Break Down My Walls ( Loki - FanFiction)

Chapter 25: All right

"Tony had to be somewhere this morning but I'm here to help you anyway you need."

I realized now that since Loki's death it has been almost three months. I didn't know that. My sorrowful days melted together into three long painful months. They called what I was going through a deep depression. It must be a Midgard thing. I have never known such grief but dealing with it now I knew that's eventually, things would get better.

Over the next couple of days, Pepper took care of me. Made sure I ate, I exercised, showered, brushed my hair and teeth. I looked better then I had been for a long time. She even would bring me books to read and I would sit in a rocking chair on the porch of Mr. Starks beautiful home watching the sunset. I finally think I had come to peace with everything that happened. Sure, Loki was my love and sure he was gone but he died a hero.

And that's better then I had hoped for.

The dark nights were I woke up in a cold sweat screaming and unsure of where I was. Truth was, I was just afraid to be alone. Both Pepper and Tony came running out of their room waking me up from the nightmare trying to reassure me everything was alright Pepper held my face until I could make eye contact with her, and instantly I would calm down. Her sweet smile and fiery hair, her flowery scent, she was like the perfect mother. Maybe meeting Loki had made me mature faster and becoming a god had made me wiser but it doesn't matter who you are or what your past is, death affects everyone. But if you really thought about it I was just a 20 year old girl, seeking comfort after losing someone.

Some days Pepper, Mr. Stark and I would play board games in his living room and Rhodey would come over too and make a mean pasta dish that I came to adore. Even Happy would join us. Let me tell you, Mr. Stark, nine times out of ten would win the games, but if he didn't he was a sore loser. This always made me laugh. I knew I couldn't stay with them forever but now was enough. Pepper and I set a candle in Loki's honor every night, sometimes Mr. Stark would join us. It was nice they were delightful. Better guardians then anyone could ask for.

Today, I sat quietly rocking in the chair with the sun warm on my face reading yet another book. Flipping through the pages as the glowing light dipping into low the horizon kept me company. I hadn't used my powers much since Asgard.

"Hey kid, Jarvis is helping me make pancakes for dinner, want to help?" Mr. Stark pops his head out of the slider door and close my book hurrying to the kitchen with him.

"Jarvis, how many cups of flour should I be adding to my batter?"

"Three and a half of a cup, sir. Evening, Miss. Salvador." His robotic voice rings soothingly of the kitchen and I smile.

"Hello, Jarvis. How are you today?"

"I am functioning splendidly, today."

This cause both Mr. Stark and I to laugh as we get to work on a big stack of  chocolate chip pancakes. I'm really not sure how Mr. Stark managed to get so much flour on him but he did. Eventually, we were having a competition to see who could flip the pancake the highest. Surely, I was doing pretty well until mine got stuck to ceiling. I stuck with a loud thud not coming down and I send a look of worry to Mr. Stark as he looks at the fluffy pancake stuck to his ceiling. For a moment I thought he might yell at me but he bursts out laughing, so loud and laid back that eventually I start laughing along too.

"Alright, Flipper, looks like you're disqualified." He shrugs while flipping two pancakes at a time and I gape at him.

"What! That was an accident! Mr. Stark!" I quickly take off my sweatshirt, flapping my wings and reaching for the pancake. I dug my fingers under it to pry it from the ceiling, but before I could catch it it tumbles toward the ground onto Pepper's head.