A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Early Riser

——Sam—-

I wake up early still shaken by the dream I had last night. My dream started with Loki being torn from our home by S.H.E.I.L.D I don't remember how my mind reasoned why they did this. I think that he'd either done something or that they had decided not to believe he'd been used anymore. I just remember a gut sinking feeling that they were going to take him to the Raft and I was never going to see him again.

The second half of my dream was far more disturbing. The entire scene shifted as dreams tend to do. Within the dream it felt so real my mind not realizing the leap in logic it made... that the two scenes didn't connect. There weren't many males in the place I was being held captive, not captive males at least, though I had witnessed some few exceptions and that had apparently been enough for my mind to put Loki in their place.

I just couldn't get a grip on my panic after that not even with him holding me. He managed to surprise me enough to pull me from my dark thoughts when he started singing. I don't know what language it was probably Asgardian though it did sound very similar to Nordic and Scandinavian languages on Earth so it could've been one of those. Though I couldn't understand the words somehow the song started to calm me.

He had a beautiful voice and it didn't take long at all for me to feel soothed by it. I'm almost positive he's never done that for anyone else. As I lay awake I observe him again. How is it he's found himself in so much trouble and on the receiving end of so much hate when at his core he's so kind?

If he were to only shed his veil of indifference and malice he'd find out he has more allies than he thinks. I have to give him some credit on that front though he took a good step forward with that yesterday. I wonder what made him so guarded that he doesn't believe he can show people he cares, that he doesn't trust people not to reject him. Was his life truly that bad before everything?

He refrains from talking about his childhood other than some stories about himself and Thor and memories about his mother. He's never mentioned any childhood best friends or accomplishments from that time in his life... didn't he have any? That possibility seems sadly likely. I know he would have excelled in his studies but that doesn't seem to be the kind of thing that gets you praise in Asgard. Loki's breathing shifts and he stirs looking a little fearful about something in his sleep.

I put my hand at his neck comfortingly moving my thumb up and down in a hopefully soothing motion his features visibly relax. I smile slightly. I wait a bit more to make sure whatever dream was bothering him doesn't come back the minute I move my hand. When I observe him sleeping peacefully for a good five minutes I decide it's ok for me to go start on breakfast.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and leave the room without disturbing his sleep. I'm not sleeping any more this morning. I don't want to be at the mercy of randomness when it comes to my thoughts anymore. I know I'll need to sleep tonight but I'll worry about that later. It's really early 4:00 A.M. I search the internet looking for any information about any Asgardian or Old Norse breakfast that I can make easily and quietly.

I quickly found a recipe for Barley Porridge and we happen to have the right ingredients for it in the house. It won't take long to make and I want it to be hot when Loki and Mary get up. I'm faced with boredom but quickly figure out how to fill my time finding a show on Amazon that's a depressing satire of both comic book characters and the real life Avengers.

I'm both appalled and captivated by the series with its violence and dark themes but it isn't long before I'm through a little under half of season one. At that point I pause it and begin the process of making the porridge. As it heats I start the next episode. A ways into it Mary comes out of her room and I pause the episode a somewhat maternal instinct I didn't know I had kicking in. This show is too mature for Mary.

"Whatcha watchin'?"

"Its really not good... I mean it's great storytelling but you shouldn't watch it."

She takes one look at the screen which is paused on Homelander and nods.

"That dude's scary."

I'm a little mortified at the thought of Mary having been exposed to such explicit material.

"You know about this show?"

"Yeah I also know about Jason Voorhees and the Xenomorph without having seen those movies, he's an iconic character."

I nod slightly relieved. I don't know why I care, she's just so pure I guess. She smells the air which now smells a little bit like apple pie thanks to the apple slices, cinnamon, sugar, and honey I added to the porridge. She smiles at the sweet scent.

"What's that smell?"

"Breakfast, it's a old Viking recipe for porridge I thought maybe it might be similar to something Lo' would be familiar with."

"Well it smells delicious so if he doesn't like it imma smack him."

I laugh and find a different show to watch settling on the reliant option of SpongeBob. The show had helped me through a hard time. When I first joined the X-men it often gave me a much needed minute to just forget about everything and laugh a little. I begin the classic Boating School episode from season 1. It's nice to just sit here with my sister and pretend like everything's normal.