The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 102: A Reminder Of Who You Are..

I decided not to explore the palace. I didn't know where I was trespassing or if I was, so I just went back to his room. And eventually, after about an hour or two he came back. I hadn't kept track of the time, but it had to be at least an hour. I managed to read half of one of the many books on his shelves.
It wasn't that interesting, though. To me, at least. Shakespeare. I don't get how it's worded.

"You're back." I smile, shutting the book in front of me, as he walked in.
He keeps having this look on his face. Where his mouth is gaped open for a moment, and he just stares at me, his eyes trying to tell me something.
It seems so, at least.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine." He says, quickly, his tone off as he shook his head. Almost as if he's angry. Probably something to do with the important stuff he had to take care of.

"Okay," I say, not really knowing what else to say, "How'd that stuff you had to take care of, go?"

"Not how I wanted it to go." He mutters, looking out at the balcony, his jaw clenched.

"Oh," I mumble, "Sorry, then."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." He says, right after me.
I nod. I don't know how to respond. I'm pretty bad at communicating when there's awkward silence.

"You have a bunch of books in here," I begin, trying to start some sort of conversation, "Have you read all of them?" I ask him, but he just stand there, looking out at the balcony, leaning against the wall.
"Loki?" I ask.

"Hm?" He says, not realizing I asked him a question.

"The books. Have you read all of them?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, I have. Living longer than the average being has given me time to do many things." He answers, not moving at all, or even turning in my direction. He's probably just thinking.

"That seems great. To be able to have so much time to do anything with anyone." I grin.

"Yes, I presume it is."

"I mean, I've lived long, but to have been able to actually do things that I wanted to do with that time? That seems wonderful."

"You still have a bunch of time," he begins, " You could do anything you want with it now."

I chuckle, slightly, "I'd like to travel more of the world. I haven't gotten to do that. Oh, and I'd like to take Sam with me, too. He hasn't seen anything in this world. Its time he has a life of his own." I tell him, but as I wait for a response, he doesn't even say anything. He just stands there. He should have heard me, I mean, I speak pretty loudly. I don't know. Maybe he's caught up in his thoughts.
"Loki?" I say, thinking he'll hear me this time.

"Oh," he says, suddenly, "Yes, that does sound lovely."

"Yeah, I hope to do that soon," I smile, "But for now, how long are we going to stay here?"

He shrugs, "I'm not quite sure. My brother will most likely say when it is okay to go back to Midgard for a while."

I nod, as I watch him get lost in his thoughts again. I cant lie, it really is tempting knowing I could read his mind if I wanted to, but I wouldn't. I wouldn't cross that boundary.
"Do you think I'm gonna have to fight him again?" I ask, suddenly.

He stays silent for a few moments, and I don't know why he keeps doing that, "No, you shouldn't. Let my brother and his team of unhumanly skilled Midgardians deal with it."

"But it's my mess. I shouldn't even be in this moment right now. If the Avengers never showed up that day when I tried to kill Bucky, I wouldn't be in this situation. You wouldn't be in this situation. Who knows where you'd be? You could've been off faking your death or stealing an identity right now."