Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

16

I drive for eight hours before I need a proper break. We made a few stops for food, water and the bathroom along the way, but now my eyes are burning and I feel like any moment I'll fall asleep. I pull over at a service station somewhere near the border of Montana, swinging off the bike and unwrapping the scarf from my face. I lean against the wall of the building, closing my eyes momentarily.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright?" Loki sounds genuinely worried, and I realise I must look like shit.

'Yeah," I mumble, pulling myself together and standing up straight.

"You don't look too good," he frowns, smoothing down his hair with one hand and resting the helmet on the bike seat.

"I'm fine," I say again, "let's go see if this place has any food."

The sun is fading in the sky and my watch reads 6.40 pm, so I figure we can get dinner here. There's isn't much to choose from, but after a few minutes I grab us each a sandwich from the fridge and a bottle of water, then head to the counter to pay.

"Long trip?" the cashier asks as she scans our items.

"Yeah," I grin tiredly, "you could say that."

"Well," she smiles, "lucky you have a second driver."

"Yeah," I laugh, not bothering to tell her that Loki can't drive a motorbike and even if he could I wouldn't let him. Not my motorbike.

"That'll be 8 dollars," she says, waiting as I fumble with my money.

"Thanks," I say, taking the change she offers me and nodding at Loki to grab the food.

"She has a point," Loki says as we sit on the filthy ground, munching service station sandwiches and drinking bottled water.

"About what?"

"We should take turns driving, you need sleep."

"I'm fine," I lie, "and I'm not trusting you with my bike."

"You're lying," he replies, "and I'm not getting back on that thing when you're this tired."

"We woke up at the same time today," I protest, "you're just as tired as I am."

"I can go for a few days without sleep," he says, "you can't."

"Bullshit," I declare, staggering to my feet and scrunching up the wrapper from my sandwich.

"It's not," he calls after me as I go to find a bin, "and you know I'm right!"

"Shut up, asshole!" I yell back, but it's true. Sharing the driving would be the logical thing to do, and he doesn't look tired at all. He's also a god, and a frost giant.

"Fine," I say as I return, leaning against the wall, "I'll let you drive the next the few hours while I get a bit of sleep. But," I raise a finger, "you better not leave a single scratch on that goddamn bike or Lord help me."

"You always see sense eventually," he grins.

"Do even know how to ride a motorbike?" I snort.

"Of course," he grins wider, "it's rather simple really."

"Fucking hell," I mutter as I grab my scarf again, wrapping it around my face. Loki gets up off the ground and puts his rubbing in the bin, then grabs the helmet off the seat and puts it on.