Loki made me change rooms while he stayed in the hotel with us.
He decided two days later that he wanted to stay in the same room as me, so he gave the lady at the desk a headache when he asked if he could keep both rooms even though we were only staying in one of them.
Once he was able to get the second room he walked into my hotel room and complained about the staff in this place calling them "idiotic mortals" fourteen times in the span of an hour before he eventually told me that I was changing rooms.
He started to order the brainwashed men to pack my stuff and bring it to the other room when I glared at him.
"What?"
"If you're going to brainwash them, the least you could do is treat them like human beings."
He thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of actually doing what I asked. Eventually, he nodded and with a sigh, asked the men politely if they would help me pack my bags and take them to the other room.
"They will say yes either way. There's no point in being polite about it." He whispered to me.
"Then do it for me," I replied. "Please?"
He nodded begrudgingly and I smiled.
"Thank you," I said to him as I finished packing.
We got all my stuff which was basically seven pairs of clothes and a bunch of doodles I was too pathetic to give up and headed to the other room.
Loki, god, and ruler of us all was too great and powerful to carry mere clothing of a mortal.
Actually, I just didn't have anything he could carry. I carried my clothes and Clint carried my doodles.
We went to the other room and I put all my clothes in the closet and fell onto the bed.
Loki smirked as he noticed my face in a pillow.
"Comfy?"
"Yes," I replied even though my voice was muffled by the pillow.
He just laughed. He sat down on the bed next to me just as the other guy, I called him "not Clint" because he refused to tell me his name, walked in and handed Loki a bunch of books.
I jumped up and hopped onto his bed, peering over his shoulder at the book he was reading.
He laughed.
"What are you reading?"
"Pride and Prejudice."
"YOU LIKE JANE AUSTEN?!" I shouted.
He covered his ear and glared at me.
"Sorry. I just didn't peg you for a Jane Austen fan. I did a report on her at school. She's incredible. What chapter are you on?" I asked.
"Four. I only just started." He replied.
"It's so good. I love Jane Austen. That book is probably one of my favorite too. Jane Austen and Mary Shelley were geniuses of their time."
"Mary Shelley?" He frowned at me.
"Tell me you know Mary Shelley!" I exclaimed. He shook his head. "She wrote the original Frankenstein. You have to read it. I love Henry."
He thought for a moment and opened his mouth to speak before I covered it with one finger.
"You're not allowed to bark at those poor men to get you, Frankenstein."
"Bark?" He raised an eyebrow and laughed, and I started laughing as well. "I didn't think I was a dog."
I continued to laugh. "Shut up! It was all I could think of!"
"I understand what you meant." He sighed. He got up and headed outside to talk to the men and I lied back on his bed.
He walked back in and rolled his eyes. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Why thank you," I replied and he laughed.
He shoved me playfully and I moved over so he could sit on his bed.
We read Jane Austen together until Clint and not Clint came back and brought Frankenstein and dinner.
We all ate dinner together and Loki started on Frankenstein as I took a shower and headed to bed.
I didn't interrupt Loki while he spent the next few days reading Frankenstein. I was entertained by the small comments he would make while reading it and his anger at various characters.
When he finished volume two of the book he slammed the book shut and angrily told me he was going to take a walk which made me laugh.
When he came back I told him that it only gets worse from there and he went out to take another walk. He told me it was to avoid him ripping the book in two.
It took another five days for him to finish because he was continuously forced to drop the book and go for a walk. I would start laughing at him every time he left and every time he came back which either annoyed him or calmed him down faster. I could never tell.
Once he finished Frankenstein, he threw the book against the wall and wouldn't talk to me for two hours.
"All I want to know is was it worth it?" I asked, practically begging him to respond.
He pouted for a minute before responding. "Yes." He muttered.
I chuckled. "Wasn't I right about Henry? He's the only character that there's literally no reason to hate. Everyone else has something that you can despise about them, but not Henry."
"Which of course meant he had to die."
"Naturally," I smirked before jumping onto his bed.
We sat in silence for a while and my thoughts wandered back to home. I wondered what Avery was doing and how she was getting on being the only employee in the shop. Though, based on what she hinted at the last time we talked, I didn't think her being the only one in the shop with Mr. Devito would be that big of a problem.
Of course, I had wondered about my school from time to time, but I didn't allow myself to dwell too much on the subject. What seventeen-year-old would complain about being out of school?
Then, I thought about my dad and I tensed up. Loki must have felt it because he automatically turned towards me and looked concerned.
"What it it?" He asked.
"My dad. I didn't take into consideration how he's feeling about all of this, and yes I know how incredibly selfish that sounds but the only thing I could think about was how happy I was to not have to go back there."
"I'm sure your friend will make sure he's all right." He brushed a couple stray strands of hair out of my eyes and I sighed.
"I guess. I just feel bad that I didn't even take him into consideration."
"It was to be expected. You hated going home to a father that constantly reminded you of the loss of your mother, so when you get a chance to leave your first thought is of how lucky you are."
"I guess." I sighed and he laughed.
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Save Me From Myself (Avengers Fic)
FanfictionSophie Vaughan hated home. It carried memories of her mother and the threat of her father telling her she needed to spend more time mourning the loss of her mom. Loki hated his family. They adopted him and he was constantly reminded of that fact ev...