To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 40 - A car rental

It is late morning when Loki and you leave the motel, carefully avoiding anyone who could have seen you somewhere. No clouds hung in the bright sky which allowed it to display a proud fabric of beautiful blue. The air wasn't very hot but mostly dry and somewhat sandy, hurting your face and throat a little. 

Your boots hit the concrete roads hard, kicking up little pebbles strewn about on the way, Loki sticking by your side with some expensive sunglasses.

You had been an Avenger. Now you didn't even know if they still considered you one.

After a short walk towards the vehicle rental shop the motel owner had guided you towards, you spotted the sign above the shop called in all simplicity 'Vehicle Rentals'. 

You pushed the browning transparent door open, immediately relaxing in the gentle air conditionning. The interior was very simple: white walls and black tiles, each one clean but occasionally cracked. Spacious wasn't the way to describe it, more so a little small. On the walls were several vintage photos of sports cars, trucks and city vehicles placed in polished white frames wiped, it seemed, recently.

Behind the striated counter was a middle aged man busy reading the daily newspaper with a keen interest, flipping the thin pages and muttering along to things he read. His brown hairs had large greying strips running through, showing the work of time on people.

"Hi.", you called out. His head lifted and he grumbled a little, folding the paper. His tired brown eyes rested on you, meaning you had his attention. "We'd like to borrow a vehicle." 

He showed a small, tired smile, "Sure thing. Can I have an ID and your driver's license?" 

Glad to have taken your wallet to Jotunheim, you dug through the leather, pulling out two plastic cards. You checked them, clicking your tongue when you saw the large scowl you arbored on those photos. These pictures were starting to date back a while since on those half of your hair was tinted in f/c.

 When you and Bucky had been taken in by the Avengers, for the first year you had been the most unruly teenager ever. Partying hard, dyeing your hair, talking back to anyone, shouting, swearing profusely, getting into fights all the time, attacking the fellow team members on countless occasions, nearly getting a piercing, being obnoxiously rude and always with a deep scowl. You were all thorns but who could blame you? HYDRA had destroyed you. They even had to take you out of high school and homeschool you, in fear you'd create a catastrophe.

 It was a wonder they survived, especially Captain America with the amount of cusses you threw about on a daily basis. He was actually the one you had liked best, alongside Nat, and the reason you started to calm down. Steve had been patient, open, caring. He did not see you for what you had done or who you had been but for what you could be. In his mind, the murders and acts had been tossed aside, focused on showing you what you had needed all this time: love. 

Those memories from before popped up and out, in little snapshots. It was as if you were gradually unlocking them with time and each one you discovered twisted your gut. It was still very much a painful hazy mess that gave you a horribly splitting headache every time you tried to clear it. 

Loki discreetly flashed some green over the documents in case the shop keeper knew the Avengers, replacing your name and surname. The man hummed whilst checking those and handed them back to you before hopping off his stool.

"Do you have any maps of the region?", you asked.

He grumbled a lot but pulled one out of his drawers, sliding it over the counter to your outstretched fingers, "Don't you have a phone?"