First Impressions

Advice over coffee

In the days since Loki had officially became a resident at the Tower things were going.. interestingly to say the least. For the most part he had stayed by her side if he wasn't with his brother or surprisingly, Bruce and Tony. After dinner that first night the three had gotten to talking the next morning. The Asgardian had casually mentioned over breakfast how well Seidr and Midgardian science mixed while the other two men were talking about a few theoretical ideas they had for her magic. That's all it took and off they went on a magic/science rant that had her smiling. That is until he'd kissed her cheek half an hour later and left with the other two men to go up to their lab to do a few experiments. For the most part Freyja had felt relieved that he was integrating with them all. But a small part of her felt like the special bubble they had back on Asgard had just been popped.

And then there was Steve. The annoying Captain would seek her out to talk a few times throughout the day. Mainly whenever she was with Loki, but the second she saw him coming she would portal them away. At the moment Freyja didn't have anything to nice to say to Steve that wouldn't end up with them in a fight. She knew he was sorry for what he'd said to her, but it didn't make a difference when he was so openly hostile towards Loki. As someone she cared about, Freyja wouldn't let anyone hurt Loki, even if she also happened to love Steve. That just wasn't who she was. So distance was absolutely needed between them right now. Besides, she needed to figure out what this all meant between him, Loki and her anyway.

This whole new dynamic was fraught with tension. She had feelings for both men and while Loki openly told her he loved her..Steve..well she didn't know exactly what he felt for her, but she knew he at least still wanted her. Freyja could feel his desire for her the moment he stepped into the room and saw her. The depth of it nearly stealing her breath away. But wanting someone wasn't the same as loving someone and she wouldn't settle for less now.

Something had changed for Freyja in this past year. With Frigga's death and her responsibilities here and on Asgard as well as the Nine Realms she just didn't have the time to mess around. Not when it came to her heart. You could say she'd done a lot of growing up in the last two years and with this new maturity came new standards for how she wanted to live her life and how she wanted to be treated. Still it wouldn't hurt to get some advice on how to move forward. So that's what she did.

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Freyja's POV a week later

"Sooo, I'm thinking that having both Steve and Loki on the same planet was possibly a bad idea." Chewing on her bottom lip, Freyja slumps down in the hard chair she's currently sat in at the busy coffee shop on the corner near the Tower. Sitting across from her with a 'well I could have told you that' face, Clint silently sips on his coffee. Groaning, she tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling for a second before reluctantly sitting up again.

Running her hands through her hair as she gathered it up into a messy bun, her bracelets noisily clinking as they shifted up and then down her arm with her movements, she unloads. "I mean when Frigga first brought this whole idea up I looked at it objectively. It made sense as the next step in Loki's rehabilitation. It's just.. Now that it's actually happening, I'm seeing how much harder it is than I anticipated." Tilting her head in disbelief at what she was about to say next, she scoffs. "And Loki isn't the problem for once. It's Steve."

Clint scoffs, but stays silent as she ranted. Knowing her well enough to know that once she was on a roll there was no stopping her. Opening her mouth, everything that has been frustrating her came out all at harshly whispered supersonic speed. "The man who was avoiding me for nearly a year now spends every spare moment up my ass if I'm with Loki." Hand flying in every direction as she spoke had her bracelets chiming together sounding like wind chimes in a hurricane. "Steve can't make up his goddamn mind about what he fucking wants. First, he hates me. Then he wants to be my friend. Then apparently he has crazy repressed sexual desire for me. Then he gets all weird on me after we had sex. Now he wants to act like the jealous jilted boyfriend when we never even dated!" Slightly panting Freyja groaned as she leaned forward and plunked her head onto the table. Her words came out sort of muffled as she spoke face down. "I don't know what to do, Clint. Tell me what to do."