Surprisingly Spunky

Chapter 3: A New Roomate?

The mysterious woman took a few small steps back from Loki. Slowly, she reached her hand out to help him up. Loki found the strengthto lift up his arm. She grabbed Loki's arm with both hands and pulled him up.

"Get inside. Now!" she growled.

Loki didn't move.

"I said get inside!"

Finally, Loki slowly put one foot in front of the other and followed her.

She quickly opened the door, pushed Loki through it, closed it again, and locked the door.

Loki stood there looking at her.

"Why are you here?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know"

"Who sent you here?"

"I don't know."

"Do you say anything other than 'I don't know'?!" She said getting exasperated.

"Yes."

"Oh Joy." She said sarcastically.

"I believe we got off on the wrong foot." Loki stated.

"I am Lo-"

"I know darn well who you are! You attacked the island of Manhattan, and killed several million people in the process!"

Loki just stared at her like he was expecting her to do something.

"Well?" Loki asked

"What could you possible want from me! you should be lucky you're in my house! You should be lucky I haven't turned you in or killed you!" she shouted.

"Well?" he started again

"You know who I am, are you not going to tell me who you are?" Loki finished.

"And why would I do that?" she asked narrowing her eyes again.

"I thought it was common courtesy." Loki said, knowing the comment would get under her skin.

"Common courtesy my butt" she replied.

She gave Loki the death stare, turned on her heel, and walked away. Loki was shocked, he had never had a failed attempt of getting under someone's skin. Loki quickly recovered and followed her. As he was walking through her kitchen, something caught his eye. Several envelopes were lying in a basket of fruit. Loki walked over and picked them up. Immediately he noticed that they all had one thing in common; SARIAH CALDWELL followed by a series of numbers and strange words (strange to Loki anyway) was on the front of every envelope.

Loki tried to conceal his smirk as he walked over to the woman, who seemed to be putting something cream colored on a wooden structure.

"Are you ever going to tell me that your name is Sariah Caldwell?"

She stiffened and whirled around to face Loki.

"How did-" was all she said before she saw her stack of mail in Loki's hand.

"You went through my mail?!"

She asked, fuming.

"You do know that's a crime, don't you?!"

"Yes, I've committed quite a few of those in my lifetime," Loki said, finally letting her see his smirk.

Loki was determined to get under the young Midgardian's skin this time.

"I'm quite aware." was all she said before turning her attention to something else.

Loki was downright furious now. Not only had he failed to get under Sariah's skin the first time, he had failed for a second time in five minutes!

Loki considered his next move carefully. He refused to to be denied a third time. He watched very carefully as she continued putting the cream colored object onto the three-legged wooden thing. After deciding that the object seemed to be in place, she walked over to a small trunk and pulled out several jars, each of which, was a different color. Sariah walked back to the wooden tripod, trying to ignore Loki staring at her and smirking, and opened very jar.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"Shut up." was the answer he received.

"Answer my question and I will."

Sariah shot him a dirty look before replying: "I'm painting."

Loki was not satisfied by her answer and continued to ask his next question.

"What are you painting on?"

"Weren't you supposed to shut up? I answered your question!"

"I have another one." Loki said shrugging.

"I'm painting on a canvas. My canvas is on my easel." She snapped.

"Why are you painting? Don't you think that it's strange to just start painting?"

"Don't you think that it's strange for the criminal who just finished wreaking havoc on New York to just show up laying in the driveway of a girl's house!?"

"What will you be painting?"

"I'm not answering you!" Sariah said before putting her headphones in.

Sariah always painted better when she was listening to music. She didn't know why, but she did. She jacked up the volume so that she could not here the God of mischief, whether he wanted to be heard or not.

She wondered for the millionth time why she was letting him stay at her house.