Some Kind Of Monster (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Revelations

Chapter 2: Revelations

Emerging from the bathroom with caution, I kept a curling iron behind my back to wield as a weapon in case of emergency.  Peeking out behind the wall, I didn’t see Olympia.  Or Loki.  “Olly?”  I asked, calling her by her nickname, my heart jumping into my throat.  She didn’t respond.  “Olly!!  Hold on, I’ll save you!”  I bellowed and ran out, holding the curling iron out infront of me like a sword.  “Get away from heeerrr!!!”

Running around the short little wall segregating the diminutive hall from the livingroom, I collided with Olympia.  “Are you hurt, are you okay?!  Did he hurt you?!”  I asked in a rush of adrenaline and shock, my hands gripping her shoulders.

Olly shook her head, disordered, and said, “Philly, I’m alright, what’s wrong?” 

“Where is he?  I’ll beat him senseless with…this,” I ended pitifully, holding the iron up.  “Where’s the egg beater?”

“What are you talking about?”  She asked and began hauling me into the livingroom.

“Where the hell is Loki?  Did he hurt you?!”  I tautened my grip on the brush, ready to unbridle a can of whoop-ass.

Instead she laughed.  Why was she laughing?  “Philly, there’s no need for that.  And…put down the curling iron.”

“Where is h-” I stopped midsentence, seeing him in the kitchen.  I didn’t see him in there because the bathroom and kitchen are on the same wall.  And I ran forward.

My eyes narrowed and I stopped walking.  “Go,” my sister whispered and strode passed me.

“Pushy,” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off Loki.  He stood in the kitchen wearing a dark colored T-shirt and jeans, probably some of our older brother’s clothes that I didn’t realize we still had.  His hair was brushed back and he held a coffee cup in his hand.  My Jack Skellington coffee cup.  “That’s my cup,” I said, gesturing to it and glancing at Olympia and back to the cup. 

She made a face at me and said, “Philly…really?  Who cares about the cup?  You’ve already cracked the handle twice and I had to Gorilla Glue it back together.”

I swallowed and felt my stomach churn uncomfortably.  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Um…Loki…this is my dysfunctional sister, Ophelia, Philly or Phil-”

“My name isn’t Phil,” I told her, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

She shook her head.  “Anyways,” she sighed.  When I didn’t move, she nudged me with her elbow.  I stepped forward a bit and eventually she shoved me closer.

“Evening,” I said through locked jaws.  Loki shook my hand; his skin was ice cold.

“I want to thank you for pulling me out of the river,” he said and smiled at me.

Think of New York, think of New York!  I screamed at myself mentally.  I looked up into his emerald eyes and didn’t smell any crazy.

I swung my fist at him and connected it with the side of his face.  His head snapped to the side and a smile spread across his face.  “That was for New York,” I growled at him.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides, and he said, “I like this girl.”

“Give me that!”  Olympia said and walked over, snatching the curling iron out of my hand.  I looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Give it back!” I snapped.  “You won’t let me touch the knives.”

“Yeah and for a good reason,” she told me.  I looked back at Loki to find him with his head slightly bent and his eyes looking up at me, a sad expression on his features.  My stomach tightened and I told myself to remember Stark Towers.  To remember how he broke Harlem.  “Okay I’m going to pick up some Chinese food now.”