Limepai

Loki's and my conversation, or rather, argument, had somewhat settled down over the course of the day with no more outbursts from either participant. When we hit New Jersey and were only and hour or so out from New York City, I had gotten comfortable enough with the situation to once again throw caution to the wind and ask a potential touchy question. "How exactly did you end up in my house yesterday?" Naturally, Loki's voice immediately gained an even greater tone of annoyance than usual. "And for what reason should I explain myself to a mere mortal?" "Whatever you were doing there resulted in me being kidnapped, robbed, and severely inj

Somehow at some point over the course of the chilly fall night, I managed to drift off to sleep despite the pain I was in courtesy of Loki's rather extreme preventative measures. When did come to the following morning, the process of waking up was rather abrupt. I'm afraid that it is quite difficult to remain groggy for long when faced with the pain of an untreated broken femur and a reminder of being the temporary chauffeur of a norse god. Glaring at me from the corner of his eye, Loki brightened the morning with his lovely snide remarks. "So you are alive? Next time I'll have to break something vital. But for now I suppose I better get us

After putting shifting the gear into park and turning off the engine, I turned to look out the window, pretending to be fascinated by the dull view of the empty gas station parking lot to hide my burning face. Loki's following comments didn't help my embarrassed state. "No thank you. I don't think I'll forget your flattering comments any time soon, or at least not while I'm forced to keep you company." I didn't have to look to know he had a smirk on his face. I would have retorted to his remark about being obliged to tag along with me when the situation was precisely the opposite if it weren't for the embarrassment overwhelming all other em

Thanks to the actions of a certain someone, I was now lacking any means of navigation or communication, which I suppose meant Loki understood what he was doing more than I gave him credit for. After all, it probably wouldn't have been long until my paranoid parents would try to track down my phone and in extension, me. But for now, I was safe. Or rather, out of their reach, but most definitely not safe from danger. A mere fifteen minutes after the start of our road, I, or rather, we, stopped to top off the tank and buy the now obligatory map. And 'we', because Loki didn't trust me to go inside the gas station and back by myself without getti

I for one knew just how cold-hearted Loki could be thanks to the wonders of Hollywood. But, I similarly knew his one soft spot. And as it turned out, I inadvertently touched that one surprisingly human bundle of emotions that only Frigga, his adopted mother, could reach. Loki's ever-tightening fingers paused at my barely audible murmur. Of course, I was still in an extraordinarily vulnerable position. Even if I was no longer at the risk of getting my neck snapped, that didn't mean I was no longer in the process of getting choked, or at least until he suddenly released his hold on my soon to be thoroughly bruised neck and I collapsed on the g

Before waiting for my mother's reaction, I started making spur of the moment excuses. "Hi Mom! This is… James. We were just working on his Halloween costume, Including the makeup. He's actually senior at my school." My mom clearly was somewhat confused and made uncomfortable by the whole situation, but before she got a chance to start reprimanding me, Loki cut in, while putting out a hand, in a manner of perfect politeness, "I'm James Ackerman; I just transferred here from England. And it's very nice to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you from your daughter." After a pause she hesitantly accepted the handshake, but she see

How I was tempted to scream for Mom in that very moment, but I all could do was whisper her name under my breath. A whisper that did not escape Loki's ears. A wave of doubt washed over his face, as if the thought of dealing with another petty Midgardian seemed too much to handle, as if his abilities really were faltering. I didn't know what I wanted to happen next. As terrifying as the prospect was to be undiscovered, so was the thought of my mother getting involved with this delusional intruder. She surely knew I was home; my car was currently parked in the driveway. But she made no efforts to communicate, probably assuming I was already co

When I walk into my room, what I typically expect is an absence of sentient life. Not much besides inanimate objects and myself reside in my little niche, aside from the occasional visit from family or friends seeking a favor. To say the least, I was surprised to find a certain adopted Asgardian prince sitting at my desk. Having just driven home from another ordinary day of stressful school while Mom was off running errands and Dad presumably at work, I had every reason to believe that I was the only one home, and yet here my eyes were betraying me, suggesting that at the moment I was most definitely not the sole inhabitant of my room. Howe