As one. Always. (A Loki fan fiction)

Chapter 19

After the long wait, here it is. Cheers! :)

I slept peacefully, even though I went to bed mad at Loki. I rolled over to face the clock on my desk curious to see what time it was. I gave a satisfied groan when I saw that it was eleven thirty in the morning. I had actually gotten to sleep in today! I glanced over to see Loki’s cot empty.

Typical. You can take the man out of Asgard, but you can’t take Asgard out of the man. I knew Loki was an early riser, and usually I was too, so I could do everything I wanted to do. But sleeping in while I visited my mom was something I looked forward to, and I had figured Loki would take advantage of it as well. I guess not.

I stretched and lay in bed, thinking over last night again. I was still ticked about Layla, that was sure. But I wasn’t sure if I was still mad at Loki or not. Part of me said he was telling the truth about what happened between him and Layla, and that he didn’t want anything to do with her. But the other part was still jealous that he didn’t seem to think twice about me.

I sighed unhappily. I wanted Loki to see me as more than just a friend. I wanted Loki to like me the way I liked him. I wanted him all to myself, and as his friend, that wasn’t possible. Because whether I liked it or not, Loki didn’t seem interested. And one day he would find the girl who interested him, and I wouldn’t have the heart to hold him back from happiness. I sighed again, wishing life would for once work in my favour when it came to love. I had never been in love, and I never cared much about love until I met Loki. I had a whole new opinion about love where Loki was involved.

I rolled out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to shower. Starting up the water, I waited for it to heat up, before getting in and lathering up. The hot water helped me think. I decided not to be mad at Loki. I would just have to believe him when he said he didn’t want to see Layla again, and leave it at that. Hanging it over his head was immature and pointless. And he would probably be repelled by me, not attracted, like I wanted, if I nagged him and held grudges.

As I got out of the shower, I still hadn’t seen Loki. He wasn’t in my room when I peeked in. I shrugged, knowing he was either in the living room or in the kitchen. There wasn’t many places he could go, and he couldn’t leave the apartment without me. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a scoop neck three quarter length sleeve shirt. Putting on a pair of socks, and pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I went to find breakfast.

I found Loki in the kitchen, going through the cabinets. I stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching him rummage around, pulling open cupboards and closing them shut again. Call me weird or creepy, but it was fascinating to see Loki do normal, human things. In Asgard, Loki was a prince. Though he was independent, he didn’t have to do things everyone else had to do on earth, like making his own food, doing laundry, or dishes. People did that for him, and watching him actually have to do it himself made me realize how much of his life was set up by royalty.

Even my life was easier than some in Asgard. My father had left me enough money to get by, and I didn’t spend a ton of it. I only used it to pay for my rooms at Asgard, and keeping Frost fed and sheltered. After those expenses I had a lot of money left for personal use. I really didn’t have to work in Asgard, and could pursue my own interests. I had people collect my laundry and prepare my meals. I didn’t have to do much either.

“Are you going to just stand there or will you eventually come aid me in finding something to eat?” Loki turned and snapped at me. For a second I considered telling him to find his own food, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be mad at Loki anymore. I wanted to just forget what happened last night and be happy again.

“You know, you wouldn’t get by here without me.” I shooed him away and opened the cupboard he was about to open, and pulled out some Frosted Flakes. I set it out on the table, and grabbed two bowls, spoons and milk from the fridge. I poured a bowl, and pushed it towards Loki, who had taken a seat and watched me do all that.