Trust My Rage

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I decide to look around my room later and I walk with Loki to the elevator.

"So, what's up?" I try staring a conversation. "Reading anything new?"

"Yes." He replies, giving me a strange look. "I finished the book I was reading yesterday."

"Did you like it?" I say excitedly. "Because if you did I know a similar series that's also really great."

"Yes, I enjoyed it." He keeps his answer short and to the point.

"I can show you the other series, later in the library if you want." I tell him as the doors open to the top floor. No ones here so it's just us two. "You hungry?"

I walk over to the fridge to make something for him, my intern-reflects kicking in. That's usually what the Avengers have me do: get them food, clean up a mess, order take out.

When Loki doesn't answer I glance back at him. He's studying me with a quizzical expression on his face.

"What is it?"

"Why are you so nice to me?" He finally says.

"I have no reason to not be." I shrug.

"I tried to conquer your planet." Loki puts out there.

"Yes? But you didn't."

"I've insulted you multiple times." He tried again.

"And I said it's fine." I cross my hands over my chest. "Loki, I have no reason to not be nice to you."

"But your not scared of me, either."

"No, I'm not." I tell him.

"But why? All other Midgardians are. Most of the Avengers look at me with hatred and distrust. Why don't you?"  He seems genuinely confused as to why I don't hate him and why I'm not scared of him.

"I guess it's because I've met people a lot worse than you." I tell him truthfully.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say, I've been through a few things that haven't been very fun." I try to convey that I don't want to talk about it, and I think he understands. "So, are you hungry?"

"No." He takes a seat at the counter and stares at me. "You're strange, for someone from Midgard."

"Thanks?" I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

"Why did you agree to stay here?" His question catches me somewhat off guard. "Don't you have family to go back to?"

"Um, I don't have a family." I try sounding nonchalant but it's a sore subject for me. He looks like he's trying to see if I'm lying and when he decides I'm not he just nods.

"Can I ask what happened to them?" His voice seems a bit softer.

"I don't actually know." I lean back on the counter behind me. "I was found abandoned in an alley way, or that what I was told. I was put into the foster care system but that didn't work out."

"My family abandoned me as well." His voice is now stone cold.

"You mean Thor?" I'm confused.

"No. Thor is not really my family, as much as he tries to convince himself. I was adopted."

"Being adopted isn't bad, I wish I had been adopted." I say, kind of envious that he got adopted into a royal family and has the audacity to complain about it.

"No, being adopted isn't bad, but being abandoned and left to die by your own parents. That's what I don't appreciate." His scowl is back in place, and I find myself missing that smile he had earlier.