Dog Days

Chapter 102

The days continue on the same. I take my meds in the evening, which causes me to be heavily sedated until noon.

After I wake up, I head to the lounge and start preparing supper.

Sometime around four, Loki joins me in lounge, to keep me company and smoke a joint.

Then, we migrate back to our level to eat and smoke all evening while binge-watching some tv show.

Then I take my meds and, an hour later, I pass out. I wake up the next morning, only to head back to the kitchen.

On this particular day, Loki is late returning from the lab. Around the time I toss the pan of baked ziti into the oven, I noticed that he was running behind. The oven clock read half past four.

I'm halfway there kneading the bread dough when the elevator door opens. I look up as Loki steps off and sighs "Right, so that's all mine?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose as Fury steps off the elevator with a dolly stacked with file boxes. Four in total. Fury smirks as he drops in by the elevator "All need to be signed or dictated before you leave, next week. It's a lot of bureaucratic red tape."

Loki takes a deep breath, only to sigh "Alright. Well, I better get to it. Thanks."

Fury looks to him and declares "I've got a hearing, but I'll be back in three days."

Loki nods and he backs into the elevator. Once he's gone, Loki sighs and grabs the top box. As he steps up to the bar, I sigh "What's that?"

He starts to head around to the bar and declares "Paperwork." I cock an eyebrow to him and he states "Everything has a form to fill out. If I even sneeze in my lab, it's an incident report."

He grovels for a moment, before looking up at me tiredly "How are you feeling today, dear?"

I stop kneading the dough to look at him. He's not wearing his usual sweatpants. Today he wears a white button up dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. He wears black dress pants and black dress shoes. He uses this dark oak cane with a silver grip. I do say, he looks very handsome.

I look at him with a wide smile "What's the get up?"

He looks over his clothes and declares "I had a video conference with some DC officials. They're very buttoned up. Mobius usually does those for me, but seeing as I'm terminating my position, I'm doing everything myself."

He pours himself a drink, before grabbing another glass and pouring another.

He has done this every night since that first day. It's like he's unwinding from the stress of the day, and just wants a drink with me. At first, I was hesitant, but he never drinks more than one a night, so I never drink more than one.

He hands me mine and declares "Unfortunately, darling, I do have one thing in excess. I have a massive closet. All the clothes, over the years, have piled up. The majority of them, suits."

I furrow my brow and declare "That's something Hela always complained about. She was always confused as to why I didn't use my study as a closet space."

He furrows his brow and asks "Why didn't you?"

I sigh as I take a drink, only to sit it down and continue with the bread "It has beautiful antique windows. I don't want to cover them up."

I give him a soft smile "If you need a lot of space, we could put some upstairs in one of the room."

He scoffs, before rolling his eyes "I really don't use any of them."

He takes a drink, before starting around the bar to get back to his file box. He looks at me with a dull smile "Most of them are from old missions. Like the time I cross dressed to play a lady boy, to kill this Pakistani Diplomat, in Thailand."