Eternal Bond » Loki x Reader

Chapter 7

-Author's Note-

Hey guys! Gosh, it's been a long time since I've updated this. I know that quite a lot of you couldn't wait for another chapter and some of you have even asked if I'm okay! I wanted to say thank you for all your support and for staying with me even though I went way off schedule. I can't promise weekly updates right now because as I've found new fandoms, I've got new interests (Cough cough, Daryl Dixon). That means I'm not as passionate about writing this fanfiction anymore but as you have all been so kind and supportive, I will try as hard as I can to finish this. Thank you, and enjoy.

As I swing open the door of the shawarma place, a familiar smell of greasy Midgardian food fills me along with the strange tinkling of a small bell on the door. Those bells are another thing that I don't really understand. Maybe (y/n) could tell me... The bustling atmosphere pushes me forward towards the counter. A young woman behind the counter quickly notices me and seems to straighten up.

"What'll it be, sir?" She smiles, jerking her head so her wavy, brown hair swishes away, revealing a pair of pale blue eyes much like my brother's.

"Could I have chicken and turkey shawarma with... Some of those potato sticks?" I ask, staring at a small metal bucket filled with the pale yellow things.

"You mean fries? Or do you Brits call them chips?" She raises an eyebrow. Is she mocking me? How dare she! Instead of expressing my annoyance, I let out a nervous laugh.

"Yes, those. Sorry, I was just a little lost for words." Her cheeks suddenly flush red. Was it something I said?

"Don't worry, it happens to me too." She giggles, that giggle reminds me a lot of (y/n). Just the thought of (y/n) made me smile. "Anyway, find somewhere to sit and your order will be ready soon. My name's Savannah by the way."

"Tom." I give her a small smile and as I turn to find a table, out of the corner of my eye I notice her biting her bottom lip. (y/n) did that a few times, I thought it was just one of the many strange quirks of hers, but apparently not. Shaking the thought out of my head, I find a spot against the wall, next to a few black and white pictures of cities. Cities I could have taken over. But none of that matters now. The waitress, Savannah hurries over to my table sooner than I expected, carrying another small bucket filled with "fries".

"There you go, your shawarma will take a little longer since it's being freshly made. Sorry for the inconvenience." She apologises as if I had been waiting there for hours.

"It's fine, thank you." I smile and take a fry. As I take a bite of it, I let out an amused sigh. "I could get used to this."

"Well, you're always welcome here at Shawarma Palace!" Savannah says a little too enthusiastically. I sort of forgot that she was there for a moment.

"Savannah, order 32 is ready!" A voice calls from somewhere behind the counter. 

"Oh, that's yours! Be right back!" And with that, the strange girl hurries off, only to return moments late with a plate of food. "Alrighty, here we are." She sighs, placing the plate in front of me, slightly out of breath.

"Thank you." I nod to her and start digging into the heavenly food before me. Savannah stands there for a few moments more. I glance up from my dish to see a somewhat eager look on her face. Does she want something?

"Oh, I forgot, do you need any napkins?" Not too sure of what they were and eager to continue eating I nodded.

"Yes please." She rushed off again, this time taking longer to return. 

"There." She says quickly and places a small stack of napkins next to my plate. I thank her yet again and she finally leaves to serve another customer. 

-30 Minutes Later-

"It's even better the second time..." I sigh, remembering my first shawarma. I stare down at the empty plate and bucket before me and enjoy the satisfying sensation in my stomach. Noticing how greasy my fingers are, I realise the purpose of the napkins. Shaking my head at my stupidity, I grab the first one on the top and am about to wipe my hands on it before realising that something is written on it. There, scrawled in ink was a series of numbers and below that was a name. Savannah.