Agent A: Displaced

Loki's Personal Chef

She placed the pan of water on the hob to boil, humming softly to herself. 

The fridge had been filled with all manner of delicious food and she'd spent some time sampling the cured meats and cheeses she found in there before deciding on a more filling breakfast.

"You're cooking? My, my what are we having?"

She turned to see Loki settling himself into one of the dining chairs facing her. She hadn't heard him return.

"We?"she raised an eyebrow in question. The look she received back cemented her position as his personal chef, at least for this meal. "Eggs on toast. Master," she added quickly. Clearly he hadn't forgotten their previous conversations.

"And here I thought you just survived on pizza," he smirked.

"Not usually for breakfast," she answered dryly.

She watched the eggs swirl in the pan, not wanting to look up and meet Loki's eye.

"Thank you," he said as she placed the plate down in front of him.

"You're welcome," she half-whispered.

The eggs were poached exactly as she liked them, not too runny, with a sticky golden yolk. They ate in silence, broken regularly by the appreciative noises Loki made with every mouthful. It quickly began to get on her nerves.

"It's just poached eggs."

"I'm not mocking you, they're good. I should repay the favour. What would you have me serve you?"

She looked straight into his pale blue eyes. "My freedom."

His face darkened and she realised she'd pushed too far. Fear settled, cold and creeping, deep in the pit of her stomach.

"And something chocolatey for dessert," she added quickly, to try and appease him.

Loki held her gaze as he gathered their plates, before leaving the room.