The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 42: The Cat That Brought More Than a Meow..

"Can you see who it is?" Loki asks.
"If I knew who or what it is, do you think I'd be telling you to shut the fuck up?" I whisper.
He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but instead, he takes my word of advice.
I sneak up toward the window, and peek outside, but nobody's there.
"Well?" Loki asks.
"Nobody's there..."
But the knocking and scratching continued.
I slowly open the door, expecting to see someone.
But instead, I see nobody.
That is, until I look down.
"Oh. My. God."
"What is it?" Loki asks.
I pick up what was on the ground and present it to Loki.
"You've got to be joking."
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
"We can't let a cat in here."
"It's a kitten, not a cat."
"Is there supposed to be a difference?"
"Yes, a kitten is a baby cat."
"Well, put it back down."
"No, we're keeping him."
"We're not keeping him."
"But... he's so cold." I say, putting on a sad face.
"Is that your best excuse?"
"No, trust me, I'm pretty good at convincing. But this little guy needs shelter."
Loki stares at the kitten for a few seconds, looks back up at me, and rolls his eyes.
"Fine."
"Yay."
The kitten was was black and white, and it had bluish, green eyes.
"What should we name him?" I ask, putting him on the floor.
"We're naming him?"
"Well we can call him cat, but I don't think that's a good name." I say, sarcastically.
"Cat is a perfect name. He's a cat."
"Wow, you're so creative it's unbelievable."
The cat goes over to where Loki sits, and rubs up against his legs.
"What's he doing?! Is he trying to kill me?" Loki asks, looking extremely concerned.
"No, he likes you." I smile.
"Well, you could tell cat that I don't like him." Loki says, bringing his legs onto the bed so that the cat can't bother him.
"Why don't you like him? He's a cat."
"He looks like he's planning something..."
"Loki, he's a cat."
"Is that supposed to make it any less harmful?"
"Oh dear, it's a cat! He won't hurt you."
"What about his little claws?"
"You're a fucking God, I don't think a cat scratch will kill you."
Loki looks over the bed, looking down at the cat.
"I still don't trust it."
"Well, I do. So, what should we name him?"
"I could care less about the name of a pet."
I look down at the cat, and he comes over to me.
He lays down, asking for attention.
I smile a bit, "I'm gonna call him Sam."
Loki looks up at me, looking as though he were sad for me.
I look up at Loki, give him a quick smile, and look back down to Sam.
Sam was my brothers name.
Loki knew that, too.
"That's a nice name." Loki says, trying to clear the sadness I now felt.
I didn't even remember him much, but I knew who he was.
And that was enough.
I'm just glad I remember him.
"I'll protect you, Sam," I smile, looking down at the cat, "No harm will ever come your way."
The cat meows and comes up to me, trying to cuddle with me, and I can't help but shed a tear.
I always hated crying.
It made me feel weak.
And I didn't like feeling weak.
I quickly wipe the tear away, not wanting to show my weakness, but I know Loki already saw it.
I pick up the cat in my arms, and go to sit on the bed with the cat, near Loki.
Even Loki didn't know what to say.
I probably ruined the whole ass mood.
Yay, me.
Suddenly, Loki clears his throat, "Now, you know that I know what happened to your family, it's only fair you know what happened to my mother..."
I look up to Loki, who looked a bit sad, but didn't want to show it.
"You don't have to." I tell him.
"I'm aware." He says.
He take a deep breath, and sighs.
"My mother was, I felt, the only person who loved me. She's the only reason I wasn't executed after all that I had done. She truly was brilliant..." he says.
"What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?"
"She was killed. Killed by Dark Elves." He answers, trying his best not to shed a tear, but his eyes were already teary.
"Why wasn't it in your memories..?" I ask.
"Oh, it is. I remember my mother dying, clearly, I just- I just didn't see her die."
"And.. a funeral?"
"I wasn't allowed to attend it," He says, a tear now falling down his face, "I didn't even say goodbye."
He reveals the snake, Frigga, just like he does with the tesseract.
"This is the closest thing I have, anymore. Even if it isn't from her."
"It reminds you of her?"
He sighs, tears now freely slipping down his cheeks, "Yes."
I sit, silently as he admires the snake plush.
I felt awful for him.
As much as it was hard to believe, we were actually pretty similar.
Neither of us got to say goodbye.
Neither of us expected it.
And neither of us have anything from the ones we loved.
I place Sam down on the bed, letting him off my lap.
I go over to Loki, who sat on the other side of the bed, and hug him.
I don't think he expected that, because he jumps a bit.
But he needed a hug.
And so did I.
He was hesitant to hug back, but he did anyways.
He had to.
He leaned his head against my shoulder, still crying a bit as he looked down at the snake.
"She'd be proud of you."
"Would she?"
"Yeah. Yeah, she would."
He smiles a bit, but he's still crying.
Although it was a terrible thing to have in common, I had someone to relate to.
Someone that experienced the same kind of pain.
"She'd be proud of how far you've come." I tell him, trying to brighten his mood a bit.
He looked like he was going to stay something, but he didn't.
Silence was okay.
Silence was good.
You know how when you're driving a car when its raining, and the rain is just hitting the car so heavily that it could be frustrating? And then, suddenly, you drive under a bridge. And for a few moments, the rain goes away. And so does the frustration.
That's what this felt like, I think.
For the longest time, almost always, I'm frustrated with myself. And then, there's the moments I'm not. There's the moments where I feel at peace for a while. And then, once again, I'm frustrated again.
Just like that bridge that a car drives under when it's raining.
...
It was now around 9:00 at night.
We'd eaten dinner in mostly silence, kind of grieving all over again.
And we'd both took a shower, one at a time.
And now, we were both in pajamas, ready to sleep the rest of the day away.
And as much as I hated sleeping, it was so peaceful.
For the time being, I don't have to think.
I could be floating in outer space, in a dream, for all I know.
And I'd still feel at peace.
Unless, that is, I had a nightmare.
But so far, I've been good with not having any nightmares.
Loki turned off the light and I hopped on my side of the bed, and he did the same with his side.
I think, now that he was thinking a lot, he was crying again.
I did a lot of thinking at night, too.
So it made sense to me.
As much as I wanted to just sleep, I couldn't.
I couldn't just fall asleep peacefully knowing that Loki was still wide awake, crying his eyes out, as silent as can be.
I turn around, still laying down, to face him.
"Do you need another hug?" I ask him.
He turns his head, facing me, clearly not expecting me to ask that.
"What?"
"Do you need another hug?" I ask again.
He stays silent for a few moments, still a bit surprised.
He looks up to the ceiling, and nods.
I inch closer to him, and wrap my arms around him, giving him a hug.
Nothing more.
Just a hug.
Just two broken souls trying to comfort each other.
And a hug would never be enough, but that was okay.
Because it was all we had.
Most nights, I sat in darkness, overwhelmed by things I wish I wouldn't think about.
And that was one of those nights.
But at least I had someone.
And maybe I could try, to give Loki someone to depend on too.
Because nobody deserved to be independent and lonely their entire lives.
Even if it was temporary.
We all need someone.