Victorious

Carter

Carter started to worry as Alex stormed off.
"It'll be fine." Cleo assured.
I snorted. "Who cares about Alex right now? I'm hungry. Is there anywhere to eat?"
Cleo shook her head. "Are you sure you want to eat after the- ah, Hydra incident? I know I'm not eating again for a while."
"But I'm hungry." I whined.
She sighed. "Fine. There's something over there."
"Odin's pub." I frowned. "Really? Did someone really come to Mexico and start an Irish pub?"
"It's not Irish." Cleo said angrily. "They don't have any Norse pubs in Ireland. Norse is like Scandinavian. Get it right."
"Gods. Feisty."
Cleo pushed open the door and stopped cold.
"Maybe a different place. Out the door. Now."
She started to push me out, but some buff guy had already blocked the entrance. Cleo looked worried, which scared me because if this girl can willingly get swallowed by a hydra and cut it open, how can she be scared of a bunch of buff- yet 5'0" guys?
A small, yet burly man came in front of us. He cracked his knuckles.
"No minors allowed." He growled.
"We were just leaving." Cleo said calmly. "We didn't know."
Burly #1 stepped in front of Cleo and looked like he almost could've punched her. My instincts took in, and I stepped in front of Cleo, trying to be a lot braver than I felt.
"Don't touch her." I growled. Burly #1 curled his lip. The smell of metal leaked from him.
"Hey boss," burly #2, the one who blocked the door, stated. "She looks familiar."
Boss, a.k.a burly #1, (I know, all these Burly's are giving me a headache,) walked grudgingly to the front, his boots clomping on the floor.
He grabbed her chin and I slapped his hand. Why? I'm ADHD. I don't even know what I'm going to do sometimes. It just felt like it needed to be done.
Boss shot daggers at me. "You scrawny little boy, you can't defend your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend." I said firmly. The last thing I wanted was Cleo mad at me for saying so.
Boss turned his attention to burly #2.
"You're right." Boss looked deeper at Cleo. Then, his face lit up and he looked like a little boy who just received a puppy.
"Loki!" He yelled loudly. "Hey everyone, a descent of Loki!"
The whole crowd clapped, yelled, and whooped.
I, for one, was confused.
I turned to Cleo. Her once beautiful, calm face now looked like she's been run over by a truck and lived to see the driver.
"Who's Loki?" I asked.
"I'll- ah- tell you later." Cleo said, clearly frazzled.
Boss clapped loudly. "What's your name, descent of Loki? And who are your parents?"
"Cleo. And my parents are Loki and A daughter of Bellona."
"Holy gods of Asgard!" Burly #3492639 yelled.
"Come on, take a seat!" Boss said. "Your boyfriend can sit, too!"
"We're not dating!" We said together.
He sat us down at a table with some chips and a couple of cokes. Cleo nibbled at a couple of chips, refusing to look at nothing but the table.
"So, a daughter of Loki, huh?" Some teenage boy waiter came to our table.
Cleo nodded, still refusing to speak, but she did lift her head up. I just awkwardly drank from my Coke like, I'm just kinda over here with my Maserati and my super hot imaginary girlfriend who looks a lot like you, Cleo.
"So does that mean your going to get up to a bunch of malicious nonsense to follow up your father Loki's path?" The waiter boy asked.
I thought about it for a minute and a name came to my mind. Loki! That evil guy from the avengers who was always getting into trouble and chained to a rock!
Cleo shrugged to the waiter boy.
"Well, if you ever need a partner in crime, call me." He jotted down something on his notepad and handed it to her. She looked at it with satisfaction.
"Thanks." She said to him. He beamed and walked away.
I felt a knot in my stomach. "Dang, what was smooth." I grabbed a chip and swallowed it down.