Oh my gods, guys. I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated. Usually it doesn't take this long to write a chapter but I had so much to put in it that it was too long and it didn't seem right so I had to rewrite it. I'll hopefully have another chapter or two to you guys before Christmas. I love you all, sorry if this chapter gets a little boring but next chapter should be better.

Eris' POV

I woke up to the soft sunlight shining in through my bedroom window, stirring me from my sleep. I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the light and in an attempt to wake myself further. That's when I realized the situation I was in-I was wrapped in a pair of unfamiliar arms, my face nestled into a warm, bare chest that I knew didn't belong to Matthew. Matthew never liked to take his shirt off unless he had to, plus, he wasn't this slender. It was in that moment that I knew who was in my bed-Loki. I was slightly irritated that he had come in here without waking me up or asking if he could, the position we were currently in was inappropriate for friends to be in. My face immediately flushed at the thought of that, the fact that Loki was bare, spare for his pajama bottoms, made me feel guilty. I didn't want to admit it, especially not aloud, but I liked the possessive way he held me, like I was his. Having said that, I relished in the feeling a moment longer, knowing I would have to scold him once he was awake. Finally, I willed myself to pull out of his embrace and sat up, watching him. He didn't wake up right away, rolling onto his back, a hand haphazardly lying across his stomach. I stared for a while, appreciating his handsome face-I had to resist the nagging urge to kiss him, something I had been craving since he had kissed me last. I smiled a bit, just happy to have him here with me but, I had to wake him up eventually. I hesitated in touching him, not sure where I should shake him from. I ultimately decided his shoulder was the easiest place to start and began to slowly inch my hand towards him. I bit my lip, feeling my stomach flip as I got closer. I made contact at last and gave him a gentle shake. Gradually, his eyes fluttered open and I had to keep myself from flying back in surprise when Loki's eyes flew straight to me. He smiled up at me before sitting up next to me.

"I guess it doesn't go without saying, but you can't sneak into my bed, half naked at night."

I didn't even sound like I was scolding him, to my chagrin, I sounded almost regretful in having to tell him. His brows furrowed a little, confused.

"Why ever not?"

He inquired, getting out of my bed and stretching with his back to me. The muscles in his back shifted deliciously under his pale skin and I bit my lip in longing. Ugh, Eris, focus! I face palmed and sighed.

"Because, it's not appropriate. You're my friend, on Earth we don't share our beds with friends at this age, especially not when aforementioned friend is of the opposite sex."

I explained, trying my damnedest not to blush in embarrassment. Loki's eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"Does my presence make you uncomfortable?"

He asked, turning to me fully. I swallowed, feeling a little nervous from being put on the spot.

"N-not exactly. However, Matthew would be very uncomfortable if this became a habit of yours."

I confessed, not daring to make eye contact with the god. The air grew frigid in my room at the mention of Matthew.

"Why does it matter what Matthew thinks of it?"

Loki spat Matthew's name like it was poison and I sighed, disappointed that they hadn't hit it off as well as I had hoped.

"Because Matthew is my boyfriend."

I answered simply, going over to my wardrobe.

"And can I not be your 'boyfriend' too?"

He challenged. I burst out laughing and shut the drawer. I turned to face Loki, still laughing a little.

"No, Loki, you can't be my boyfriend."

I told him, shaking my head with a grin. The raven haired god crossed his arms with a huff, giving me a slight pout.

"Why not?"

He demanded, not understanding why he didn't qualify as boyfriend material. I giggled a little, spotting one of Matt's shirts and sniffed it to make sure it was clean before tossing it to Loki.

"First of all, I don't think you fully understand what a boyfriend is, and secondly, I already have a boyfriend, I don't believe in keeping more than one around at a time."

I replied with a smile. Loki narrowed his eyes but sighed, giving up on the fight of becoming my boyfriend and examined the shirt I'd tossed him before attempting to put it on.

"Well, what is a boyfriend, then, if I may ask."

He mumbled, tugging the jean blue V-neck on.

"I remember having to tell you this a while ago but, a boyfriend is someone you are romantically involved with. Y'know, with the kissing and the emotions and the handholding and the sex-"

"Ahh! La la la la la! I do not wish to hear any more, I understand!"

He said loudly, plugging his ears childishly before retreating from my room. I chuckled a little at his silly reaction, then again, I probably would've done the same thing. I followed after the god a moment later and turned the television on. Loki stared at in wonder for a while before glancing back at me.

"What is this thing?"

He asked in a low murmur, once again mesmerized by the glowing screen. I smiled and reached for the remote.

"This, my dear, is called a TV. It's used for entertainment and information as well as other media."

I told him, handing the remote to the Aesir. He held it lightly in his hand, perusing it for something he might find familiar.

"What you're holding, controls the TV. This button changes the volume, and this one switches channels. Go on a head and play with it for a bit, I need to take a shower."

I said, beginning to walk back to my room. Loki gave a curt nod as he pressed the buttons one at a time. I smiled and continued into my bathroom, where I started undressing. When I took my tank top off, I could hardly believe my eyes when I noticed that the scar I used to have from when I saved the ambassador, had all but vanished. I looked for the rest of the scars I used to have and found none of them. There was only one explanation, Loki had done something. I flung the bathroom door opened and bounded into the living room.

"Loki..."

I spoke softly. He turned his head to me curiously.

"Did you...did you heal me last night?"

I inquired, not sure how to feel. He looked at me with a slightly nervous expression.

"You're not angry, are you?"

He questioned, putting his hands up defensively. I pressed my lips together in thought, was I angry? Not really...

"I don't really know how to feel, I mean, I'm thankful, I just...it doesn't hurt you when you heal some one, does it?"

I asked, raising a brow questioningly. He smiled and shook his head. A bit of relief washed over me knowing that and I sighed.

"You just...ugh. I can't with you right now."

I grumbled, walking out of the room. I proceeded to take my shower, dry my hair and got dressed in fresh clothes. While I was in my room, I found a pair of Matthew's pants. I came back into the living room and set the folded clothing in Loki's lap. He looked up at me questioningly.

"They're normal pants, you should go into the bathroom and put them on."

I suggested, exiting into the kitchen. I was about to get the ingredients to make pancakes out when a thought crossed my mind. I closed the fridge and opened my pantry, pulling out a box of strawberry poptarts. I wanted to test out a theory I had. When Loki came back into the living room, I handed him a poptart.

"Try this."

I sang, going to get my phone out of my room. I had to call the furniture store to see what they had in stock as far as beds and bed frames. I hung up disappointedly, they said that I would have order in store or online, and even at that it would take a few weeks for what I ordered to get here.

When I went back into the kitchen I found Loki sitting Indian style on the floor with the rest of the poptarts, the silver wrappers lying around the floor. I fought back a giggle and smirked.

"I see you enjoyed the poptarts, Thor's a big fan of them too. I always keep them around in case I have Jane and him over."

I said, going over to the cupboard to retrieve another box of poptarts and grab one for myself before putting the box back.

"I can see why, these tarts of pop are tasty."

Loki replied, standing up and picking up the wrappers. I was glad he at least knew to pick up after himself, Thor had a hard time with that the first time he was staying with Jane.

"You mentioned that we had much to do this day. What are we doing?"

The god asked, handing me the empty poptart box. I took it and put it in the trash can.

"Well, a couple of things. We're going to get you some proper clothes of your own, and then grocery shopping."

I answered, tearing open the packet that held my breakfast. Loki gave a nod and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels. He stopped on a children's show, probably Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network, watching in confusion as one character chased the other. I giggled to myself and went back into my room to search for a pair of shoes Loki could wear, but it seemed the only footwear that would fit him was a pair of fuzzy slippers I'd bought for Matthew as a joke. He never wore them, and I could see why-they were bright pink. I sighed and exited into the living room and sat down next to Loki. I looked at the screen that currently had my friend entranced and recognized the show as Invader Zim. I hadn't seen that show in years, and I certainly hadn't expected it to be on now. I looked back to the god on my couch and gave him the slippers with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Loki, these are the closest thing I have to shoes that would fit you. We'll make sure to get you a pair first thing."

I told him. He turned his eyes to the slippers, narrowing them hatefully before looking up at me with the same venomous glare.

"I am not wearing those."

He announced stubbornly. I narrowed my eyes menacingly back at the fallen prince, taking this as a challenge.

~Later That Afternoon~

I had to swat Loki's hand away from the buttons on the dash constantly, lest he push them all and mess up the car. After a while, he gave up and settled for listening to the radio until we pulled into the Kohl's parking lot. We stepped out of the car and I guided Loki to the entrance, he looked like he needed reassurance of where to go. The Aesir suddenly glared down at his fluffy pink slippers before looking to me.

"They're all going to laugh at me."

He stated sullenly. I chuckled and shook my head.

"They won't even notice, and if they do, they won't say anything. I mean, you can't go in barefoot."

I reminded him. With a sigh he continued forward into the store with me alongside him. I offered him my hand as I took the lead, to which he smiled slightly and accepted it. This seemed to lessen his sourness about the slippers as we walked to the men's department.

"Look around, and let me know if anything strikes your fancy."

I told him as I leaned back against a wall. The god nodded before wandering off. It was maybe forty five minutes later that I saw Loki again. He carried in his arms a huge pile of clothes, mostly in green, black, grey, and a few specks of white in there with three pairs of shoes on top. I gaped at the mountain of clothes and rushed over to him.

"Holy crap!"

I yipped, taking a large portion off the top, allowing me to actually see Loki's face.

"Overboard much?"

I quipped with a grunt while the god of mischief followed me to the check out counter. When we got the total on the screen, I was glad S.H.I.E.L.D had given me a prepaid card for any necessities that Loki required. Once everything was bagged and paid for, we headed to the grocery store to go shopping for more food. When we passed through the breakfast isle, Loki stopped and stared wide-eyedly at the large selection of Poptart flavors. He ended up filling most of the cart with two boxes of each flavor with a satisfied smile. I giggled and rolled my eyes, continuing out of the isle to the meat section of the store. I picked up some chicken, hamburger, and steak, eager to have Loki try them. I wasn't sure how much to get though, I didn't know if he ate a lot like Thor, or a reasonable amount.

"Loki, do you eat as much as your brother?"

I asked, glancing back at him. He was poking curiously at the plastic-covered meat with a perplexed expression. His face fell a little when he'd registered my words.

"He's not my brother,"

Loki mumbled halfheartedly before a soft smile crept across his thin lips.

"And the only one in all the Nine Realms that could match and even out-eat Thor, is Volstagg."

He finished, grinning cheekily. I smiled too and nodded. I had only heard of Volstagg once, and that too was of his ferocious appetite. I bought other various items, occasionally having to put back something stupid that Loki had thrown in the cart because he thought he was helping. Soon enough, we were on our way back home and I was unpacking the groceries. I tried several times to place a cereal box on the top shelf but I couldn't quite get it up there-my final attempt ended in the box falling and hitting me right in the face, earning a hearty laugh from Loki. I glowered back at the god before turning to glare at the cereal box that had take what little pride I had. I gasped and squealed I surprise when I was lifted up a little by the belt loops of my jeans so I could now store the dried flakes. I looked behind me to see Loki was holding me up with a smug smirk. I quickly hid my blushing embarrassment and placed the cereal in the cupboard before being set down gently on my feet. I spun around and crossed my arms, frowning up at my significantly taller friend.

"You're welcome."

He boasted, walking back into the living room. I couldn't help the smile that found it's way onto my face when I knew he wast looking and went back to putting groceries away. Once that was finished, I pulled out the things I needed to make dinner. I was going to make Chicken Alfredo, one dish I favored over any other I had learned to make from scratch. Loki watched cartoons while I prepared our meal and thought about how to introduce him to certain things. I decided the best way to teach him about earth, was to take baby steps. Literally, I would use children's shows and movies to subtly teach him to avoid culture shock. Then, slowly add more age oriented material for him to learn from. I was sure I could give him any sort of literature and he would understand it, being such an avid reader. Maybe he would enjoy Shakespeare, I thought, boiling the noodles. I made the Alfredo sauce next, letting it sit on a simmering burner to keep it warm while I cooked the chicken in a skillet. I strained the pasta and put it back in the pot while I waited for the chicken to cook. I strayed from the stove for a moment to check on my raven haired friend. He sat on the couch, watching Spongebob with gleeful eyes and a small smirk. I smiled and went back into the kitchen. I made two plates and put them on the dining room table. I came up behind the couch and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"Are you hungry?"

I inquired with a gentle smile. The god looked up at me and nodded. I lead him over to the table and took a seat at the head of the table, Loki sitting to my left. He eyed the food with an odd curiosity for a moment before stabbing it cautiously with his fork. I giggled at his apprehensiveness and raised an eyebrow.

"Loki, it's not going to bite...hard."

I joked with a smirk. His green eyes met mine for a moment.

"What is it?"

He asked, still fussing with it.

"Chicken Alfredo, it's good. But if you don't like it, I won't make you eat it. Just give it a try."

I insisted gently, taking up some of the chicken on my fork. Loki watched me eat for a moment while I awkwardly avoided his stare by looking at the TV. He finally took a bite and after a moment he smiled and swallowed. He cupped a hand over mine and caught my eyes again.

"It's very good, Eris."

He praised. I felt relieved that he liked my cooking until I felt the unbearable heat rising on my cheeks. I pulled my hand, laying it in my lap and looked away from Loki.

"Thank you."

I murmured, still burning up from my blush. Eris, you need to just calm down. All he did was say the food was good, okay? No big deal. I chastised myself in my head. But the way he touched my hand...Oh, he's done more than that before. Really, stop making this more than it is. I sighed, giving up the battle inside myself and continued to eat.