The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 37: Starbucks..

It was probably about 3 in the afternoon, now.
I hope Loki had enough to read before night falls.
I hated that he had to sit in a closet all of the time, but that's the best I have for him.

Now that I think of it, I'm a bit pissed. It's almost the New Year, and I still haven't been helped the way everybody claimed I could.
Sure, I had food, clothing, and water here.... but I didn't want to live with the fact that I could kill any of these people in the tower with the saying of a few words.
I couldn't live with that.
But right now, I have a bigger problem. My "father". I don't want to kill him, but I don't want him to be alive either.
It's a bit confusing.
I've done enough killing, and I can't do it again.
Maybe that's where Loki comes in.
He's supposedly going to help me with this problem without bringing the Avengers into it.
They had enough problems, I assume.
I don't know how Loki feels about murder, but I also don't know what he's planning for him.

I head back to my room, quickly, and open the closet.
Loki looks up from his book, a bit startled.
"What?" He asks.
"I need a coat." I say, grabbing one.
"Where are you headed?"
"I don't know." I answer.
I quickly put on the coat and the same boots I wore everyday.
I'm about to leave, "Wait..." I hear.
I stop at the door.
"What?" I ask Loki.
"May I come along?" He asks, desperately wanting to get out of the closet.
It was a bad idea. He couldn't come. He would easily be spotted.
I go back and open the closet again.
There was desperation in his eyes, too.
Damnit.
Now I feel like a bitch if I say no.
"Please?" He asks, closing his book.
I sigh.
"I guess. But how are you supposed to sneak out with me?" I ask.
He smirks a bit, and right before my eyes... he's a snake?
"Put me in your pocket." He says.
"What?"
"Your pocket. Just don't squash me. I'm not quite in the mood to die today... especially as a snake."
I sigh, gently picking him.. or the snake.. up into my pocket.
His head stuck out of my pocket, but I covered him with my hand.
I wasn't going to have to explain to anyone why the fuck there's a snake in my pocket.
I make my way down toward the lobby of the tower, and breathe in the fresh air once I make it outside.
"In the alley, go there." Loki demands.
I "unsuspiciously" make my way toward an alley, peeking around to make sure nobody can see me.
I carefully place the snake.. or Loki.. onto the ground, and he transforms back into himself.
He brushes dirt off of his pants and looks back up at me. Well, down at me, really. He's tall.
"You realize when one shoves a person into a suffocated area, they could stop breathing?" Loki says.
"And?"
"You blocked me from getting air.... so much in return for me helping you." He jokes.
"Well, you haven't helped me yet, exactly." I answer.
He rolls his eyes and make his way toward the busy streets.
"Where are you off to?" He asks, standing side by side on the sidewalk.
"No where, really. I just don't like being in one place for so long." I answer.
"Why not?"
"You know, I've been in one place for so long. Now, whenever I'm in a place for too long it feels.... crowded. Perhaps even unsafe."
He nods, confirming he's listening.
I didn't really know where to bring him. People know who he is.
Yes, he put on a bit of a disguise.
A baseball cap and normal clothing. He was recognizable, but to the average person, not really.
From my knowledge, not everybody knows exactly what Loki looks like.
I look up at some of the shops and spot a "Starbucks". I have no idea what it is, but it seems cool.
"Want to head in there?" I ask him, pointing to the cafe.
"What's a 'Starbucks'?" He asks, confused.
"The name of the place, dumb ass." I chuckle.
He rolls his eyes.
I grab him by the arm, dragging him into the cafe.
As soon as we entered, the place smelled like coffee.
"I have some cash." I tell him, pulling the fifty dollar bill from my pocket.
"Where did you come upon money?" He asks.
"I stole it.... obviously." I answer.
I stole it from Stark. He doesn't exactly notice.
And thank goodness he doesn't.
"From whom?" He asks.
"Nobody important." I chuckle.
He looks up at the menu and he looks so lost.
"What's a coffee?" He asks.
"You really don't know what coffee is? Even I know what coffee is." I laugh.
"We don't exactly drink coffee on Asgard."
"Then what do you drink?"
"Not coffee."
I look up to the menu and decide to just get a caramel frappe. It sounded fancy.
Soon, we're next in line.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today?" The lady at the counter asks.
"Just a caramel frappe, please." I answer.
"Size?"
"Oh, uh- medium I guess."
That was stupid.
She puts the order in and looks up at Loki.
"Anything else?" She asks.
Loki looks extremely panicked, not knowing how to answer.
"I..." he stutters, clearly not knowing what anything even is on the menu.
"He'll have what I got." I answer, so he doesn't get embarrassed.
But he looks really embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed and he was picking at his hand.
He looks over to the glass of baked goods and his eyes widen.
Obviously, he wanted something from it.
"Anything else, or will that be all?" The lady asks, again.
I turn over to Loki who is aggressively staring at a unicorn cake pop. Hilarious.
"Two unicorn cake pops. And that will be all." I chuckle.
"$10.52." She says.
I hand her the fifty dollar bill and she hands me back the change, and leaves to go get our order.
My hand tapped against the counter, waiting.
I didn't even realize how loud I was tapping the counter until Loki taps me on the shoulder, and gestures to my hand.
I immediately stop, realizing it's my metal arm.
Wow, I'm so great at hiding it.
I'm glad Loki pointed it out, I guess he know I'm insecure about it. Or he wanted to embarrass me more. I don't know.
The order comes over to the counter and I take all of the stuff, leading Loki to a table.
He looked a bit impatient to get his cake pop.
I sit down at a free table, that looks the cleanest, and Loki sat across from me.
He stared intently at the bag of cake pops, rather than the actual drink.
I slide the drink across the table first, and he looks at it strangely.
He hesitantly takes the straw and pokes it into the drink. He tips it a bit, and sniffs it.
It was pretty amusing.
He looks up at me, still holding the drink.
But then, he puts it down and leans against the chair, folding his arms.
"I don't trust it." He says, a bit too seriously.
"And why not?" I ask, resisting my urge to laugh.
He shrugs and looks down at the "un-trustable" drink.
"You try it first.." he demands, not exactly asking.
I smirk, finding this amusing, and take a sip of the drink.
I'd never tried the drink before either. I've only had straight up coffee with some cream and sugar.
It was actually pretty good.
"It's not... not poi-..." I stutter, clearly faking.
I pretend to pass out on my chair.
Ha.
He definitely wouldn't drink the coffee after this, but this was too easy.
"Sarah?" He says, and I can hear him sit up in the chair.
"Sarah?" He asks, a bit more panicked, but not much.
He gets up from his chair, and leans next to me, trying to shake me awake.
Obviously, I was awake. But I'm gonna see how long I can do this... ha.
"Sarah, come on. You must wake up. Don't make a fool of yourself dying in a Starbucks." He whispers.
Honestly, I'm surprised NOBODY has said anything.
I had to show him I was awake now.
If I don't, I'm a bitch.
I bolt up quickly, startling him, "Boo."
He places his hand over his heart, clearly startled, and sits back down into his chair.
"Don't do that." He exclaims.
"It was a joke," I laugh, "You really thought I'd die in a Starbucks?"
Even if it was a poison, I wouldn't feel the affect of the poison for another minute or two.
"Of course not.." he mutters.
"Where you actually scared for me?" I joke.
"Of course not. Why would I feel pity?" He answers.
I grab the cake pop bag, and he sits up in his chair rather than slumping down into it.
"Can I have that?" He asks.
"Hm...." I chuckle.
"I'm not asking. Give me it, now."
I hand him the unicorn cake pop, and can't help but laugh.
I mean, come on. These cake pops are basically made for 6 year olds that believe in magic.
Well, some sorts of magic is real here I guess.
He holds the cake pop, admiring it.
He slowly take a nibble into the cake pop unicorn's ear.
I'm not even gonna lie, this is just adorable.

He eventually finishes the cake pop, and stares at the bag with my cake pop inside.
He slowly reaches his hand across the table, trying to bring the bag closer to him.
"Loki! No! That's mine." I say, grabbing the bag.
He frowns.
"Drink your frappe." I tell him.
"I don't want to." He says.
"I literally just paid for that drink with my own m- I mean I just paid for that drink with money..."
"And?"
"Money is low."
"So?"
"So, what?! You don't just ask "so"."
"Why not?"
"Loki. Drink. The. Frappe."
He stares at me, not even smiling.
"No."
He tries his so very hardest to keep a straight face, but I could see the smile begin to trickle.
The corners of his mouth formed into a small smile, here and there, and back to a straight face, repeatedly.
"Drink it. Now." I tell him.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
He looks over to the bag that is now placed onto the table and he grabs it quickly, taking the unicorn cake pop out of the bag.
"LOK-..." I'm about to shout, but don't.
People still knew his name.
I've been unknowingly been saying his name aloud for the past time we've been here.
How smart of me.
He mocks me by putting the cake pop closer to his mouth, pulling it away from his mouth, and putting it closer to his mouth again... repeatedly.
"Don't. You. Dare." I say.
"It's far too late for that." He says, biting into the cake pop.
"How.. DARE you take my unicorn cake pop." I say.
He smirks while he finishes the cake pop.
"Who.. ever said," He says, cake still stuffed into his mouth, making it a struggle to speak, "It was yours?"
"Excuse me, I bought these."
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean?"
"Stark technically did." He chuckles.
"Shut up, right now. How do you even know it's his?"
"It's really not too difficult to connect the dots."
"Well, shut up about it. Nobody needs to know..."
He smirks a bit, and looks down at his drink.
"Are you going to try it? Or do you need me to try it again?"
"No, no need to try it again. You made it quite clear there's no poison." He says, staring intently at the drink.
He lifts up the drink, nearly about to try it, but he puts it back down on the table.
"Wait." He begins.
"What?"
"What if.." he whispers, "What if that mortal recognized me and put poison in it?"
I couldn't help but laugh.
The whole cafe was filled with my laughter, and he looks extremely embarrassed.
"I'm being serious." He says, and this makes me laugh harder.
I continue to laugh for another minute straight.
"People don't just keep poison in cafes!" I laugh.
"How would you know?"
"It's common sense!"
"Is it?"
He frowns, looking at his drink.
He FINALLY takes a sip of it.
His face quickly goes from concerned, to disgusted.
"Why does it taste so horrid?" He asks.
"It does not taste horrid."
"Well, mine does. I want another drink."
I roll my eyes, and he stands up.
"Oh, you're being serious?"
"Yes, purchase me another drink without this horrid coffee in it, now."
I chuckle, and go to the counter.
Nobody else was in line.
It was a different barista, so it's not as awkward going back up there.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today?" The man asks.
I look at the menu, and look for a non- coffee drink.
"A medium vanilla bean frappe." I answer.
Loki looks at me in disbelief.
I assume he thinks that all frappes have coffee.
"There's no coffee in it." I whisper.
He looks a bit confused, though.
"And will that be all?" The barista asks.
"Yes." I answer.
"$4.56." He says, as I hand over the money.

Soon, the drink is done and I hand it to Loki.
He sniffs it, and he looks a bit more pleased than before.
He, non-hesitantly, takes a sip.
His face lights up a bit and it's hysterical.
"I like this drink." He says, drinking it fast.
"Don't drink it too fast, you'll get a brain freeze."
He smirks, "I don't get 'brain freezes', whatever that is."
But soon enough, he puts his hand up to his forehead.
"What is this pain?" He asks.
"A brain freeze." I chuckle.
"My brain is frozen?" He asks.
"Loki.... no... just no."
He shrugs it off, and continues to drink his frappe.
I'm so glad I let him come with me.