The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 36: London..?

I ended up getting a few hours of sleep.
Not that many, though.
Even though I didn't have any nightmares, I still had thoughts. So that never helps.
As soon as I open my eyes to get up, I gasp, almost about to shout.
But he covers my mouth.
"What are you doing? You'll get caught if you scream." Loki says.
"What am I doing? You're standing over my bed!"
"Well I don't think I'm standing over it. I'm silently standing on the side of it." He corrects.
I sit up, pulling the covers off of me.
"What are you doing out of the closet?" I ask him.
"Well, you don't expect me to stay cooped up in a closet for 24 hours each day, do you?"
"You don't have anywhere else to go, do you?"
"Well, no but..."
"Well, then you have to be in that closet a lot."
"Oh, come on. I never get caught."
"Oh, so you didn't get caught during that attack on New York thing?"
I didn't know much about the attack, but it was in his memories.
He giggles a bit.
"I didn't get caught if I was already seen doing what I did."
"That doesn't change the fact you were in a cell and you're wanted. You're literally in the tower of the Avengers who want you."
"And?"
"You'll eventually get caught. And sneaking out of the closet won't help at all."
He paces back and forth in the room.
He didn't like the closet, I could tell.
I mean, who does?
It's not the biggest closet.
And, I mean, who likes living in a closet?
"I'll find some place for you." I claim.
He chuckles a bit, but there's sadness in his eyes a bit.
"Where would anyone let me in?" He asks, looking me in the eye.
"Well, surely somebody."
"Have you forgotten that everybody knows who I am since the attack on New York?"
"But it's wasn't even you."
"Oh dear, you can't just tell them that."
"I mean I can."
"Don't."
"Why?"
"Just," he sighs, "Don't."
He flops down onto the chair and begins to think.
Well, it looks like he's thinking.
He doesn't say much for a while, and neither do I.
Ever since I met him, I haven't even had the time to process who he actually was.
Technically he's a God, a 'criminal', and a lot of things people don't like.
I wouldn't call him a criminal, though. Perhaps a victim.
And for the time being, I haven't even realized how good he actually looked.
I mean, come on. All the Avengers here were kind of good looking, I have to admit.
And even though Loki isn't an avenger, he's still pretty good looking.
But I won't tell him that.
I mean, come on.
"How are you planning on getting to my... father... anyways?" I ask Loki.
"He can't exactly be that hard to find." He answers.
"Why would you think that?"
"Come on, really? If he wants you, then he'll surely want to think you're coming to find him and kill him, which he wants."
"So if we find him, it's a trap?"
"It's not a trap if you know about it."
"Yes... it is..."
"Sure it is. I'm the God of Mischief. I know a thing or two, because I've seen a thing or two."
I laugh a little bit.
"What is it?"
"You- you just quoted a state farm commercial."
"I did no such thing." He smirks.
"Right." I chuckle.
I flop back down onto my bed.
"So, when do we find him?" I ask.
He turns over to me, confused.
"You want to look for him now?"
I shrug, "Why not?"
He smirks a bit, "You'll surely need to train."
"Me? I need to train? Have you seen me?" I ask, holding up my metal arm.
"All it is, is a piece of metal."
"Yeah, a strong one."
"You know how to fight well?"
"Of course I do."
"We'll need to test that."
"Where, exactly?"
He walks over to me, and reveals the tesseract again.
"Do you have plans today?" He asks.
"Not necessarily."
"Good." He says, grabbing hold of my hand as he holds the tesseract in the other.
A small cloud of blue comes over us, and suddenly, we're no longer in my bedroom.
"Loki, where are we?" I ask, looking around.
We were on a roof. An unfamiliar one.
It was quite large, and it didn't look like New York City.
It was actually really high up, except there were railings on the side of this roof.
"In a Grocery Store," he says, rolling his eyes, "What does it look like?"
"I know what it looks like, dumb ass. But where are we."
"Oh, I believe we are in London." He answers, calmly.
"London?!"
"That is what I said, isn't it?"
"Clearly. But why are we in London? Everybody will realize I'm missing."
"No, they won't."
"How come?"
"I made sure to write a little note on your door."
"A what?"
He rolls his eyes again, "A note."
"What did the note say?"
He sighs, "Have you yet to connect the dots?"
I shrug, and he sighs again.
"It mentions how you went on a day trip around the city to look around."
I just stare at him, and begin to laugh.
"That is the worst excuse ever."
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't have a better idea."
"You're right, I don't. But you could've came up with something better."
"I suppose so, but it'll have to do." He says, hiding the tesseract again.
"So, what now?" I say, walking up to the railing.
"We train." He answers.
"I should be the one training you." I joke.
"Why so?"
"I've been fighting for a long time. I think I know how to deal with another guy."
"We shall see."
He motions for me to come toward him.
I soon walk over to him, facing him.
But something seems a bit off.
"Try and punch me." He says.
I raise my eyebrow, but he just stands there, waiting.
I hold my hand in a fist, about to punch him, but he disappears in thin air, and I feel a small slap on the back of my head.
I turn around to see Loki.
"How....?" I question.
He was literally right in front of me.
And now he was behind me.
"How what?" He asks, smirking.
"How did you get there?"
"I was here the entire time."
"No, you were in front of me."
"Ah, that's where you were wrong. That was called an illusion. You do know what an illusion is, correct?"
"Obviously... I just didn't know you could do that."
"Clearly you need training." He smirks.
"I'm pretty sure my 'father' can't form illusions."
"But are you certain about it?"
I don't answer him.
I mean, I wasn't certain.
"That's what I thought. You must be prepared for anything."
"Then I will be."
"Surely, since I'm here." He gloats.
I take in the view of the building, quickly.
It was 10:17 in New York, so it would probably be around 3 in the afternoon here.
It was quite beautiful, actually.
"You're distracted." Loki says, smirking.
"No, I'm not." I answer.
"Then are you ready to train?"
I nod, ready.
I didn't want to be gone too long.
The Avengers would be worried where I am....
Or not.
Probably not.
He pulls out two daggers that were hiding up his sleeve.
"Hey, woah, put the knives away." I say, backing away.
"Well I'm not actually going to hurt you. What kind of person would I be if I did that?" He says.
"Probably a terrible person." I joke.
He throws me one, and I obviously catch it.
"You don't just throw these things around." I say, tightly holding it, "They're dangerous."
"You caught it, did you not?"
I roll my eyes, gripping the dagger tighter.
I rush toward him a bit, holding it out in front of him.
His dagger immediately clashes with mine.
I attempt to hit his dagger out of his hand, since I couldn't exactly hurt him.
I could probably easily hurt him, but I wouldn't.
I try to grab the dagger out of his hand, with my metal arm since it can't exactly hurt me.
But, again, he disappears in front of me, and I fall forward a bit.
And suddenly, from the left side of me, Loki knocks the dagger out of my hand, shoving me to the ground a bit.
"Oh, come on, you had to have seen that coming." Loki chuckles.
"No, not really."
"Then there is your weakness. You must understand what is actually happening."
"Oh, and I bet you know all about knowing what's actually happening?" I joke.
I didn't always realize what was always happening.
So, he was right.
But I'm not going to admit that to him.
I mean, come on. Who would?
"I do." He smirks.
"Wow, you must be Mr. Perfect then, if you know everything."  I say, standing up.
"Yes," He smirks, "Yes I am."
I put both of my hands into a fist, ready to "fight" him.
"What are you doing?" He asks, confused.
"About to fight...."
"You look incredibly ridiculous."
I throw my arms to my side and shrug.
"I don't have to look pretty while fighting." I exclaim.
"But you can." He smirks.
I roll my eyes and clench my hands into a fist again.
"No illusions." I tell him.
He frowns a bit, but nods.
I could easily fist fight him.
I've been doing it for.. well, the time that I could remember.
He leans in for a punch first, but it was quite obvious, so I stop it.
I didn't want to exactly hurt him, so I probably wouldn't.
I attempt to kick him on his legs, so he'd fall over and I could be done with this.
But, he didn't even fall over.
He just tripped up a bit.
He attempts to punch me again, but I duck and try to kick his legs again so he'd fall.
This time, I succeeded.
Before he can get back up, I pin him to the ground.
"Can we go back to the tower now?" I smile, still holding him to the ground.
"Not until you can beat me in a fight." He explains, trying to get back up.
"I just did, dumb ass. You're the one pinned to the ground."
"Am I?" He smirks, somehow getting out of my grip, and turning around to pin me to the ground.
"Oh, come on. You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" He smirks.
He looks into my eyes before getting back up.
"Now, how do you suppose you'll beat me in a fight?" Loki asks.
"I don't exactly want to fight you. If I fought you, you'd be dead right now."
"I don't doubt that for a moment. You're wearing a weapon." He chuckles.
I try laughing along with it, but I didn't like people calling my arm a weapon.
I mean, yeah, it was made to be a weapon.
But I don't want it to be anymore.
So I try to make it otherwise.
It's just.. a sensitive topic, I suppose.
I guess he could tell my laugh was fake, because he looks up at me and stops laughing.
"My apologies..." he begins.
"It's alright." I cut him off.
He looks a bit guilty now.
He sighs and looks out at the mid-day sky.
"Well," he clears his throat, "I think you've had enough for one day."
I'm a bit confused, considering we weren't even here that long.
But sure.
He reveals the tesseract again, like before, and grabs hold of my hand.
The cloud of blue washes over us again, and we're back in my room.
He smiles a bit, before walking back into the closet.
I think I made him a bit guilty.
Whoops.
I mean I didn't mean to have a fake sounding laugh.

I was about to leave the room, but then I realized something.
Loki had nothing to do in that closet.
At all.
"I'll be right back." I whisper to him.
I can't see the expression on his face, but all he says is, "Alright."
I find a few books that were lying around on some desks, and grab them.
They didn't look like important books, just... books.
Nobody would notice they're missing.
Unless Tony really wanted to look for something that was off.
I head back to my room, opening the closet.
Loki looks up at me, and then at the books in my hand.
"What is it?" He asks.
"These are book...." I answer.
Gosh, I hope he knows what a book is.
"Clearly.... for me?"
I nod, handing him the books.
He smiles a bit, but tries to hide it.
"Enjoy em'." I say, before closing the closet again.
As soon as the closet door closes, I can hear the flipping of a page.
He was already reading it.
I hope it wasn't a boring book, I chose.
But, the pages kept flipping every 1-2 minutes, so I assume he likes the book.
Nicely done.