LokixReader: Dating a God

Dinner and Dessert

The two of you walked along the street pavement, headed towards your apartment. Loki was dressed in regular Midgardian clothes as to not arouse suspicion. At first he only made the illusion to look as if his hair was short and curled a bit. but you asked him to change his face as well. He was getting more attention than either of you wanted, not less. He looked like a certain someone and you didn't want the poor man to have his nice guy image ruined, just because Loki had a bad grumpy attitude with people crowding him. You tried not to laugh; holding your hand over your mouth as the two of you walked. Loki kept looking over at you with narrowed eyes.

"You're doing it again, stop it...."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Who's that Tom Hiddle-whatever those mortals kept yammering on about?"

"An actor that looks SO much like you, he could be your twin." Loki scoffed at the idea and you just chuckled. You stopped at a hot dog stand and ordered two.

"I highly doubt this mortal looks anything like me."

"He seriously does, that's why you had all those fangirls all over you earlier... not that I blame them, he is pretty dreamy..." You added that last part to tease him, but it was the truth and it should compliment him since Tom Hiddleston is Loki's doublemint twin and vise versa. Loki wasn't amused though, he just looked at you with a slight glare that just made you chuckle some.

"That's it... I'm killing him..." He said as he started to walk off while holding the bags from the grocery store.

"NO!" You hurry up to catch up to him. "Chill out and eat your hotdog!... Heheh... Chill..." You giggle a bit as he looks at you a bit, clearly unamused by the little Frost Giant joke and takes one of the hotdogs from your hands. "Besides, that poor man has been through enough. I found out from Natasha that Thor saw him and grabbed him. He was shaking him around yelling 'YOU AREN'T DEAD, BROTHER! AGAIN YOU AND YOUR TRICKS!!!' " You say exaggerating an accent while deepening your voice. "Tony and Steve had to quickly pull him off of Tom and they explained who he was... but if that wasn't bad enough, he was interrogated for 5 hours just to be safe." Hearing that softened the look in Loki's expression a bit. You wonder if it's because he heard how Tom was traumatized or how Thor seemed to be still effected by Loki's death... Thor cared even though he was pissed, he cared.

"Well on the matter of brothers... your brother has no problem with keeping a secret?"

"Oh no... that boy has no problems with it at all. He's going into high school come this September and is surrounded by friends who would go off the walls if they found out about his sister. He's still kept me a secret so he won't blow your secret out the water... plus he knows that if you're found out, he won't get those lessons you promised. He knows damn well no one else will give him training above the basic martial arts classes." Loki nodded in response to that as he eyed the hotdog suspiciously for a moment before taking a bite. "How's your first hotdog?" Loki nodded a bit as he chewed and then swallowed. Then thought for a moment.

"Interesting... I never had anything that was equal parts disgusting and delicious." You almost choke on your soda when you heard that. You shook your head a bit.

"Well I know you will love what I make tonight." You wanted him to try more Midgardian stuff. In a way you were sneakily continuing what his mother started when she gave him Midgardian books to look through. You hoped if he saw the best this world had to offer, he wouldn't try any New York mayhem again. He was already in love with cheesecake and Shakespeare, so more examples would be nice.

You smile at him warmly when you caught him with a smile of his own. He liked the thought of you cooking something for him. Not because of some sexist 'woman in the kitchen' nonsense, it was because growing up he was used to having servants prepare the food and present it to the table. One of the early entries in his journal; he mentioned one of the few times his mother would prepare something with her own hands, to feed her children and husband. Frigga was a queen; but she did this to show that she prepared something with love and devotion, something with her own two hands. That gesture spoke volumes, like how they say you could taste the love put into a meal.