Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

7

There's a cat. There's a cat outside my door, meowing frantically.

"Why..." I groan, leaning against the door and hugging my knees to my chest. My life is getting weirder and weirder, just when I thought the weirdness was over.

The cat meows again, and I sigh. I can't leave the poor thing outside. Getting up, I open the door and stand back, watching as it walks straight into my house, rubbing it's slender body against my leg. It's black, with a long tail and smooth fur. It jumps up onto the window sill in the kitchen and watches me with wide, green eyes, its tail tip flicking ever so slightly.

"What do you want?" I ask it, and it meows again. I go over to the pantry, I have a can of tuna in there that it can have. I put it in a dish, placing it on the bench and watching as the cat sniffs it, then takes a bite. It eats the whole thing, occasionally glancing up at me. When it's done, it washes its paws delicately, still watching me.

"You remind me of someone," I tell it, thinking of the way Loki watched me. It doesn't say anything. "Great," I roll my eyes, "now I'm talking to a cat." The cat blinks slowly, and I swear it's judging me.

All day, the cat follows me around as I go about the house, downloading protective software onto my computer, fixing up pipes, then eventually just sitting.

I feed it again at dinner time, then go outside to my shed where I keep boxes of books that I've collected. I choose one at random, taking it inside and reading the cover.

"A tale of two cities," I read aloud, then climb up to my bed and open to the first page.

I'm about twenty minutes in when I feel a warm fury body against my leg, and look down to see the little cat curled up against me. Tentatively, I stroke its head with a finger. It purrs softly, and I go back to reading.

"Shhh," Loki drags me along the golden corridor, a candle held out before him.

"Where are we...?"

"I said shush!" he tells me, and I shrug. He turns back to me, and this time I see he looks around twelve or thirteen. He's wearing dark green silk pyjamas, and I notice that I'm wearing a nightgown of the same material.

"We have to be quiet," he hisses, flicking his messed-up black hair off his face with one hand, the other still holding the candle.

"I still don't get..." I trail off as he smiles wickedly, placing a finger on his lips. I roll my eyes, sighing and following him. Thor's rooms are just around the corner, and we come to the door soon enough.

"Ok," Loki stops, blowing out the candle. In the darkness, his pale face seems to float.

"You're sure this is a good idea?" I ask doubtfully, and he nods. There's a green flash, and then a dark elf stands before me, grinning. It raises a finger to its lips again, and I smile.

I follow it as it quietly opens Thor's door, following his snoring into his bed chamber. I stand back as Loki goes over to Thor's bed, leaning right down over his face.

"Wake up," Loki whispers, but it isn't his voice. Thor mutters and turns over, and Loki looks back at me. He goes around to Thor's other side, prodding his brother with a finger.

"Wake up," he whispers again, and this time the blonde kid opens his eyes, looking around. His gaze alights on the dark elf leaning over him, and he jumps backwards, yelling in fright. I turn around before he can see me, running from his rooms and out into the hallway, Loki – now in the shape of a mouse – scuttling close behind.

I slam the door, running frantically back to Loki's rooms with him behind me. It's a good thing I know the way so well.

"That was... so... funny!" I wheeze as Loki shuts his door, sinking down on the ground and catching my breath.

"Good idea with the elf," he congratulates me, "I never would have thought to look through Odin's books!" I turn my head to face him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did you see his face?" I say, and we both burst out laughing.

"Priceless," he smiles, and I close my eyes, content to sleep right there on my best friend's floor.

My neck is killing me. I sit up, moving the heavy volume of "a tale of two cities" off my lap, trying not to disturb the sleeping cat. I shuffle down underneath the duvet, pondering this latest dream. Was it a dream, or was it a memory? I don't know. I close my eyes again, praying that I can just get a normal sleep.