Little Street Boy

Chapter 1

Notes:

Hi everyone and welcome to this Christmas Special Fic.

First of all thank you for trying out this 5-chapter story!
Before you start to read, I would just like to warn you that this does not start out all happy and fluffy... Please, PLEASE mind the tags! This will contain domestic abuse, alcohol abuse and drug usage. 

I do promise that shit COULD get better, depending on how YOU want this story to end. :)
I'll upload more chapters later on with two possible endings for you to choose from, so choose wisely ;)

Anyway, that being said, please enjoy this first chapter!

p.s. I am Dutch, so English is not my native. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there are any bothering syntax errors or spelling mistakes ^^

Loki sat in his room, huddled upon his bed. He tried to focus on a school assignment as he buried himself deeper into his blankets. It was another snowy day, another afternoon of white powder piling up on his window frame, freezing the windows. The cold was distracting him, his teeth chattering as a shiver moved down his back. He glanced at the radiator right next to his closet, tempted to turn the device on but knowing better.

His father would kill him if he did.

The young raven turned his attention back to his homework, an annoyed huff coming from his lips as he stared at his science assignment. It was originally due before the holydays, yet Loki never seemed to find any time or peace and quiet to actually get the project done. He was so relieved when Professor Banner, after much pleading and pouting, agreed to give him some extra time.

Loki tried to focus, reading the first question. "What happens when an unstoppable force collides with an immovable object?" He frowned, surely that must be a trick question.

Unfortunately he was not granted the piece and quietness to think this problem through, as the annoyingly high and loud whistle of a boiling teapot filled the air. He cursed under his breath and covered his ears, hoping to block the irritating noise.

He threw his pen on the floor and stepped out of bed as after five full minutes the sound still continued to fill the house. He walked down the stairs, bare feet against squeaking wood as he wondered when his mother would finally do some laundry. He tried to do it himself, once, but she just got mad, shouting at him and asking if she wasn't good enough as a mother. Loki didn't dare to answer that question truthfully.

His father was sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand as he watched television. His mother...

He looked around, his mother nowhere to be seen.

The raven quickly turned off the stove, wondering why the kettle was even on to begin with.

''Bout damn time, kid,' his father called from the couch, words slurring. 'Now how 'bout you actually make yourself useful and get me another beer, huh?' He raised the bottle, holding it upside down to indicate that was in desperate need of a refill.

Loki didn't reply and simply grabbed a new bottle from the fridge, 'Where's mom?' He asked as he gave it to his father.

'What am I? Her fucking babysitter?' Laufey casted him a deadly glare, causing his son to freeze and avert his gaze. 'What's for dinner?' the man eventually muttered as the commercials ended and his show started again, his attention drawn back to the tv.

'I thought mom would-' Loki bit the inside of his cheek, not daring to upset his father again. He could still feel the nagging pain from where his father had hit him the last time he said something wrong. 'I could... I could heat up some soup?'