Growing love and the seventh stone | Loki fanfiction

Chapter 8 - Pretty cubes

I smile as we drive through New York. Loki has been asleep for two hours now, after a while he complained about the limits of the human body again and leaned his head on the window. I take my glance off him and look at the skyscrapers. They are shimmering in the bright daylight, reflecting the sun and the clear sky.
"Not my fault", Loki mumbles in his sleep.
I smirk. "What is not your fault?"
"The spider in Thor's bedroom." He giggles. "But don't tell, I was the one to put it there."
I laugh, what causes him to wake up.
"Why are you laughing?", he says and opens his eyes.
"Nothing", I say. "What's with the spider?"
"What?"
I shake my head. "Look, we are here."
Loki blinks against the sun and makes a face like Tony Stark knocks against the window.
"Oh come on. It does look pretty", I say.
"Pretty like the bottom of Thor's shoe", he answers.
I roll my eyes. I take a turn and see a sign announcing a hotel. "Let's stop here."
We get out of the car. Loki stretches and yawns, I think that I should have given him a simple t-shirt instead of his armour. I sigh, he wouldn't wear it anyway.
We go inside, I chat with the lady at the reception. In the corner of my eye I catch Loki examining the ballpoint pen on a string, looking around, unhinging it and pocketing it.
As we are walking to the elevator to get a look at our rooms, I whisper: "How did you do that? I tried stealing one of these things as a kid and my mom still laughs about my expression when the reception person caught me."
Loki smiles. "You have to screw the button where the string is attached."
The elevator doors close behind us and I can see us in the mirrors around us.
"You did steal as a kid?", Loki asks.
"Yeah." I chuckle, not sure if I should be proud of it or not. "But just little things. Mostly sweets and a pretty dice once."
Loki looks down at me. "Wow, didn't think you are so ... naughty."
The atmosphere in the elevator becomes more dense and out of inexplicable reasons my face reddens.
"I wouldn't describe it as naughty", I say with a dry throat.
Loki smiles as his green eyes look through the mirror at me when the door opens. "It's nice that I am not the only one having a history of stealing pretty cubes", he says as we step out.