Loki's Warrior

Chapter 4: A God in Sweatpants

Loki and I stand on the street just in front of my parent's house, in the rain. I blink my eyes hard as water falls into them. Loki holds the vase of flowers with two hands, staring in through the yellow-lit windows.

"I haven't been here in awhile." I say, loud enough to hear over the rain. The vines on the side of the house were covering most of it, engulfing it in a sea of flora. The tomato garden on the side of the house looked overgrown as well, ripe tomatoes hanging delicately on the vines.

I could see from here my dad's metalshop in the background, a place where he would make sculptures to sell as his way of receiving profit. He had even made me my own bike, but I had never gotten the chance to ride it before I left to Asgard.

My parents weren't fond of me returning to Asgard without them, but Earth wasn't my cup of tea. It was boring, defenseless, and weak. I wanted to train to be a warrior on my home planet, so that's exactly what I did. I hadn't spoken to them in person in months, so this was going to surprise them.

Lightning crackles in the sky above, striking a bright blue and yellow light through the thick grey clouds, a loud boom following. Even more rain seems to pummel down onto where we stand in the road.

Loki's hands tighten around the vase, his tendons pulling hard against his pale skin, veins a pulsing with a light blue color. His face is riddled with dozens of emotions and he doesn't move. He's scared.

"I thought you said Thor wasn't going to be here." His words are full of betrayal.

"He's not. It's just the weather." I reassure him, but he doesn't loose his tense posture. His eyes scan the sky as if Thor will come barreling towards him, but nothing happens besides the rain that pours down onto his worried face. His hair falls down his shoulders, the rain washing all of his curls out.

"I promise he won't hurt you." My worry and sorrow for him falls out with my words. Loki looks at my face in pure confusion, as though he didn't know how I knew he was hurting. My second round of reassurance seems to help, but he doesn't show any sign of relaxation.

I knock on the crimson door with a hard fist, my body feeling like it will freeze off any minute. Loki stands behind me, watching the sky just in case. It felt quite odd to be standing at my parents home with a literal god, but then again I wasn't so normal either. An alien warrior and a trickster demigod, and nobody suspected a thing of us.

The door creaks open, the oldened face of my father taking a moment to recognize me. HIs hair is greyer and more thinned out than before, his clothes consisting of a flannel and jeans. You wouldn't think once that he was from another planet, that he wasn't human.

"Y/n? Are my eyes deceiving me?" His voice is pure shock, my mother frantically pulls the door open wider and my eyes grow wide at the sight of her. Her hair is curled, eyes wrinkled, clothes neatly pressed. She hadn't changed one bit.

"Y/n!" Mother leaps onto the stairwell to wrap her arms around me tightly, but my father's eyes are greatly fixated on the man standing behind me.

"Is this your boyfriend?" My father twirls a shaky finger at him, my mother pulling away to gaze at the godly sight that is Loki.

"No. Just a friend." I answer cooly, though what my father had asked makes me blush.

"Loki Laufeyson." He uses his proper last name this time, lending a large hand out for my father to take. My father gives me a glance before taking his hand.

"You're... Thor's brother?" My mother speaks in a stunned tone. Loki nods at her, putting both hands back on the glass vase. My mother places a hand over her heart, a huge smile plastering her face.