The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 39: 3:30am..

I wake up at 3:30am.
I didn't even get much sleep last night.
But at least I didn't have any nightmares during the hours I did sleep.
I really wanted to go back to sleep, but once I'm up I'm just... gonna stay awake.
But I was exhausted.
I sit up, flipping the pillow to the other side.
My eyes were still closed, for I didn't feel like opening them. If I did, I'd feel the need to stay awake.
My head crashes back onto the pillow, from exhaustion.
I needed to fall back to sleep.... but something felt off.
I felt a familiar presence near me.
I tried to shake the feeling away. I hated that gut feeling.
But I couldn't.
I decide to just open my eyes, now staring at the ceiling.
As much as I needed to sleep, I also needed to check why I felt someone was near.
I rub my eyes, as I sit up facing the closet.... which was now open.
It takes me a moment to realize why the closet was open.
I'd completely forgotten Loki basically lived in there.

My head bolts to the side of the room, as I hear a little creak in the floor.
Well, at least I knew he was okay and not wandering around the tower.
There Loki was, standing, looking out of the window;  as the stars shone through the window. He held, tightly, onto his snake, Frigga Lokison.
I don't think he realized I was awake, because as soon as the bed creaked when I stood up, he jumped in place, and turned around.
As soon as he realized it was just me waking up, he turned back to the window.
I cautiously walked up to the side of him, looking out the window with him.
I don't know why he was looking out the window, or why he had his snake with him, but it must be important.
I mean, come on, it's 3:30am.
There's always reason for being wide awake late at night.
"I see you've been sleeping well." I joke, obviously whispering.
Loki smirks a bit, still facing the stars.
"Not particularly." He says.
He holds Frigga close to him, staring at the brightest star.
"You really love Frigga, don't you?" I chuckle.
"Yes, I do. I love her, dearly..." He answers, not paying much attention to what I'm saying.
I was a bit confused on to why he said "her".
And I was a bit confused onto why he answers the question very seriously.
Like, not jokingly either.
I think Loki realizes what he'd said, because he laughs it off a bit, "It's a snake. I love snakes. I love all snakes dearly..."
I knew there was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't mind.
It's 3:30am in the morning.
If he wanted to bring it up, he would.

He didn't once take his eyes off of the stars.
"You know, they shine much brighter on Asgard." He mentions.
At first, I didn't realize what he meant, and I think he realized that too.
"The stars." He adds.
Oh, shit, duh.
It's too early in the morning to be thinking.
I wondered what Asgard really looks like.
Sure, I saw some of his memories, but I didn't exactly know what everything looked like.
I did only get glimpses of his memories.
"I reckon you'd like Asgard." Loki insists.
I was a bit confused onto why he wasn't making any jokes.
Usually he made jokes at, well, terrible times.
From what I've seen, at least.
It was usually sarcasm.
"Yeah." I answer, not wanting to leave him with nothing.

Eventually, he stops looking at the stars, and over to the alarm clock.
It was already 4:02am.
I really wanted to sleep, but I felt like a bitch if I went back to sleep before he did.
I don't really know why.
"You should get some sleep." I tell Loki.
He, silently, walks back to the closet and closes it behind him.
That was a bit odd.
Maybe I was dreaming.
Maybe I'm still dreaming.. probably not.
And I won't pinch myself to check.
Honestly, I don't care anymore.
I collapse back onto my bed, and immediately shut my eyes.
It usually takes me 15 minutes, at least, to fall back to sleep.
Great.
I try keeping still in one position to fall asleep, but I end up turning a lot.
I open one of my eyes, checking the time.
It's seriously already 4:25am?
Ugh.
I really need some sleep.

Suddenly, I hear the closet door, slowly and cautiously, open.
I knew it was just Loki, but I don't even know why he's leaving the closet again.
I hear his footsteps make his way over to my bed.
I sense him hovering over my bed, for what seems to be a few seconds.
I assume he was checking to see if I was asleep.
Ha, I'm not.
As he's no longer in front of me, hovering over my bed, I open one eye, just a bit.
There he was, standing at the window again, holding Frigga Lokison.
I really wanted to ask what the deal was.
He can easily get caught, if somebody just walked in.

I watched as he reached his finger tips up to his mouth, gave a faint kiss onto them, and extended his hand out toward the window, or in this case, the shiniest star.
I really don't know what that's about.
He looks back down at Frigga, and smiles faintly.
I couldn't really tell because of the darkness, but with the moonlight shining through the window, it looked as though a tear slid down his face.

He walked back over to the closet, holding Frigga tightly, and went back inside the closet.

I had to be dreaming. This was so strange, and I don't even know what he was doing.
I'll just ask him, if I remember, when I wake up again.
...

I flutter my eyes open, looking to the alarm clock.
It was only 6:24am.
Welp, no point in going back to sleep.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
I didn't know if Loki wanted to train today.
I assume he did, though.
I slowly stand up, making my way over to the closet.
Slowly, I slide the closet door open.
There he was, sleeping so peacefully on his side.
His hair looked a bit crazy, but it was somewhat cute.
He was curled up into a ball on his side, hugging his snake tightly.
If I woke him up, I'd be the biggest asshole in the universe.
He looked so calm and peaceful.
I slowly close the closet door, and make my way out to the kitchen.
I'd need a coffee.
I didn't really know how to make it though, so I hoped somebody would be awake.

I stumble into the kitchen, and open the fridge.
It was still a bit dark outside, so the most light that was in the tower came from the light inside the fridge, and a small table lamp.
I take a small piece of bread, and stick it in the toaster.
As I do, I look at the coffee machine, clueless.

I hear footsteps coming, so I turn to see who it could be.
Peter, it is.
Great.
He gives the faintest smile I've ever seen, and opens the fridge.
He takes out a carton of milk, and grabs a box of cereal that sit on top of the fridge.
He poured all of it into a small bowl.
As he did so, I struggled with the coffee machine.
It was a Keurig? Or whatever it's called.
I have no idea.
What happened to the old fashioned coffee making?
I was so confused.
I open the little latch thingy, and I guess I'm supposed to put something inside of it?
I look for anything that could possibly fit inside of it.
I find a little cup of coffee grounds and put it inside. Yay, it fits.
I close the little latch and just stare at the machine.
What now?
I tap the machine, and push at it a bit.
Where's the coffee?
I notice Peter watching, and he comes over to me.
He takes out a mug, and puts it under the machine.
As soon as he presses a button, the coffee comes spilling out of it.
"Oh, thanks." I say.
"No problem." He says, a bit coldly.
He goes to sit down on one of the seats in front of the kitchen island.
I watch as the coffee stops pouring out of the machine, so I take the mug away from the machine.
The kitchen now smelled like freshly brewed coffee.
I take my mug, and take out a plate as the toast pops out of the toaster.
I liked my toast plain, and my coffee black, so I didn't really have to do anything else but eat it all.
I sit down on a chair close to Peter, but not directly next to him. More like 3 seats over.
I take a sip of my coffee and begin to eat.
Eventually, it gets too silent for me to bear.
"So, uhm. You sleep well?" I ask.
What the fuck am I even doing?
He doesn't want to talk to me, obviously.
He just nods, and continues to eat his cereal.
I wish he'd talk to me, or at least give me a better answer as to why he won't talk to me.
"You're a monster," isn't exactly an answer.
It's just a name for me, I guess.
A label.
"I'm sorry." I say.
I don't even know why I'm saying sorry, really.
His eyebrows narrow, and he looks over to me.
"What?" He asks.
"I said I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asks, a bit confused now.
"For whatever I did. I haven't exactly figured it out yet, but I'm sorry for whatever it is."
I go back to eating, and leave it at that.
He looked a bit guilty.
But, I ignored it.
He didn't answer after what I said, he just looked, like I said, guilty.
As soon as I finish my breakfast, I put the dishes in the bowl, and leave Peter to finish his cereal.
I head back to my room, but something feels way off.
My door was closed, obviously.
But the light was on now.
I did not turn it on.
And Loki wouldn't be foolish enough to turn it on.
I really don't want to walk inside.
"Go ahead, go inside." I hear from behind me, and I nearly jump.
Oh, shit.
It's Stark.
"Why?" I ask him.
"I think, you know why." He answers, and leaves it at that.
He pushes me a bit, toward the door more.
No, please, God, no.
Oh God, Loki, I hope you hid yourself.