Golden Days✓ Tony Stark [Book 3]

31: Breakfast.

Five Years Later.

"Navnet ditt?" spurte vakten.

"Tangen--Andreas Tangen!"

Jeg vet ikke hvorfor jeg løy; tankene mine flagret frakoblet rundt og
inspirerte meg med mange enestående innfall, mer enn jeg visste hva jeg skulle gjøre med.

Jeg traff på dette bortgjemte navnet på et øyeblikk, og røpet ut
det ut uten noen beregning. Jeg løy uten noen anledning til å gjøre det.

"Okkupasjon?"

Dette drev meg inn i et hjørne med hevn. Okkupasjon! hva var
mitt yrke? Jeg tenkte først på å gjøre meg selv til en tinker - men jeg turte
ikke; for det første hadde jeg gitt meg selv et navn som ikke var felles for alle oghvilken som helst tinker - dessuten hadde jeg pince-nez. Det gikk plutselig inn i hodet mitt å være
dumdristig. Jeg tok et skritt frem og sa bestemt, nesten høytidelig:

"En journalist."

Loki continued to read to me. I wasn't listening to the words anymore, just the soft but deep rumble of his voice and his hand running through my hair, which was lulling me to sleep.

He stops when he sees I'm already dozing off.

"No, no. Continue, please." I pleaded, tears filling my eyes. I know this didn't happen, I was just reliving this memory and it seems memory Loki knew that too.

"I don't think this is healthy, Love." He says softly and I looked up at him. This is the only place I see him. In my head. In my dreams.

"This is the only healthy way for me to move on. Unless you want me to bring you back to life and alter the fabric of reality, time and space, therefore, turning my present reality into shreds." I responded and he smiles sadly.

"I love you." He whispered, pulling me back to his chest where I could hear the beating of his heart, making me blink back the tears.

"I love you too." I responded.

*

The sharp sound of thunder has me snapping my eyes open. The noise of the harsh winds and heavy pelts of rain against my window has me waking up fully.

Despite the noise, I can still make out the soft platter of tiny feet before they stop at my door. The door opens so slowly and quietly as if not to disturb me if I'm asleep.

I smile in amusement as a small mop of brown hair peeks through before the rest of her body follows. She hurriedly made her way across the room, climbing into my bed so fast as another thunder clap rings.

She dives under my comforter, shifting so close to me, she's practically inside me.

"When are you ever going to sleep in your own room overnight?" I asked and she jumps.

"Never." She responds with a cheeky smile before sobering up. "Did I wake you?"

"No." I responded softly.

"Is it the dreams again?" She asked after a few seconds and I shook my head.

"Is it the angry thunder outside?" At this, I nodded.

"Do you know why uncle Thor is sad and angry?" She asks and I give her a look. "I know, I know. Uncle Thor isn't the one that controls rains and thunderstorms, but it's so much cooler than science science science."

I let out a small teasing gasp and she giggles. "Don't ever say that in front of dad and Bruce."

"I won't."