So, Loki won't be coming to us until June 11th. I'm glad we finally got a date, but was REALLY hoping it'd be in May. May was going to be a big Loki theme month to me. But, I digress.
ENJOY!
So, this was Charlotte's twin sister, Loki thought. He could see the similarities of the two for sure, definitely sisters. Her hair and voice were what made a difference, but also that her hips weren't as wide as Charlotte's. Eloise complied with her sister and removed her shoes tossing them onto the rack. Loki removed his own as Charlotte fixed her sister's shoes.
"So, how roomy is this mate?" Eloise asked, giving her sister a wink though her back turned.
Charlotte scoffed, "Not as roomy as you." she turned giving her sister a look. "Why are you even here? Did you get into another argument with mom?"
Eloise held a look of offense, Loki stayed silent watching by the door. "No!" She pouted, "How could I not check on my sister after we saw the news coverage about you."
Charlotte frowned, "News coverage?" she turned to Loki who just looked back with raised brows.
"Yeah! Said you were carried out of a fire and in the hospital with critical condition. Why are you not resting, should you even be on your feet?"
Charlotte had no clue the fire, let alone she, had made the news. She thought more on getting evidence to see Loki carrying her out to establish even further on the wonder how he wasn't hurt or the fact they got out at all.
"She's recovered since," Loki gave an input seeing Charlotte deep in her thoughts. "Just a few stitches in her head from-"
"Stitches?!"
Charlotte jolted back when her arm was roughly tugged for Eloise to pull her toward the couch. She pushed her into the cushions as she tried to give her twin a stern look. "What were you thinking going out with stitches in your skull!? What if you slipped on black ice or got hit by a car?"
She adjusted herself, moving a pillow behind her. "I had Loki with me, I wasn't alone. Last I checked, I can take care of myself just fine and have for the past good number of years."
"Well, it's a good thing I came over." The brunette reached for something on the other side of the couch revealing a large suitcase that made Charlotte bolt up. "I'll just settle my things into my room."
"My room, you mean?" Loki challenged, wanting to keep his territory.
Eloise tilted her head, pressing a finger to her chin. "No, my room… Oh, you took that room?" She asked, pointing down the hall. Loki nodded, folding his arms. "Guess we'll have to share a bed." Eliose teased, sticking her tongue out.
"I thought you were engaged?" Charlotte questioned.
"Oh, you're right." Eloise moved toward the stairs. "Guess we'll be sharing a bed like old times, Sissy!"
"Oh, Hell no!" Charlotte stood. "You can take the couch if you really want to stay here. That or, for once, get a hotel!"
Loki looked between the two, he's seen Charlotte be a tough nut. But had a feeling she was kinder to most street offenders than her own sister. Eloise stuck her lip out, was she trying to be cute on purpose? It looked so forced, Loki couldn't imagine who would be her fiancé to find it attractive.
"I'm only staying until you're fit enough to get back to work."
"No, you're not." Charlotte circled the couch, approaching her at the stairs. "You can stay a minimum of one day."
"Five days."
"Two days."
"...Four days?"
"Two. Days."
Eloise stomped her foot, was she an adult or a child? "Three days max, I swear to be out by then!"
Charlotte narrowed her eyes and checked a clock that hung by the closet. "Seventy-two hours from right now, December 11th at 3:40 pm, you are gone."
"Gone like a cold!" Charlotte rolled her eyes and opened the closet to finally remove her coat and move toward the stairs. "H-Hey, where're you going?"
"To lay down, all the yelling is giving me a headache." She called, then paused at the top and leaned over to look at Loki. "If she tries anything, feel free to lock your bedroom."
Try anything? The god wasn't too concerned, he's handled far worse creatures compared to the tiny twin Eloise was. Loki watched from below as Charlotte reached behind her bed and almost like his own magic, a curtain came around and enclosed her loft to give her privacy. Has... Has that always been there? He never noticed the track in the ceiling much like the hospitals had, nor the curtain hidden behind her bed frame against the wall. Then again it's not something to really notice from his point nor to look for.
"Seems she'll be hiding away during those seventy-two hours." Eloise turned and grinned wickedly at Loki, he frowned. "Well, time to get to know you, British Boy."
Loki huffed, moving to the closet to remove his now overly warm woolen coat. "I'm Norwegain." He corrected, hanging his coat and tossing his scarf over the hook on the door. "We're simply business partners and lucky enough, roommates."
"Lucky?" She winked. "Planning to promote business partners to body partners?"
Loki did a double take, brows knotted and eyes narrowed. "I beg your pardon?"
"It's been begged." She cooed, wiggling her brows.
"You both will be begging I don't come down there." Snarled Charlotte from upstairs. "Shut the hell up!"
Charlotte was certainly more snappy with Eloise around, Loki noted.
"Aww, you're no fun." Eloise shrugged, "But, I'll let Twinsy rest. I'm honestly tired too." She gave a dramatic stretch of her arms over her head and sauntered over to the couch. "I think I'll take a nap too."
Loki, feeling no need to be wandering the apartment and not wanting to wander the city, took the advantage of the upcoming quietness, grabbed his purchases and left down the hall. A weird soft growl was heard as he opened his door, and not a growl of an animal.
"Wish my fiance had a fine ass like that." Eloise teased. "Hmmm…Perky."
Loki glared down the hall at the smirking brunette, shocked by the forwardness of this engaged woman. Did mortals have no dignity? Never had he ever ever been talked to like that by a lady in his life!
"Keep your opinions and eyes to yourself, Miss Eloise." He warned.
"Ohh, just call me Ellie, Louie, Elsie, or anything. Just not Miss or Eloise, big boy."
She sprawled out on the couch, her yellow socked feet hanging off the arm as she snuggled into the cushions. Loki huffed and entered his room, shutting the door and locking it a moment after just in case. He tried to ignore the fact his neck was hot and cheeks looked rosy in a mirror hanging by the dresser.
Loki carelessly tossed the bag onto the bed, the notebook he recently purchased slid out onto the blankets. He stared at it for a while, then figuring how to waste his time. Emptying the bag and putting away his newly purchased belongings of decoratives, he placed his toiletries on the dresser to put away later tonight.
With everything put away, Loki took the notebook and sat at a small desk in the corner. He opened the notebook and with a free hand, a quill pen appeared in his grasp and a bottle of ink sat to his right. Loki took the time to write his first few days on Midgard, thinking of the remaining days and what are to come.
Charlotte had struggled to nap for a good few minutes. She was so used to laying on her back but with the stitches, it was a struggle to keep herself from doing so. Charlotte kept waking herself up when her body voluntarily laid on her back, then flopping to the left or right. She eventually found peace, hugging her pillow and snuggling her cheek into it near drooling an hour into her nap.
Sadly, her nap lasted about an hour when she heard high pitch, ear piercing cackling. Not one of a witch, nor an evil villain. One that makes your skin crawl and teeth grind. The kind that makes you groan and shove her face into a pillow to hide the cringe in your face. The laughter paused, but soon a thud was heard and a curse. Charlotte didn't move, she heard no glass shatter so turned over to her other side with a slight groan. If she could get just an hour of silence, Charlotte could feel her stress rising.
"No, don't eat that Mitsy!"
Hearing her sister say that, now she was climbing out of bed and shoving the curtain of her room away. "Eloise!" She barked, pressing her hands to the wooden railing as she stared down below.
Mitsy was being held back by Eloise as she tried to clean up what looked like peanut shells scattered around the floor behind the couch. A bowl stranded on the floor where more had piled from. It didn't take a moron to know what happened; Eloise was getting too rambunctious of whatever she was watching and flipped the bowl of food over the back of the couch.
Said younger twin looked up, giving a cheesy smile as she held Mitsy by her collar. "Don't worry, I was just cleaning it up."
A door shut and Loki wandered in, "What's going on?" He asked, seeing the mess on the floor and Eloise struggling to keep Mitsy in place. Her stubby tail and butt wagged at the sight of him, why did this bloody dog like him?
"Eloise making a mess of my apartment, what else is new?" Charlotte told, coming down the stairs. "Just vacuumed the place too."
"Don't worry, I'll vacuum-"
Charlotte stopped her right there, holding her hand up. "The last time you vacuumed something, the cord got all caught up in it and you nearly sparked a fire."
Loki furrowed his brows, watching the sisters with amusement. They were fighting over such a trivial matter.
"Those cords should be more sucky proof." Eloise argued. Charlotte got the vacuum out, plugged in the machine and removed the hose from the back. "I made the mess, I can clean it up."
Charlotte sent a glare, "Just keep Mitsy there and I'll clean it up, as usual." she snapped.
Eloise backed down, the vacuum humming to life and loudly sucking the shells and peanuts off the carpet. It collected in the containment that clicked and clacked as it all gathered together. She picked up the bowl and placed it on the couch, then noticed crumbs and shells on and in said cushions. Another glare was sent her way, to which Eloise shrugged innocently.
"Loki!" She called, who just stood there as a spectator. "Lift the cushions so I can vacuum?"
He almost instinctively waved his fingers to float the cushions up, but he walked over and picked them up, padding the crumbs off for her to suck off the floor. The couch and carpet were cleaned and with the vacuum full, Charlotte turned it off and unlatched the front container where dust, hair, and other nasty things had gathered. She emptied it into her kitchen trash can and placed it back in, putting the loud cleaning appliance away in the closet. Mitsy was finally free and ran straight to Loki, who tried to push her away without getting slobber all over him.
"Don't eat in my living room if you're going to make a big mess." Charlotte scolded, "I'd like to keep ants out, thank you."
Eloise scoffed, plopping back down on the couch. "It's Winter, there are no ants."
Not wanting another argument, she relented and checked the clock. It was nearing dinner time and Charlotte didn't even know if she had the appetite to eat anything. She glanced to the kitchen past Loki, noticing his dishes still in the sink from this morning. It was only a plate and fork, but the thought of dishes piling up thanks to not only Loki, but only Eloise brought the stress up more.
"For someone who is supposed to be relaxing," She muttered, rubbing her forehead. "I am anything but relaxed."
Elois and Loki looked at her, the sister looked guilty. "Sorry." The apology sounded empty. "Hey, how about I treat us to dinner tonight?"
Charlotte folded her arms, looking at her. "You actually have money?"
The brunette looked offended, "Of course I have money!" She pressed a hand to her chest, scoffing. "My finance works in food deliveries. It's no high road, but enough that they got me those new cute shoes you saw earlier."
"The ones you tossed carelessly at my wall?"
Eloise deflected the question by muting the tv and taking her phone out. "I'll order us something to eat."
As much Charlotte wanted to argue, she didn't have the energy and sighed. "Whatever, just stop eating at my couch, please." She turned toward the kitchen.
Loki turned, watching her clean the plate and fork he had left this morning. "I can get to that." He told her, now remembering the dishes.
"Don't bother, I'm used to it." She grumbled, getting the sponge to clean the now dry and sticky plate before it could be approved for the dishwasher.
Eloise bounded over to them, mobile in hand. "Sissy, how about I get us some lobster? Hmm, fresh juicy-"
"Allergic." She stated.
Her smile dropped in realization. "Ohh, right… How about Olive Garden?"
"No." Charlotte paused her cleaning and glared past Loki at her. "Remember the last time mom took us to Olive Garden?"
Eloise scoffed, "The one time you got sick."
"Violently sick!" Charlotte exclaimed, Loki bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Found out I was allergic to mushrooms."
"Just order something that doesn't have mushrooms." she told her.
"It's Olive Garden. Everything has mushrooms." Charlotte countered.
Eloise threw her head back with a groan and went back to the couch to look through her phone. The younger twin kept looking as the older one continued cleaning. Loki turned to her.
"You're allergic to food?" He asked curiously.
Charlotte nodded, "Lobster, crabs shrimp, clams, and anything in a shell. Then I have problems with mushrooms, which makes me horribly sick."
"And lactose." Eloise added.
The ginger turned, giving her sister a look. "How is it you remember that, but not the other two?"
The twin shrugged. "Mom used to complain about having to find lactose free milk for you every time she went shopping."
"Of course- That reminds me." Charlotte gave that narrowing look again as if Eloise had committed a crime. "You said you saw the news about me and the fire, how I was hurt. Why didn't mom call me?"
Eloise stood silent, looking between the accusing look of Charlotte and curious look of Loki. "Well, mom, you know her." She shrugged, giving a very obviously nervous chuckle. "Christmas is coming up and she gets busy around this time of year."
"Too busy to make sure her daughter was alright?" Charlotte questioned. "It takes two seconds to call me."
"I tried to call, but it said the service was down."
Charlotte remembered her original phone got destroyed recently, and she hadn't restored her numbers, only Jack's, Loki's and her boss' number were in there. "Right, right."
"The last phone call didn't really go well, if you remember?" She countered.
"What happened?" Loki asked, despite
Eloise stepped up to him as Charlotte shook her head and returned to cleaning the plate. "Oh, I called her to come over for Christmas and she is always so busy." She made a shake of her head, indicating it as a lie. "But mom got mad because we're also having my fiance over and want us all to get together."
Loki glanced toward Charlotte as she loaded the dishwasher with the single plate and fork. Then she took a peek into the fridge, chewing her lip in thought. She wasn't the family type, as he knew from her mother favoring the said twin. It showed even more with how she shows disdain for Eloise, even when she tried to show a bit of kindness. Sure she was annoying a few times, but nothing that would prompt the snapping Charlotte has shown. Then again, maybe sisters were different than brothers. Loki surely knows he wouldn't want a sister with how these two interact. But compared to Thor, maybe he had an advantage-
Suddenly broken from his ranting thoughts, he felt his arm being nudged by Charlotte to his left. "Do you mind?" He questioned, rudely interrupted.
She raised her brows at his attitude. "Do you mind? I'm trying to take the trash out and your is blocking it."
Loki stood from the counter, turning to see he was blocking the trash can bin. "Oh."
He shrugged his shoulders and moved to the living room. He idly stood behind the couch seeing the tv still muted with a movie playing. The little blonde boy was concocting some sort of trick, Loki assumed. He was running through the streets that almost looked like ones of this city, a string of pearl necklaces he broke. He stopped at a corner and let the pearls drop onto the pavement scattering all over. Loki tilted his head with furrowed brows, was it some sort of holiday joke? Then he watched as a short man and tall man looked to be chasing the boy. The blond boy in the knitted hat ran off and the men suddenly slipped from the trap he'd set and crashed onto the pavement with thuds and yells. The God of Mischief couldn't help but chuckle to himself, clever boy, he thought.
Charlotte carried a trash bag toward the front door and stepped out for a moment, then returned without the bag. She rubbed her hands to bring the warmth back, a bit of chilly wind enter the house but the heat dispersed it quickly.
"Charlotte, I can't figure any places we could order from." She whined at her.
Charlotte walked over to the end of the couch. "My allergies are not that restrictive."
"No, but the prices are too high. It's expensive to live here, how do you manage it?" She threw herself back to sprawl on the couch, nearly shoving Mitsy off who was trying to take her spot on the other end.
"...I have a well paid job and manage my money." She bluntly answered.
It was silent for a moment, Loki watching the silent television, Eloise staring at the ceiling, and Charlotte looking between the two. Her shoulders hung, feeling deflated inside. Without a word, she went to the closet, got her coat and walked over to the door and slipped her shoes on.
It was the sound of a zipper that Loki looked over, perking up. "Heading out?"
Eloise sat up, "You need someone to go with you." she moved to climb off the couch but Charlotte was faster, halfway out the door.
Charlotte pointed at her sister, "You. Stay." then to Loki. "Don't let her mess my home up." she ordered then left the apartment with a slam of the door.
Eloise groaned dramatically like before and flopped back down. "She's dramatic." She grumbled.
Loki glanced at the television, seeing a commercial started playing. Well, he figured if he left his door open then he can keep an ear out for Eloise. He walked down the hall and into his room, deciding to continue with his journal. Once he took a seat and ready to procure his writing pen, he didn't feel so alone. Loki looked up and twisted in his chair, and found a pair of eyes innocently peering at him from the doorway.
"...What?"
She stepped in, Loki didn't recall inviting her in. "I was just wondering if you'd know where the decorations were?"
Loki frowned, "What decorations?" he questioned.
Eloise scoffed, now hands on hips and a grin playing. "Christmas decorations, duh! It's already December and she doesn't have anything put up!"
"I've started living here yesterday, you're guess is as good as mine." He replied without care.
Eloise did her dramatic groan, which was annoying to hear. "Fine! I'll find them myself. C'mon Mitsy, you'll be more useful than Mr. Britain over there."
"I'm not British!"Loki barked, deciding to shut his door and ignore her existence for the next two days.
It wasn't too packed at Trader Joe's while Charlotte did some dinner shopping. She avoided the seafood aisle and went straight to the meat aisle to find burgers or maybe some pork chops. Something she could cook while her sister stayed, instead of letting her cook or order untrustworthy take out. She also collected some frozen vegetables, pasta, and even some fruits for snacks as she was still off work for a week.
Going down the baking dairy aisle, Charlotte paused and rested her head on the cart's handles for a moment. She never took those pain pills, her headache from before was starting to return from the base of her neck up to the top of her skull. She took a deep breath and moved toward the checkout.
Two hundred and forty-six dollars in food cost. The thought of demanding half of it from her sister came to mind, but said mind was throbbing so she just paid, gathered her bags of food, and trudged back to the apartment. Still denying any use of a taxi or drive home, she walked the entire way as the cold air chilled her bones and stung her eyes.
"Hmmm, hmp! Look at that angel!"
"Hey woman! Hey woman!"
Ugh, cat callers. As if her week wasn't any more aggravating. She ignored the sexist calls of the men standing by the street corners and store fronts. If given attention they usually tried to get a number, name, and even a look from women. If ignored, they'll start calling insults because they couldn't handle rejection.
"How about a smile for daddy?" One purred by a bike rack.
Charlotte was tempted to snarl at the man instead, but made the mistake and made eye contact with the beer belly dude. That intern caused the man to suddenly have the urge to take a walk a few feet behind her. She could feel his eyes starting at her behind, she tried to keep her hips from swinging as they usually did, the damn wide things.
Two more blocks, she was nearly home where she could punch the couch and throw the pillows as much as she desired. Her teeth grinding and nails digging into her palms were her only accesses of releasing her steaming anger at this point.
If Eloise had been with her, she wouldn't been stupid enough to stop at every cat caller and probably give her number or fish for compliments. If it was Loki… Charlotte doubted he was the 'white knight' type. In fact, walking with him would've kept the men at bay and comments to themselves. She nearly regrets not taking him with her.
But alas, she wouldn't be out here, humiliated by the calls caring over two hundred dollars worth of groceries with a throbbing headache if her damned twin hadn't welcomed herself in for three days.
"Died and gone to thick thunder heaven!" The man groaned, suddenly closer behind her.
One more block, if this man even tried to grab her, she'd dropped the bags in a second and shove the nuzzle of her gun in his nose. Because of her hefy coat and arms at her side carrying the bags, her gun was concealed at her hip, she could feel the shape of it against her elbow.
The apartment came into view, she started walking towards the left indicating she was home, stepping up to the door. Charlotte bent down to gently place a bag on the stoop, before she could get the door a resounding sound of a smack and the stinging sensation of her rump being slapped came to realization. Charlotte shot up straight and turned, fuming as the man wandered off across the street. He looked back with a smile, a stupid smug grin that showed he knew he got away with it. She regretted wearing thin jeans that day, her cheek stung in the cold.
Charlotte opened the door and picked the bag up, entering the home with a slam. For extra measure, she locked the door and knelt down this time to take her shoes off.
"Oh, you're back! Just in time!" Cried a cheery Eloise.
"What, did you find another movie to make me watch…?" Her words trailed when she looked up, finding the place horribly decorated!
The plastic tree she packed away was scattered in pieces around the corner of the stairway, the wreaths were leaning into the window, green garland was lazily dangling off the railings and tv mantel, and in the kitchen Charlotte could hear pop music songs of Christmas music. Loki was nowhere in sight, possibly in his room judging by Mitsy laying outside his door.
Eloise trotted over to her, a wreath hung around her neck and the tree light string wrapped around her ankle. The knotted cords dragged across the floor, threatening to break the tiny bulbs as it skidded from the wood flooring to the carpet.
"How do you put that tree together? It would be so much better to just get a real tree. You have the room, not to mention the pine scent and realistic look." Eloise rambled, a crooked Christmas hat on her head.
Charlotte took even breaths, she picked up the bags and just moved past her towards the kitchen, placing them onto the counters. She started putting the foods away in their respective places; cold in the fridge, boxes in the top left cabinet and cans in the top right cabinet. Her neck was starting to hurt as she bent down to roll up the plastic bags and shove them under the sink.
"Also, wouldn't it be cute to have wreaths in your huge windows?" Eloise asked, following after her. "I mean, what's the point of having those huge things if you're not gonna use them, yknow?"
Charlotte still didn't respond, her eyes glanced at the clock seeing it was near dinner time. With a sigh she turned the overhead light to see the stove and counters, then got out the needed ingredients.
"Oh, what's your plans for dinner?" Eloise asked.
"Pork chops and pasta."
"What kind of pasta?"
"Egg noodle."
Eloise huffed, tilting her head. "Was hoping for elbow pasta." She was given a dark glare from her twin. "...Sorry." She shrugged, turning to go back to her 'work'.
A few more breaths, feeling the veins in her head against the skin. Maybe she should take a pain pill before holding a knife in her hand to cut the meat.
The journal rested on the desk, now closed and a candle lit beside it. The room filled with the scent of cedar and vanilla and Loki relaxed, laying on his bed. Sure, he probably should be learning more about this planet, it was huge and held many different lands, languages, and people. He instead decided to take a day to adjust in his living quarters, also to avoid the incessant pest that was Eloise and the mutt Mitsy. The sounds of the sickening music playing outside his door had stopped, he opened his one eye and glanced at the door. Eloise had started that about an hour ago and he was ready to just leave, though he was sure to find more annoying music in the city at this time of year. He closed his eye and took a deep breath, returning to his meditation.
Loki had searched on his phone for the holidays the country, America, celebrated through a year. From the beginning starting in January, New Year's was the first he saw listed. A holiday that the whole world celebrated at different times, because each location was on a different time grid.
Before going off the course to research time zones, Loki read a federal holiday called Martin Luther King Day, and other holidays celebrated in different states such as Civil Rights Day in Arizona and New Hampshire and Rosa Parks Day in California. Loki thought best to pass the other states, in what he was sure was Pennsylviania, and focus on federal holidays. The next was President's Day, which when reading up valued towards past and present leaders of the country. He read on past religious and sporting events and holidays. Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day. This country sure loved holidays revolved around its war history.
He was starting to find it all confusing, certain people celebrate certain holidays, events, and historical war times. Such as Pearl Harbor or POWs. He read up how Christmas was a religious holiday, not federal. So, only people of the Christian faith celebrate it, while those Jewish celebrate Hanukkah. This made Loki assume nearly everyone in the city was of this religion, with how obsessed they were with music, decorations, and screams of sales and movies.
His phone was low battery, as it warned him three times before figuring out how to plug it into the wall to charge. This led to him laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling entering a meditative state.
"Dinner's ready!" Came a call from the other side of the door with a knock following after. "Hope you like pasta."
Loki sat up and climbed off the bed. He raised a hand and snapped his finger, the flame in the candle extinguishing behind him as he approached the door. Opening it revealed the scent of something being fried, oils and bread. Since his room was right at the kitchen, his eyes fell on a pan with used oils and a pot of noodles. A plate on the counter filled two breaded pieces of meat and a handful of pasta waiting for him.
"Over here, Mr. England!" Eloise called, sitting on the floor using the coffee table to eat on. She had dug into her own plate, halfway through her meal. Charlotte was sitting on the couch, silently eating as she watched whatever was on television.
Peckish, he took the plate and found a fork, wandering in to sit at the other end of the couch. Mitsy sat right by Eloise, her lips ready to drip with drool before Charlotte hissed at her to go lay down. The dog obeyed, moving to lay down under the television. Said screen was showing a weather report for the week. Loki glanced around, seeing the decor Eloise had found hidden under the stairs was strewn about the living room and steps. He heard no yelling or screaming, and judging by the passive exhaustion on Charlotte's features, she stopped giving a damn at this point.
Loki got up, forgetting a knife to cut his meat, and returned just as a map of the Eastern country was shown in various blues and purples on the screen. He kept the plate in his lap to cut his pork neatly, and took a bite. Just as before, Charlotte's cooking was good enough to continue eating, even taking a few bits of the noodles. The breading of the pork was a tad spicy, but he liked that mixture she somehow surprised him with. Nearly made the cooked meats in Asgard bland. He wasn't as fond of the noodles, but it seemed Charlotte was going overboard with them as she had just gotten up for a second helping.
"The weather for the remainder of the week will be chilly. But expect a sudden snowfall this weekend into next week." Said the weather woman on the television. "It'll cover the East Coast in about a few inches, while more of us in land and near the mountains, might be reaching over ten inches."
"That'd be great if we got snow." Eloise said to herself.
Loki looked over just as Charlotte rejoined. "How often are snow falls here?" he asked.
She shrugged, "It's different every year; sometimes we get good snow in Winter, other times it can even snow around the beginning of Spring. Rarely snows around Christmas anymore, it'll all probably be cold rain again." Charlotte picked up the remote and started flicking through channels.
Eloise stood, taking her plate. "Wouldn't it be perfect for snow, Sissy? Take a day to play in the snow."
She stood and moved around the back of the couch earning a humming response from her sister. The plate and fork clanked into the sink without care, Loki frowned seeing this sister not cleaning her own dishes and returned to sit on the floor contently. Hadn't she come here to help her sister?
"You done?" Loki noticed Charlotte was pointing at his plate, meat gone and some noodles left behind.
"Oh yes, thank you for cooking."
He handed her the plate and she stood, going right to work cleaning the dishes and filling the dishwasher. Charlotte then got to putting the noodles in a plastic bag and wrapped the leftover pork placing both in the fridge.
Thinking no one noticed, she bent over the counter pressing her forehead at the edge of the sink. Mitsy wandered over pawing her leg, earning a pat on the head. Loki turned to her twin, seeing she had stolen the remote and looking for something to watch. Once again, no concern or care that she had shown earlier this afternoon.
Loki stood and walked over, tilting his head to see her. "If you wish, we could always kick dear little sister out the door." He offered, she turned her head, hair falling out of her face. "I'll even do the honors."
He smiled, earning a small one back from Charlotte. "Thanks," She said, standing and patting his shoulder. "But I prefer the screaming matches down to a zero."
"Understood." He nodded, though still wanted to physically throw her out.
"I'm going to bed." Called Charlotte, Mitsy followed along toward the stairs. "Keep it down, Eloise."
"Yeah, uh-huh." She waved off behind her. "Night!"
Charlotte moved the boxes off the steps and trudged up to her room. She pulled the curtain and collapsed onto the bed. Tomorrow was going to take forever to get through.
Yeah, this chapter is all over the place, learning of Charlotte's crazy sister. Leave a comment/review and see you next time! Stay safe, much love!