Short Stories

Best Friends

Warning: This story mignt get a little too relatabie.
Disclaimer: This warning is a joke, there is nothing to be worried about.

I woke up when my mom walked out, "Can you help me with the groceries; then we'll just go back to sleep."

After that, I obviously didn't fall back asleep, though she did. I soon found myself walking out to the kitchen, it was now about 11:30 in the morning.

The Loki Funko pop that sat on the stereo watching over the area was still. I walked over to it, lifting its chin slightly with my finger, "Good morning, Lokes."

I then walked back over to the kitchen where the prop washer sat, now being used as another counter, plopping a bowl down on it along with some junk food condiments, "Good morning," I heard not so long later, from an Asgardian accent in my own head,
"Going to eat breakfast today?"

It wasn't unnatural for him to now be caring, still, I thought, "How the hell do you make friends with a god, I'm supposed to be Christian, I'm not- I- ugh."

"I know, I know, but sometimes things change,"
"Mhm, sure," I said aloud throwing out the can and plopping the bowl into the microwave and starting it.