A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Breakfast

—-Loki—-

I wake up to see Sam is still resting peacefully beside me. I'm glad. It's obvious that the incident at the mall may have been a factor in her nightmare. I've noticed this happens at times, when she's anxious or scared they tend to plague her only adding to the problem. I silently slip out of bed and my eyes glance over the weighted blanket she always wraps herself in and I'm again hit with a pang of sadness remembering Tony gifting it to her.

It really was a kind gesture from the overly eccentric billionaire. I've come a ways with my grief the past couple days but it still hurts but then it always will I suppose. It will get better but it won't ever fully leave but perhaps that's for the best, this way I won't forget my unlikely friend over the millennia. With the sadness I will also be forced to remember the memories I'm fond of.

I smile slightly thinking of a few of them, 'Reindeer Games' I chuckle quietly, after silently mouthing the nickname to myself oh how it had annoyed me so...

I find proper attire and get ready, as I do I notice the cut on my arm has almost completely healed. I smile slightly to myself. Sam is always so concerned whenever her abilities lash out at me and at the rate this is healing it may be gone before she demands to see it or stubbornly takes it back.

I quietly slip out of our room and begin making breakfast I have work to do today. I'm meeting up with some wedding planers I've hired to decide on a few things. I've put a bit of thought into it and decided on colors I'm partial to black, green, and gold but black didn't seem right for the occasion so I went with white instead. I know Sam has taken a liking to the colors as well as she wears them quite often.

I don't know if this is only due to my influence or if she's always had an affinity for them but she without a doubt favors them now so I'm confident with this choice. I begin the process of making pancakes a dish I know Sam enjoys she had a rough night and... well, her smile that will come from something so seemingly inconsequential is motivation enough for me to go through the trouble. Soon after I start I hear movement from the bedroom.

"Lo'?"

Her voice sounds slightly scared I want to kick myself. With her state of mind from yesterday I shouldn't have left her to wake up to an empty room. I leave my work on breakfast and enter back into the bedroom.

"I'm right here darling."

She smiles at me from where she's sat up in bed and nods her anxiety pacified by seeing me. I return the smile.

"I'll be right in the other room alright?"

She nods and I leave her returning to my work. Eventually she comes out still in her pajamas while I in contrast am wearing a suit with my hair up in a bun so it stays out of my way. We would look quite ridiculous to anyone observing us. Hopefully Heimdall is otherwise occupied. She smiles as she sees what I'm doing, taking in the unusual scene in front of her. She stays silent for a moment as she takes a seat at the table. Then I hear her mumble.

"You're adorable."

I feel my face heat up this only succeeds in producing a giggle from Sam. I frown slightly.

"This never happened. Understood?"

She smirks.

"Oh of course because it would be just horrible if anyone found out Loki the stoic and fearsome god has a soft side."

"Well I do have a reputation to keep."

She rolls her eyes.

"I think they already know."

This is true the team's seen it first hand, the whole world has, still I'm not ready to openly admit the full extent of my sentiment to the team. I'm not sure why but it's like I'm afraid of people knowing I'm not someone they should fear. I don't want to be an outcast, I've spent enough of my life living that way, but what if I still am?

What if I'm still rejected but don't even command enough respect from people's fear to make up for it? These past few years it's been my only way of getting people's attention alongside my silver tongue. Will people pay me any mind if they think I've gone soft? Sam studies the look in my eyes then makes her way over to me. She smiles at me sweetly.

"I won't tell anyone Lo'."

She smirks mischievously.

"...if you promise to make this a regular thing."

I laugh.

"So you've resorted to blackmailing me for my affections?"

She shrugs smiling.

"Whatever works."

I begin pouring the batter into the pan I have been especially careful with it I don't want to burn myself and have Sam come take it.

"Well you need not resort to that you need only to ask."

She giggles slightly and clings to me as I work. She takes my free hand and suddenly the barely noticeable pain in my arm is gone. I'm almost annoyed I nearly had it fully healed!

"Sam!"

"Oh hush I wanted to take it but I know you're stubborn. It's not even that bad!"

I roll my eyes at that notion it's not untrue but it is hypocritical.

"Oh yes, I'm the stubborn one."

She pats my back smiling smugly.

"Now you're getting it!"

I sigh an amused smile finding its way onto my lips. I feign dominance.

"Just go sit down so I can serve you breakfast!"

She mock salutes with a laugh before she does.

"Yes sir!"

I sigh and turn off the stove then take everything I need and join her at the table.

"Mortal what am I going to do with you?"

"Love me till death?"

I laugh as I sit down with her to eat.

"I suppose you leave me no other choice."

She smiles.

"Damn straight."

We enjoy quite a good breakfast before going our separate ways we each have our own plans for the day.