When a God Falls (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

10

It's snowing when I go outside to feed the dogs the next morning. It lies all over the ground in a fine coating of white, shining in the pale dawn light.

Walter and Willow are scratching and whining at the door when I get there, and as soon as I let them out they dash madly into the yard, sniffing around and getting covered in snow. I decide to leave the door to their kennels open for them, setting down their dry food and going back inside.

"Is it snowing?" Fin asks when he comes into the kitchen, peering out the window.

"Yeah," I grin, "sure looks like it."

"Huh, cool. I was talking to my coach the other day," he says, "and apparently Chris injured himself. He wants me to fly over and play for him."

"Who's Chris? Is he ok? And that's kinda short notice, isn't it? Where's the game?"

"Number 7. And he's fine, he just can't play. I've got a flight booked to Spain for this afternoon."

"From where?"

"Albury first off, but it's not just straight there." He leans against the bench, watching as I make the toast.

"You want some?" I ask, and he nods. I get another piece of bread out of the bag, then cram all three into the toaster and turn it on.

"Anyway," he continues, "I'll head off around lunch time. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, sure." I smile. I feel bad, but it's going to be a lot easier to manage having Loki around when Fin's got here.

At quarter-to-one, I give my brother an awkward half hug, then watch his car retreating down my muddy driveway from the doorway, waving until I can't see him anymore. I breathe a sigh of relief then go inside.

"You don't have to stay in there anymore," I call through the door to the spare room, "Fin's gone."

It opens slowly, and Loki pokes his head around the side. "I assume this means you'll no longer be holding me hostage in your spare room?"

"Holding you..." I don't even bother to complete the sentence.

Neither of us do much for the rest of the day, we just skirt around each other carefully and try not to come in contact as much as we possibly can, but we're forced to interact when it's dinner time.

I make us each a sandwich, figuring that even though Loki is a murderer and a terrorist, I can't starve him. We eat in the kitchen, not saying anything. I occasionally glance across at him, and a few times I catch him watching me, but apart from that we don't connect at all.

"So you said you were looking for something." I say when I'm done, the thought has been nagging at me all day.

"Did I?" he delicately wipes his mouth, inspecting the nails on one hand.

"When you first came here. You said you'd lost something."

"I did, didn't I?" he's still being annoying vague, still acting like he's above me.

"So what was it? Are you gonna find it?"

"It's a helmet. And yes, I am looking for it."

"What will you do when you find it?" I rest back against the bench, folding my arms across my chest.

"I won't stay here a second longer. As much as I appreciate your hospitality, Earth is far from my favourite place."

"So..." I think for a second, chewing the inside of my cheek. "Say if I helped you find your helmet, you'd be gone quicker?"

"If I found it quicker, then yes, I'd be gone. But really, I don't think there's anything you could do to help me." He finally looks up, meeting my eyes across the room and raising an eyebrow.

"Worth a shot," I shrug, then go upstairs to my study.