The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 93: The First Date...

I have to admit, I didn't expect Loki to be the kind of person to ask someone out on a date. I'd expect him to be the "you're coming with me whether you like it or not" kind of guy. But they do say we learn something new everyday, so I guess he isn't. Or maybe he still is. I don't know.

Turns out the whole fancy suit was just for dramatic effect, too. We're not going anywhere fancy, which honestly, I'm kind of glad. Apparently, he has no idea what roller skating is, but he said it was in a magazine he found, so he wanted to try that. I don't even know where he found a magazine but, of course, I know what roller skating is, and I used to be pretty good, but that was, well, a long time ago.

Once we were both ready to go, we made our way to the elevator. Loki kept checking around corners to make sure nobody was coming. He really didn't want people knowing he's not cold-hearted and rude. I don't know why he'd rather people see him that way, honestly.
Just as he thought he was safe, whilst pushing the button to the elevator, there was a camera sound coming from behind us. To not much of a surprise, both Thor and Bucky were there.
"What happened to the suit?" Bucky chuckled, talking about the suit Loki was wearing when he asked. I don't even know how he knew, but it probably had something to do with the cameras in the hallway.
"Yes, it was quite a look on you, brother." Thor agrees.
Loki continues to press the down button on the elevator, cursing under his breath, desperately trying to get out of the tower. He couldn't exactly poof out of here anymore, since he doesn't have the tesseract. Or maybe he does. He does have a history of stealing it a few times.
"What's the rush?" Bucky laughs, snapping another photo. He looked like a proud dad, the way he held the camera up to take a photo.
"Laugh all you want, but I assure you, you will not be the ones laughing when I slit both of your throats." Loki comments, hopefully sarcastically.
"You wouldn't slit my throat." Bucky chuckles.
"I wouldn't test it." Loki mutters, just loud enough for them to hear him.
I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't joking.
"Where is this throat-slitter taking you?" Bucky asks me.
"I will do it." Loki murmurs, pressing the down button even more.
"It's not another cabin is it?" Bucky chuckles, while Loki rolls his eyes.
"Why would we be going to another cabin?" I ask, sarcastically.
Bucky shrugs, "It's the only place he's brought you so far, besides a forest."
Finally, the elevator door opens. Well, that took long enough.
"Don't let him slit your throat!" Bucky shouts, before we step inside, Loki, relieved, takes my hand and pulls me into the elevator. Quickly, he presses the button that closes the doors.
"What happened to not wanting anyone to know?" I chuckle, as the elevator door closes.
"Your friend is everywhere. Each corner I turn, he's always there."
"He does live here."
"Could he not just stay in his own room? Preferably tied to a chair so he can no longer leave and be everywhere at once."
"He was just messing around. I doubt he's gonna say anything else."
"Well, he does still have photographic evidence to show everybody else in this tower, and even more."
"I guess you'll just have to slit all of their throats then." I joke.
"If I must."
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We had to steal another motorcycle from Tony. I don't know if he's gotten the other one back yet. I doubt he did, considering he has no idea where it's located. I should probably tell him, since Loki definitely wouldn't, but I'll only bring it up if he asks about it first. Anyways, he has like five other motorcycles and a bunch of cars. I think he'll be okay without one.
"Which would you prefer?" Loki asks, presenting all of the motorcycles that we could steal for the evening.
"That one." I chuckle, pointing to a random motorcycle. They all looked the same.
Loki waves for me to get on the motorcycle, considering he'd probably get himself killed if he was the one controlling this thing.
He hands me a bunch of keys, "I'm not sure which is for this vehicle."
"Where did you get these?" I ask, testing each key to see if it works on the motorcycle. It's not like Tony just left them sitting around anymore, since we stole one of his.
"I stole them." He smirks, proudly.
"I'm not shocked." I tell him, finally finding the key to this motorcycle.
"Go grab two of those helmets over there, would you?" I ask him.
"I don't need one." He scoffs.
"If we ever get into a head on collision, then yeah, you're gonna wish you wore one."
"May I remind you that I am not of Midgard?"
"Oh, please. You've been shot twice, and you could've died the second time. You're still killable" I joke.
He rolls his eyes and throws a helmet to me, trying to put one on himself. It's obvious he's never even worn one before.
He, finally, gets it on correctly after insisting he didn't need any help. He gets on the back of the motorcycle, remembering to hold onto me so he won't fly off.