*next day*
"Woah (y/n) you look like you didn't sleep," Tony says when he sees me come down.
"That's because I didn't," I say and walk into the kitchen, making myself a bowl of cereal. I couldn't sleep after what Loki said.
"Why's that?" Thor asks, eating a pop tart.
"I don't know," I sigh.
"Take a nap later than," Steve tells me. I hum and start eating.
*Mini Timeskip*
"Morning Loki," I sigh and walk into the stables. I give Hades and Apollo some fresh hay and get the remote. I notice the plate of food of the small table I built. Guess he got his breakfast.
"I'm going somewhere, are you coming?" I ask.
"Where?" He asks.
"Somewhere are you coming or not?" I ask again.
"What's with the attitude princess?" Tony asks as he walks into the stables.
"I get like this when I'm tired," I sigh and rub my forehead.
"You should be tired more often then," Tony jokes.
"Sure; well why are you here?" I ask him.
"Steve told me to retrieve Reindeer Game's breakfast," Tony says and takes the plate.
"And you listened?" I ask. That didn't seem like Tony.
"I lost rock, paper, scissors," he grumbles and walks out. I laugh a bit and shake my head.
"Let's brush you," I sigh and grab the brush. I walk into his stall and begin to brush his mane. My phone rings and I pick it up.
"Hey Nico," I greet.
"Hey (y/n), you good?" He asks.
"Nothing just tired. What's up though?" I ask.
"Justin dropped by," he says.
"What....what did he say?" I ask.
"Just threatened me to stay away from you, the usual," he mumbles.
"Oh my gosh...wait usual?" I ask.
"So um why was a murderer wearing my clothes?" He asks.
"Don't try to change the topic Nico, what did you mean by usual?" I ask.
"I didn't mean anything," he says quickly.
"Nico I'm already in a bad mood don't play games. How long?" I ask.
"A couple weeks," he mutters.
"And you didn't bother telling me?!" I yell.
"I didn't want you to worry," he explains.
"Well what the fuck do you think I'm know?!" I ask.
"Mad...?" He says.
"Bye Nico," I say and end the call. I groan in frustration and throw the brush in the corner.
"Follow or get shocked I don't give a fuck," I tell Loki and press the release button.
*pov change*
I can't believe me, a god, has to be chained up in a place where horses stay.
"Morning Loki," (y/n) says as she walks in. I watch her give her horses their food. She glances at the table she built for me. Out of all the people I guess I approved of her the most.
"I'm going somewhere, are you coming?" She asks.
"Where?" I ask in return.
"Somewhere are you coming or not?" She says. Did she just show me attitude?
"What's with the attitude princess?" Tony asks, walking into the stables.
"I get like this when I'm tired," (y/n) says.
"You should be tired more often than," Tony tells her. Always so free with the opposite gender. (Y/n) asks why he's here and he replies by saying he's here for the breakfast dishes. He collects them and leaves. He grumbles how he lost a game making (y/n) laugh. She begins brushing the horse as her phone rings.
"Hey Nico," She greets. Why is she always talking to him? I look away and focus back when I hear (y/n)'s tone increase. Is..is that ice by her feet? I look closer; that was ice. As her tone increases the ice's distance increases as well. Was she not seeing this? She groans and throws the brush in the corner.
"Follow or get shocked I don't give a fuck," she says and presses the release button, walking out, grabbing her backpack along the way. I get up and touch the ice where she was previously standing. The cuffs were on, it couldn't be me. Wait she took the remote with her! I quickly walk out and follow her from a distance. I look down at the trail of grass with frosted tips, going where (y/n) stepped. Was she even human?
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