Helas POV:
We have to go to court tomorrow. It was all sorted. I was to fight Odin for custody of Loki. My stomach churned at the thought of Odin and Loki living together again. I plastered on a smile, as did Loki, and we walked together to my car. I opened the door for Loki. He looked at me sceptically, he had never been in a car? My thoughts were proven right.
"Im not allowed in the car unless there is newspaper or a towel or something to make sure that I don't touch it. Even then I can't go on the front seat."
I stared at my brother horrified. "It's fine. That is now officially your seat. Nothing is required unless you to sit down." He gave me one more look before sliding in. I closed his door and went on the other side. Slipping in I rolled down the windows. Turning on my music as loud as it could go, I turned the key. Low by Flo Rida. Played in the car as we sped down the roads. Loki actually smiled. He was grinning madly as his hair was blown back by the wind, that caused me to grin.
Arriving at my place, we stepped out of the car. I quickly grabbed the keys and slammed the door. Loki closed his and cane round next to me.
I showed Loki his room. Slowly he turned around in awe. "Mine?" He asked. "Yours." I clarified. He turned around and hugged me in a death hug. I hugged him back and could feel tears sliding down my face.
I showed him the kitchen next. He looked around in awe. "How an you afford this?"
"Mum and dads life insurance. They had 3mill each. And I have a good paying job." He smiled at me, both of us remembering our good memories as kids.I showed him one of the living rooms. I liked to call this as a common room.
I showed him the Study. He went over to the piano and pressed a few keys. "Can you play?" I asked, nearing him. He nodded, looking to me for reassurance. I nodded and he gently sat down. Pressing the keys he began to play Fur Elise. It was calming and I very nearly fell asleep.
I showed him to the library and placed a stack of books in his hands. "Fault in our stars?" Loki asked, reading the first title. I beamed at him. "You'll love it. Full of happiness." I smirked. He nodded and looked at the rest. "They're John Green and Suzanne Collins." He smiled and placed them on the sofa.
I showed him our actual living room. He looked around and stroked the cushions.
I took him to my room, across the hall in case he needed me.
We sat on the sofa and lay in each other's arms. I slowly began to play with his hair. "You better run away if I lose!" I warned. He looked up at me. The darkish grey sofas brought out his eyes. "Don't say that, sis." I nodded. Looking around I saw some nerf guns that I shot at my next door neighbour. Loki followed my eyes. He smirked. Shooting up both of us ran towards the guns, grabbing one each we ran for cover. "First to get shit 15 times in their chest wins." Loki nodded and shot up. Shooting me 3 times in the chest. "Fuck." I shouted, jumping and rolling over the sofas. Loki laughed and ran to the over side, sliding for cover. I shit him once in the chest.
After an hour of running around trying to shoot each other, we both fell into a chair at the kitchen table. Loki opened the fridge and took out some bacon and cheese spread. He went over to the cupboard and took out some bagels. "Don't forget to make some for yourself." I added, making sure that he would get some food. He looked at me shocked and confused. "You eat in this household." I said, leaning onto my arms to see what he was doing better. He nodded and went back to making the food. Toasting the bagels, spreading them with cheese, frying bacon, putting the bacon on, placing them on a plate, and eating.
We fell asleep shortly after. I woke up at midnight and carried Loki to bed. I then went to bed myself.
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FanfictionLoki Laufeyson- adopted son of Odin all father. Loki suffers from depression, bipolar, photogenic memory, eating disorder, self harm and suicidal thoughts. The unpopular kids: Bruce Banner, Tony stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rodgers...