He Was At Your House (A Loki x Reader)

Scars Of The Past (Part 1)

(Note From Raven: Meme Above - but dude, it's so true - please, tell me if you think the same thing)

You can't help but smile smugly when Becca doesn't appear again, instead a tall black man with a small smile approaches with your food. You read his name to be: Mike Richardson. 

"Thank you, Mike," you say as he places the food down.

He chuckles, only saying, "It's the least I could do for Becca's behavior, I apologize for that."

You smirk. "Eh, it wasn't your fault."

He nods and walks away, Loki glaring at his back. 

You laugh at Loki's expression and lean back in your seat. "HA! I'm not the only jealous bitch, now am I? How do you like it?"

He turns his glare on you and grumbles, "You did that on purpose?"

You shrug. "Nah, just liked him."

Loki gets up and a knife appears in hand - he storms in the direction Michael went. 

You're immediately out of your seat and standing in his path, waving your arms. "Woah! WOAH! PUT THE DAMNED KNIFE DOWN, LOKI! I WAS ONLY JOKING!!"

He pauses, and slowly lowers his gaze to look down at you. "What?"

You huff, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. "I wanted to see your reaction, and clearly, you can't take a joke." 

The knife disappears and he sits back down at the table. You follow.

"That wasn't cool, (Y/N)," he growls at you.

You roll your eyes as you sit down and begin to eat. "Yeah, yeah, well it's nothing less then what you deserve."

He grunts, not exactly agreeing or disagreeing. That just shows how correct you are.

You start to dig into your food, avoiding the conversation to come. But, of course...Loki has to bring it up. 

"Explain your past, would you (Y/N)?"

You noticeably stop chewing, a tick in your jaw appearing as you clench your teeth. You refuse to look at him. The past with your brother...it should've always been hidden...but now he wants to know, and you're afraid if you do. . . he'll leave you. Because. . . your past is one to be forgotten not to be remembered. And it all started with that orb at the house on Rose Shire Lane. . . . 

* * *

Ten Years Ago....

Foster Home 38, Rose Shire Lane, New York: File Number #345

Name: (L/N), (Y/N)

Age: 17 years

Foster Home 38, Rose Shire Lane, New York: File Number #346

Name: (L/N), Jack

Age: 17 years

"Would you hurry your ass up already Jack!? The Foley's are finally out and about!" You'd shout upstairs, leaning on the front door that you were swinging back and forth.

"Why don't you just call them 'Mom and Dad,' (Y/N)?" Jack replied with a roll of his eyes as he leaped down two stairs at a time.

"Pfft you know why. They'll probably give us away like the other assholes did," you'd mutter.

"Watch your language, would you, little sis?" Jack would lecture, though he wore a smirk on his face.

"HEY! We're twins, remember?" You spit back, hands on your hips, but you're fighting your own smirk.

"Yeah, but I was born first."

"By like - 19 minutes!" You'd argue, pausing for a moment to think on the time.

Jack only smirked as he'd stand in front of you. Then he'd cross his arms. "Okay, so since 'the Foley's' are out . . . - or as you like to say . . . ' the fools ' - what are we gonna do?"

"Well...there's this house at the end-"

"NOPE!"

You'd glare at him. "What!? You didn't even let me finish what I was saying!"

He'd shake his head. "We are not doing any more of your schemes. That's how we keep getting shipped off to different foster homes, remember? It'll get to the point where Mr. Drake won't be able to put us anywhere."

Ah, Mr. Drake. The one ''in charge of you''  in till he finds people willing to adopt. Long ago you said screw him. There was no one you could depend on but yourself and your brother. . . you found that out long ago when your parents gave you and your brother up and you ended up in the system.

"I don't care what he thinks," you'd grumble.

"Well you should in less you want us to get separated," he'd snap.

You'd flinch, the hurt showing in your eyes. But as soon as he sees this hurt, opening his mouth about to say something you snap, "Fine! I'll go by myself to a damn abandoned house that has NO 'No Trespass' sign. Have fun here!"

You'd go to storm off but he snatches your hand. 

"(Y/N), wait. . .-"

"Forget it, Jack," you'd say, yanking your hand out of his grip. 

"No, (Y/N), I'm coming with you. Ain't no way I'm letting my lil sister go into an abandoned house without me," he'd say stubbornly, his fiery blue eyes on you.

You'd meet those eyes for a long five minutes before finally looking away with a glare. "Fine! Damnit!" 

He would chuckle as you'd storm off and out the door. 

* * *

Present Day...

"(Y/N)...you still haven't gotten to the part I need to know-" Loki drawls.

"I KNOW! I KNOW! And need or want?" You say as you hand over your empty plate to Mike, giving him a small smile before he walks off and you turn back to Loki.

"Both."

You glare at him. "You're irritating. Now I don't want to tell you."

"(Y/N)...," he warns with a sharp look.

"Yeah, I know! I'm telling you, damn it, just calm down," you growl. "This is a very touchy subject for me, or have you not realized that?"

"Oh? Is that why you're so moody?" He raises a brow.

"No," you grumble. "That's because it's the worst time of the month."

"The worst time of the-"

"Never mind, forget it," you say, waving your hand as if brushing it off.

"Okay. . . please continue."

"Right. . . well, Jack and I headed to the abandoned house. . . ."