What's a God to a Barista? (Loki x Reader)

Seven - Sympathy

"When were you going to tell me?" That was the first thing you were greeted with after leaving your room at sunset.

Your first instinct was to assume that Roxanne had figured you out - even though Loki was still hiding in your room. Oh damn, you internally panicked, what do I do, do I start apologizing? Will she even take it? It occurred to you how illegal what you were doing was. Would it get excused if she knew what he was threatening? Whatever, you convinced yourself, stay calm. Just. Stay. Calm.

"Tell you what?" You said, trying desperately to sound as casual as possible. Roxanne scoffed, before picking up your remote and flipping to the news on your tv. You focused in on what was being displayed.

"Our top story today," the anchor reported, "yesterday morning, Loki Laufeyson, the infamous New York attacker and brother of the mighty Avenger Thor Odinson attacked the Sagedrop Cafe. As of now, his reasoning is still unknown." Roxanne jabbed her finger at the tv. You found yourself whooshing her, waiting to see what was next. "He was quickly apprehended by a barista working, by the name of Y/N L/N, but not before knocking out the cafe's owner, Veronica Sage."

"There! When were you going to tell me that you took down the Loki?" Roxy insisted.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal." You lied through your teeth.

Roxy's mouth fell open. "He's Thor's brother! He destroyed half of New York! You think it's not a big deal? How did you even catch him?"

You put your hands up. "Alright, alright!" You bit your lip, thinking of how to phrase your adventure without it sounding terribly violent. "I kind of... broke his nose. And almost stepped on his throat." It didn't work. That still sounded violent. Roxy, however, seemed to get a kick out of it.

"That's amazing!" She said, clapping her hands in excitement. Your eyes focused in on the tv again, only to see it was still on the Loki story. You motioned her attention towards it.

"So," the anchor continued, "As of today, Loki is on the loose. If you see him, do not hesitate to contact authorities. S.H.I.E.L.D officials are telling us that he is possibly armed and should be treated as extremely dangerous. Stay safe, and keep your eyes peeled."

"Clearly," you said as she turned back to you, "Not that amazing."

She scoffed. "It's not your fault he got out. And I think this deserves celebrating."

You felt a smile grace the edges of your lips. "Oh, really? How's that?"

She shot up from the couch, going over to your coatrack. "I'm going to go get us some ice cream." Good. She'll be out. "Wanna come with?"

You shook your head. "Nah, I'm going to make some dinner. You go ahead. Thank you."

She nodded, grabbing her purse off the wall. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit." With a wave of your hand, she was out the door. As soon as it was closed, you rushed over and locked it behind her.

It only took Loki a second for Loki to come out of hiding. "What a nice treat, for both of us." He smirked. "You get dessert, I get a few minutes of freedom."

"Fine, but you're making yourself dinner." You sighed.

Cut to a few minutes later, and you were feasting on some soup while Loki viciously picked at some chicken wings from across the table.

You snickered as you watched him tear it apart. "You're eating like it's your last day on earth."

"If it was up to me, it would be." He said nonchalantly before ripping apart another wing.

You raised your eyebrows. "When was the last time you ate something, anyway?"

Loki put up his hand, taking his sweet time to savor the last wing before answering. "About eight days ago."

You dropped your spoon, and it fell against your bowl with a reverberating clang. "Eight days?!"You shouted, your face scrunched up in mix of shock and concern. "I mean, no wonder you're so hungry. How long can Asgardian last between meals."

Loki shrugged, being worryingly casual about the whole conversation. "Longer than Midgardians, I suppose."

You bit your lip, staring down at your soup. You still about half a bowl left, and you had already snacked on some cereal before... after a moment of hesitation, you slid it towards him, reaching over to grab him a new fork. When you looked back, he was staring down at it in confusion.

"What's this?" He wondered, staring down at the bowl as if it was a Picasso painting.

"I mean, if you haven't eaten in days, I kind of assumed you'd be pretty hungry." You said, matching his confusion.

He transferred his staring to you. "I-" he stammered, looking even more confused.

"Dude, just eat it. It's not poisoned, I swear," You joked, urging him to go on.

He stared down again for a few seconds before hesitantly picking up the spoon. Clearly, your assumptions that he was still hungry were correct, because he was finished unless that a minute.

"Woah," you laughed, "that's impressive." You picked up the dish, going over to wash it in the sink.

"Erm... thank you." Loki muttered, his eyes trailing down to the counter. Wow, you thought, that's development.

"You're welcome." You smiled, and after a second, he returned it, although it was evident that he was trying to hide it.

A knock on the front door snapped you both to reality. You looked over in a panic, and by the time you looked back, Loki was gone.