The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 66: Smurf...

Two days later, Loki was able to leave at 6pm. Of course, he was told what not to do. But based off who he is, he'd do them anyways.
For starters, which I think was easy, he wasn't allowed to get up to quickly or walk around too much. He also couldn't keep touching it.
He also shouldn't walk by himself for too long.
And for the supposed hard part, he wasn't allowed to get shot.. again.
The doctors said they noticed the wound on his arm, from when he'd gotten hit. They wondered how he got hit, and they even asked him. But, of course, he didn't answer them.
Apparently, he didn't like doctors, even if they were trying to help.
So now, we head back to the tower. Loki still hadn't turned back to his "normal" self yet, and he was pretty worried about that. He didn't want people seeing him like that. He was fine with me seeing him in his Juton form, after convincing him it was, but nobody else even knew he was a frost giant besides Thor and I. Well, Steve knew now too. Steve said he looked like a blueberry, which offended him. Steve didn't mean to hurt him, though. I think. He tried multiple times, with whatever magic he had, to turn himself back, but he just weakened himself even more for attempting so many times.
Thor flew to the tower, with his hammer somehow, earlier. The only way to get to the tower now was to let Steve drive. Now, he was an okay driver when he needed to get to the hospital. But leaving was hell. He kept letting every single car pass by him, instead of listening to the other people's signals to be able to get out of the parking lot. I know I don't know a lot about driving, but who the fuck does that? There were people literally signaling and telling him to go, but he let every single person pass by instead. The people in the cars behind us were extremely pissed.
"Steve, just go." I say.
"I'm letting them pass." He answers.
"They're telling you to go. So go."
"They could go first."
And suddenly, there were multiple cars behind us just beeping away, honking their horns.
"Steve, I swear to God. You hear that? That's a bunch of pissed off people behind you!" I exclaim.
"Calm down, Adams. I'm just being polite."
I sigh, collapsing back into the seat.
Loki had to sit in the back, he was even told to.
"This is ridiculous." I mutter, putting my feet up on the dash.
"I too, agree." Loki chimes in.
"I'm doing my best here." Steve assures.
"If that's your best at driving, you need to get another drivers test." I chuckle.
"Fine, Adams. I'll let the next person go, and then we'll leave." Steve says.
"Thank goodness." I whisper.
"Oh, and, feet off the dash. You could get yourself killed doing that."
"Yeah, okay, Mr. Genius." I say, doing as I'm told.
"You wanna test me? Search it up. Search it up right now."
"Hmm. Yeah. So, you see, I would.. if I could. Unfortunately, I don't have a phone." I answer, as he finally drives out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
"Of course you don't." He mutters.

We, slowly, make our way back to the tower. It took almost an hour to get back, even though it was only half of an hour away.
Steve drove insufferably slow.
I look back at Loki, who looked focused. He was clearly trying to turn back to his "normal" self again.
"Loki, we're here." I inform him.
"I'm aware." He answers.
"So, are you coming?"
"I can't."
"We've talked about this, you're perfectly fine."
"But what if they don't think so?"
I open the car door, as step out, opening the back car door.
I reach out a hand to help him up, since the wound still pained him. The doctor sent him off with a few pain killers, but not that many.
"They will," I assure him, "I'll talk some sense into them, if they don't."
He smiles a bit, and reaches out to grab my hand. I help him up, and close the car door.
I helped him walk over to the tower entrance. Soon, he'd have to try walking on his own, but for now he was told not to stand or walk much at all by himself.
As we walked into the tower, like usual, there actually wasn't many people. There was around five people, at most.
But those five people immediately looked at Loki.
So, I gave them all a death stare. They continued to stare, but more wearily.
I help him over to the elevator, and open it. It was just me, Loki, and Steve in the elevator. Nobody else seemed to want to get on.
The elevator ride was silent, but as soon as the elevator door opened, of course Tony was there.
"Woah, I didn't know we were bringing Smurf's into the tower." He chuckles.
"What's a smurf?" I ask. I had absolutely no idea.
"You don't know what a smurf is?"
"To be fair, neither do I." Steve chimes in.
"Of course you don't, you're a fossil. Does he know what a smurf is?" Tony chuckles, pointing toward Loki.
Whatever a smurf is, I'm guessing he's trying to insult Loki by calling him one.
Loki shakes his head, no. How would he know what a smurf is? He didn't even know what a Frappuccino was before I told him.
"Well, you look like one." He chuckles, walking away.
I wanted to know terribly what one looked like, and I could see that Loki did too. But I wouldn't let him search it up. If he did, and it wasn't nice, he'd just try to hide again.
"Don't listen to him." I mutter.
But Loki already knew it was an insult, and he didn't respond.
I lead him to my room, and set him down on the bed. I figured that he could sleep on the bed for now, and I could sleep on the floor.
He lays down, sighing. Apparently, the pain killers didn't last forever, and he couldn't take them all at once because, well, that wouldn't end well.
"I do not mind laying on the floor, if I must." Loki claims.
"No, it's fine. You need the rest, and you can't get that on the floor." I reply.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I've slept on a floor a bunch of times." I smile.
Okay, maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring up the fact I've slept on the floor a bunch of times. Because those times I slept on the floor was when I was with Hydra. And it kinda made it seem like I was guilt tripping him into just sleeping on the floor, which I wasn't.
"Well, thank you."
"Yeah, no problem."
It was already 7:05, mainly because of how long Steve took to drive us back here. That fossil is slow as hell.
"You hungry?" I ask Loki.
"Not currently." He answers.
He was never hungry, it seemed. He ate, of course, but anytime I offered food he declined.
"Okay, well, I'll be back. Try and rest."
"Where are you going?" He asks, sitting up a bit.
"To get food." I chuckle.
He nods, laying back down, as I leave.

I make my way to the kitchen, and open the fridge. There was always so much food, but nothing seemed to interest me. I dunno how to explain it, I'm just not hungry for anything in here.
I look in the cabinets, and find a box of PopTarts. Surely, Thor wouldn't mind if I took a pack.
Right?
I take a pack, but as soon as I turn around, "I don't think Mr. Thor's gonna be happy about that."
Peter.
"Yeah, well, he could buy more." I chuckle, unwrapping them, "Want one?" I ask, holding out one of the PopTarts in front of me.
"Thanks." He says, taking the PopTart.
"So, how've you been?" I ask him. We haven't had much time to catch up, really. After all that's happened, it was hard to just get time to talk normally.
"I've been pretty okay." Peter answers.
"That's good to hear." I say, biting into the PopTart, as I lean against the counter.
"And what about you?" He asks.
I shrug, "I've been better."
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing's bothering me. I'm just trying to figure things out, that's all. I think."
"Figure out what, exactly?"
"Everything. Emotions, my own life, and feelings. It's just hard to comprehend right now."
"Feelings, huh?" Peter smirks.
And I know exactly where this is going.
"No, not like that. No. Absolutely not."
He puts his hands up, as in defense, "And what would I be assuming?"
"You know what, it's not important. Just forget I said it." I chuckle.
"Okay, then."
"What have you been trying to figure out lately, if anything?"
"Oh, nothing." He says, but he blushes, clearly thinking of something.
"Okay, now you have to tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Is it a girl? I bet it's a girl. Who is she?"
"What? No- I'm not.. I'm not dating anyone."
"Oh, so you like someone."
"I didn't say that."
"But you wanted to." I chuckle.
"Fine, yeah, okay. Not a big deal." He says, a bit embarrassed.
"Who is she?" I ask, know curious.
"M.J. Her name's M.J." He smiles, as he says it.
"Did you ask her out yet? Or, however these things work."
"No, no way. I can't ask her out."
"Why not?!"
"I just can't."
"No, I know you can."
"You really think so?"
"Yup."
Honestly, I was just trying to make him happy. I have no idea what it's like to date someone, nonetheless love someone. No, I don't admit it that I love Loki. Steve's gotta be wrong.
"Should I... should I call her?" He asks.
"No."
"What?" He ask, confused as hell now.
"You can't just call her. Consider it the 'old fashioned way'. Buy her some flowers and knock on her door. Then, you could ask her out."
"But it's 7:14?"
"Well, not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe."
Peter smiles, and nods, "Okay. Yeah. Yeah I'll do that. Thanks."
"No problem." I say, as he walks away.
I finish the PopTart, and walk back to my room. I don't understand how I could give somebody else dating advice, when I've never even dated anybody before.
It's weird.
I slowly open the door, and walk inside. The light was still on, but Loki seemed to be asleep. Guess he did need that rest.
He looked peaceful when he was sleeping.
I quietly go to turn off the lights, and head to the sleeping back with bunches of blankets.
It wasn't even 8pm yet, but I guess I could sleep now. I hadn't gotten rest the entire time Loki was in the hospital, anyways.
It didn't look comfortable at all, but it was better than just a plain wooden floor, I suppose.
Just as I was about to lay down on the floor, though, "You're not really going to sleep on the floor, are you?"
Welp, I guess he wasn't actually sleeping.
"Would you rather I sleep on the ceiling?" I joke.
"Why would you sleep on the ceiling?"
"No, Loki- it was a joke."
"Oh, my apologies."
"It's fine, really. You're just tired, so you should get some rest."
"I realize that. But you won't be able to rest."
"And why's that?" I ask, finally turning to face him.
"You've gotten used to sleeping on a bed, perhaps."
I sigh. He was kind of right.
"This is a king sized bed, you realize?" Loki says, still clueless, like in the cabin, as to why I wouldn't want to share a bed with him.
But at this point, I didn't mind.
It really wasn't a big deal. He sleeps on one side, I sleep on the other.
"Yeah, I know." I answer.
"Then why are you still on the floor?" He chuckles a bit, but I could tell it hurts for him to laugh a bit, for he winced.
"Yeah, I'm getting up now." I say, standing up to walk over to the other side of the bed.
I let him rest on one side, while I lay down on the other.
I'll admit it. This was better than a wooden floor.
"Goodnight." I say, before closing my eyes.
"Goodnight." He says back.