His Mortal(Loki x reader)

Chapter 10

“We’re home!” mother called out as we enter our rickety, old, moldy, wood home. Feels nice. Smells nice like food and fresh spring. Looks terrible and highly uncomfortable. I liked the mansion better, but then again I could never give up this home. It's where all my memories are… though… I do have to admit this house has seen better days. Much better days. “George, dear, where are you?” mother calls out.
“Kitchen!” the only male in the house that I identify as my brother calls out.
We walk into the kitchen to see older brother, George, cooking up a storm and making a mess left by said storm.
“George! This place is disgusting! I know you're the main one who cooks, but please clean up after yourself. We can't afford any more pests trying to sneak in here for room we don't have and take food we can't afford.” mother tells him.
George scoffs “You're just mad that I'm a better cook than you.” he says waving the spoon around before going back to mixing whatever he was making in the pot.
“Yes. Silly me. How can I ever live up to your brilliant cooking skills?” mother said sarcastically with with a chuckle.
“Don't worry, Patricia. Your pathetically sad secret is safe with me.” George pats his chest confidently.
“My savior.” mother rolls her eyes before heading up stairs to an upper room that we share with another family next door. Our houses are conjoined with many other like apartments, but without certain deciding walls. It's like one huge house of poverty where we all try to keep to our own space. “I'm going to go unpack and let Mr. Nelson know we're back.”
“Okay!” George and I call back to her. George was super tall with a big muscular build. He worked as a carriage and automotive mechanic while also crafting weapons on the side. He says it's a hobby. I think that's one of the strangest hobbies ever, but I think it's cool. George has longish dark brown hair and thick eyebrows with intense green eyes. They say his green eyes came from grandparents I've never met, but his green were almost as intense as my gold. George loves to cook, be protective, and smile and laugh. George is the most silly and positive person I know. He always has something good to say. “So.” he starts by placing a hand on his hip while stirring and looks at me. “How's the meeting with Prince Charming and his witch of a mother?”
“Still charming. Still has a witch for a mother.” I shrug hopping onto the counter watching him cook. I sighed. “It's went well I think. I'm a lot less hesitant to marry him now.”
“Oh yea? What's changed?”
“Just getting to know each other more, I think. He's a nice man. I don't mind him at all. Very kind and intelligent. Much better than getting married off to a complete prat.”
“He seems fine, but you're not impressed. That's the tone I'm hearing in your voice right now.”
“Yes well… I mean...He's there...He's a guy… He's attractive…. He's rich… he's kind. I should be like ‘oh my god! He's so bloody perfect’, but I just don't feel it. You know?”
George nods. “Understandable. You never were one to fit in with the crowd. Even as a child. I suppose trying to be like everyone else just wasn't your cup of tea.”
“That's probably why Mrs. Gallum doesn't want me marrying her son.” I say leaning back a bit and crossing my arms.
“Well. I wouldn't think much on it, especially with her in mind. It only causes a bad appetite and I didn't spend all day cooking for a bad attitude to ruin all my hard work.” George says taking the pot off off the stove and blowing the flame away.
“Oh! Beef stew?!” I asks excitedly.
“Beef stew.” George nods proudly.
“Yes! Another good one from George!” I say hopping off counter giving him a high five.
“There's never a bad one.” he says smirking and grabbing some bowls. I grab the cups. “You always know how  to make what little we have taste like we're wealthy.” I praise to him.
“I try.” he shrugs. “Now go get some lemons from Langton. I think he's either upstairs with Carmen or his dad.”
“I'm on it!” I say and head upstairs. Carmen was there by the steps playing with a stuffed rabbit while drawing in the dust on the floor with a fork. She smiled brightly when she saw me. “Hi, (y/n)!” she says butchering my name immensely. Her vocabulary is getting so much better, but some of those syllables are still too tricky. She'll learn them when she gets older. I smile at her picking her up and spinning her once before setting her on my name hip. “Hi, Carmen. How afore you today?”
“Good.”
“You're good?”
“Yesh!” she smiles excitedly showing her dusty rabbit.
“Is your rabbit good too?”
“Yesh! Eez Pritty!” she says hugging the dirty animal.
“Very pretty. Like you!” I say kissing her cheek and she laughs. “Where's Langston, Carmen? Do you know where Langston is?”
“uummmmm….” Carmen just shrugs.
“Oh. Okay. I'll see you later, okay?” I put her down petting her black hiar.
“Oki! Bye!” she waves with the fork before going back to playing in the dust. I walk in the Nelson’s upstairs part of the room. Mother was talking with Mr. Nelson. He notices me. “ Ah, (Y/n)! Good ta see ya back! Patricia here says things went well with the Gallums?” the large hearty man says. He's a large beefy man with with a big black beard to match. His heart just as big as his loud deep laugh.
“Yes, sir. It did. The next we'll be be seen together is when we're marrying each other.” I nod with a polite smile.
“Yes well. Don'tcha forget about us when you're with those wealthy folk. We'll be supporting ya too. Every step of the way!”
“I can never forget you all. We've been neighbors since forever! You guys are like family.” I hug the large man and his giant laugh bellows and vibrates through his body. He hugs back gently with his large arms. A huge man with a gentle touch.
“It's good to see things finally turning out for ya, (y/n). It's not often things change so drastically around here in this little lot, especially for the better.” he puts a hand on on my shoulder. “we're all proud of ya. Even if ya come crashing down from the heavens we’ll be here to catch ya, ya hear?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you. I will miss you. Very much.”
“Aw. Now don't get all sentimental on me. I'm just going to cry. A little pretty lady like yourself deserves nothing but best, so when Patricia that little (y/n) was getting married?! Well I couldn't believe it! Time had just shot by and them to hear ya were getting married to a noble?! Now that! That was a blessing from the big man himself…” Mr. Nelson says nodding surely and gesturing to the sky. “Yup. For a  big  richy noble to marry a common girl in the slums? That can only be done by the work of a god. Mhm”
“I suppose so…” I thought for a moment before going back to the task at hand. “Um. I actually don't mean to interrupt, but I was actually looking for Langston, so he could go get a few lemons for me.
“Oho! I see. Yes. He's probably up there on the roof as usual.” Mr. Nelson sighs pulling up his pants and going over to open one of the windows.  He sticks his head out, that being the only part that could actually fit through the window. “Langston! Langston, my boy, (y/n) here needs ya to help with a little climbing!”
You hear some shuffling on the roof and some quick patting of feet going by before Langston comes tumbling through the window. The skinny boy gets up dusting some extra dirt from his tank top and shorts made of old rags. He was small and spry. Very thin for a 12 year old boy and not very strong, but he makes up for by being quick and agile. “Langston reporting for duty!” he says saluting and  grinning widely with a chipped tooth in front. “I hear a little lady needs some climbing expertise?”
“Yes, sir! I need a spry young man like yourself to go and get me the best lemons you see on that tree back there and bring them back so George and I can make some juice!” I salute back.
“Yes ma’am! The best ones?”
“The best ones! If you do this then you will be rewarded handsomely.”
“You got it, (y/n)! I'll be back with your lemons in a bit. Is George making beef stew again?”
“Sure is!”
“Yes!” Langston cheers jumping out the window. “Lemons coming right up!”
“He's always so energetic. Sweet boy.” mother says smiling softly.
“Hoho! He is indeed! Kind hearted like his mother and ambitious like his strong father!” Mr. Nelson says showing his muscles.
“I'm going to help George with the rest of his food. See you at dinner!” I waved to Mr. Nelson and mother as I left. I scooped up Carmen on my way down the steps and she started whining and grabbing behind me. I looked and saw she dropped her rabbit. I quickly grabbed it giving it back to her and and she squeezed it tightly to her chest pressing her face into the top of its head. I cooed at her for a moment relishing her laughter and looked out the window that was at down the hall from the stairs. It seemed a bit dark. I walk over to the window with Carmen still in my arms. I peered outside. The sky was pretty cloudy and muggy. The air looked a bit thick. I wondered if I should have let Langston go out there. It seemed almost unhealthy to do so. In the distance you could see a big, thick, heavy cloud of smoke. Something must have caught on fire. Forest fires are always happening. It was probably another one, but this one must be huge, otherwise all this soot in the air wouldn't be so thick and heavy. I sigh and shoot my head. When everyone comes down for supper then I'll make sure Langston is well before he turns in for the night. I walk down stairs and a young boy was already sitting at the table playing with his car. He had dirty blond hair and by dirty blond I mean blond with dirt in it. He seemed to have missed his bath for the week. His mom should give him one tomorrow before he has has to wait until next week. “Hey, Casey…” I say placing a hand on the back on his chair. “You're down here pretty early. Did your mom leave already?”
“No…” the boy says shyly focusing harder on his car. “She said she had a headache and needed to rest a little more before going to work. She told me to tell her when supper was ready.”
“Oh. Alright. Well when you do then tell her that we're having beef stew.” I tell him putting Carmen in her own little seat that was just a regular chair with pillows for a high cushioned seat and pieces of sanded wood screwed into the chair to keep her from toppling over.
“Really? Mum loves beef stew! I'll go tell her right now!” Casey says hopping from his seat and runs upstairs. I smile at his retrieving form and walk back into the kitchen. “Langston is getting the lemons now.” I tell George as he's wrapping up all the small fruits and nuts that the group managed to get this week. “Great! I'm just about done here. What about the others?”
“Mother and Mr. Nelson are talking upstairs. Carmen is in her seat playing with her rabbit. Casey went upstairs to get his mum and I think Angela is still upstairs. She's going to need help getting her grandmother down here.”
“Oh. I'll get them. You finish setting the table.” George says dusting off his hands.
“Okay, but hey… don't you think it's little dark outside?”
“I figured it was just another forest fire.”
“Right… right. That's what I thought too, but…. Something is telling me it's not… I don't know. I'm being weird.” I waved it off. “Just get Angela and Martha”
“You sure?” George asks looking at me seriously and closely.
“Yeah… no worries.” I tell him. He nods and goes upstairs with another side glance towards me. I sigh setting the table.

Hey. I updated. Just like I said I would. Things are all good? Great. Well that's it. I have nothing else to say. Comment below or don't. Do whatever. I don't care either way. I hope you guys are doing awesome. Thanks for reading my story. First watt pad story. It's a big thing for me. I hope you all have a wonderful day today, so good luck with your day and I'll see you in the next chapter. Tootles!