting everything ready to do my hair.
"What did you need to talk about kid?" My dad asked me. I brushed my poorly self- cut hair and began applying the bleach.
"It's something highly important, I need you to take this very seriously." I told him matter- of- factly.
"When do I not take things seriously?" He asked jokingly.
"Shut up. Dad this is really important."
"What is it kiddo?" He asked more seriously.
"I think I might actually be in love…" I said trailing off.
"Why do you think that?"
"It's just whenever I'm around this person I feel different. I feel happier and more care free. As stupid as it might sound, I've been having dreams for a couple of days and they are leading me to believe that I truly am in love." I stared at my dad and returned it. After a minute he asked the question I dreaded most.
"Who do you think you're in love with?"
"Loki…" I responded quietly trailing off and avoiding his glare.