The morning was peaceful. Laying there in bed, she glanced over to Loki, who was sleeping, looking innocent, if a God can look as such. She smiled a bit, listening to the cars and people passing outside. There was nothing to worry about today. Yeah okay, so she was going to have to go to Asgard and meet this Odin, but that was what it was. It was nothing to worry or fret about, and it certainly didn't scare her. She would simply be herself, and if that wasn't good enough, she didn't care. She wasn't worried much about his opinion anyway.
Felicity was getting ready to get herself out of bed, wanting to get a shower and get herself dressed, possibly cook breakfast. She hadn't decided that far ahead yet, when an arm went around her and pulled her back close. She scrunched her nose and looked over to see that Loki's bright blue eyes were watching her, his face still as relaxed as it was when he was sleeping.
“Good morning.”She said sweetly.
“It is that, indeed.”He purred playfully, before leaning up so that his lips could find hers.
Felicity returned the kiss before laying there, letting him hold her close. She was relieved to see that he had come back, in a much more timely manner then before. She closed her eyes for a moment before sighing. Of course she had to pee. That would only make sense when things were all romantic and mushy. She started to squirm, wanting to get out of his grasp before she had an accident. She grumbled lightly before he finally let go, looking at her curiously, wondering what she was doing.
She hurried to pull her pants and shirt on, before making her way out of the bedroom and down the hall where the bathroom was. She was going to explode, she was almost sure of it. A few minutes later, she came out and Loki was coming out of the bedroom wearing only the pants to his Asgardian clothing. She raised an eyebrow and took him in for a moment before turning and starting into the living room, wanting to go find something to eat. This was just so normal it was almost scary. She didn't mind though. There wasn't anything trying to kill, eat, destroy, or mess with them this morning. It was just, another day.
“Are you hungry?”She asked Loki as she started digging through the fridge for something to make, though she was pretty sure she'd get made and they'd just go out, but she was going to at least try.
“Yes.”Loki answered, as brought himself into the kitchen as well, looking around at everything in it,”How do you cook in such a place as this?”
“Since I've always cooked with stuff like this, it isn't all that hard.”Felicity replied, before slamming the door shut,”We're going out.”
“You don't like to cook?”He asked, tilting his head.
“I do....I just don't like what I have in here to cook right now.”She said to him as she looked over and soaked him up for a moment,”However...you need normal looking clothing.”
“Give me a moment.”He said lightly, and disappeared.
Felicity just shrugged and hurried back to her room. She found an outfit, some shorts, and a white tank top, before slipping on her converse. She slipped back out and down the hall, into the bathroom to pull her hair up and dab on just a little make up. She felt human again as she made her way back into the living room to see Loki standing there in that signature three piece suit look that he seemed to enjoy so much. She grinned a bit and raised an eyebrow.
“Better?”
“Much.....though a little over dressed for breakfast, aren't we?”She teased lightly.
“Do you not like it?”Loki asked, tilting his head slightly.
“I do, honestly....don't worry.”She said, giving a small laugh.
She then turned and grabbed her cards, and slipped them in her back pocket. She started towards the door, knowing that Loki was not far behind. This was so...so human. She liked it. She enjoyed that he played along, that he enjoyed doing these things with her. She was grateful for it as well. She looked around for a moment, before glancing at him, smiling sweetly, feeling his arm slide around her waist to hold her close.
“You do know that in Asgard, you wont be allowed to show so much skin.”Loki chided lightly, a grin plastered on his face.
“What do you mean?”She asked, looking down at herself,”What's wrong with my clothing.”
“We're not nearly so...provocative...”He continued,”You've seen what I wear when in the halls of the All Father...women wear dresses...intricate...almost exotic compared to your clothing.”
“I have to wear a dress?”She asked, a small groan slipping through her lips.
“Yes.”He said simply,”I'll make sure that you look appropriate before we enter the Great Hall.”
“Are we going soon?”
“How soon do you want to depart?”
“I want to get it over with...if Odin wants to meet me, we should just do it...there is no reason to wait around, and it's not like one or the other is going alone, we'll be together.”She said, with a small shrug.
“And what of your family?”He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You don't have to worry about them.”She said softly, looking up at the sky,”They are not part of this.”
“They should be....for you have gained the interest of everyone that I refer to as my own family.”He said softly, sounding almost disappointed.
“Well...I don't think it really matters what my family thinks...they haven't had a say in my life in a long time.”She said, as she turned her gaze towards him, then down to the ground.
“And why not?”He asked, wanting to get the information out of her.
“Because Loki...”She said, with a shrug,”It doesn't really matter.”
“Does it not...I thought family was important to you mortals?”
“It is...when family does what it's suppose to.”
“And when they don't?”He asked, thinking he understood all to well where this was going.
“Then it's time to move on, find people that you can call family, and accept that fate has different plans for you.”She said too easily.
“What happened that caused you to walk away in such a manner?”
“I never walked away...they did.”She said, as she looked up at him,”In a very brutal manner, I might add.”
“Tell me, my little mortal, what happened?”He asked, trying to pry into her past, wanting to know more, wanting to know every part of her.
Felicity paused, her foot steps coming to a halt as she stared at the ground. She had not spoke of this to anyone. Did the guys at S.H.I.E.L.D know, probably, they knew everything. She shook her head and looked up at him, her face hiding her emotions.
“This is one subject, you will not touch...because this is one part of me, you will not know about, because it is my demon, not yours.”She said simply,”Just leave it alone, and accept that my family's opinion does not matter.”
Loki paused at her almost harsh words, wanting to snip back at her, and make her talk. He shook his head at her, and continued walking as if she hadn't said anything. She frowned and shrugged. Well enough. At least he wasn't asking questions. At least he wasn't prying. She loved him, but, she was well aware that she didn't know everything about him, and he didn't jump up and tell stories, and this was one subject she couldn't talk about, not now, not in public, probably not ever.
They entered the little diner, and Loki was still being silent. He hadn't spoken another word in the few blocks they had walked. She could see that his gears were turning, and she wondered what he was thinking about. Felicity felt bad for snapping at him like that, she did, but she was protecting herself. Protecting her mind from reliving those moments. The blood, the scream that ripped through her as they hurried to cover up her mother's dead body. Felicity shivered as she sat down, and pushed those things back. She wasn't going to go there. Not now.
“Why do you hide your past?”Loki asked after several more minutes of silence.
“You haven't exactly been an open book.”She pointed out, raising an eyebrow as she spoke.
“No, but that was...”He said, pausing as he tried to figure out a good way to explain it.
“Hiding...you were hiding, from your past, just as I am choosing to do now.”
“I was not hiding anything.”Loki protested, frowning at her.
“Then tell me...what made you so angry with Thor.”
“Tell me about your family.”He countered.
Felicity just gave him a blank stare. Stubborn ass munch. She grumbled lightly as the waitress brought their drinks over and took their orders, before leaving them alone again. Loki was grinning with triumph that he had stumped her in such a manner. She wanted to reach over and smack that smile right off his face, but resisted the urge. That wouldn't look so appropriate in public, and she didn't have bail money if someone assumed the worst and called the cops on him, or her.
“Loki...”She started, shaking her head and rolling her eyes,”I don't have a choice do I?”
“Not if you want answers out of me as well.”He answered simply.
“Fine, you want to know the truth, here it is...”She said as she took another drink of her soda, pushing the vivid memories to the back of her mind for a moment,”I was six, I came home from school....I was so excited, my mother had promised we were going to go to the pizza place down the road for dinner...”
“I got off the school bus...walked the block or two back to my home, to find that there was cops, there was firemen, and all sorts of people there, my neighbors looking terrified and upset, and everyone, just everyone was staring at me...”
“Why?”He asked, but she held up her index finger, telling him to keep silent for a moment, to let her finish.
“I remember....I was afraid, I remember crying for my mother, and then running towards the house, one of the policemen tried to catch me, but he couldn't....and inside I went, not thinking of what could be in my home, the horrors that I could experience....”
“I saw blood....on the walls....on the couch....everywhere...dark...pooled in places it shouldn't have been....I remember the gun....and then I saw her, my mother, lying motionless on the ground not ten feet from me, her face staring up at the ceiling, her eyes wide open.....the cops hurried to cover her face, but it was too late, I remember screaming, and it was horrible, the screams of a broken child, and then I remember blackness.”
“I spent the next eleven years of my life being tossed from foster home to foster home, no one wanting to adopt and love the broken little girl....and I remember thinking to myself, I wouldn't love, I wouldn't become the person my mother did...killing herself and my father while I was away at school...and that...Loki....is why my family isn't going to get involved....they have been dead since I was six or seven years old.”
Loki just stared at her for a long moment, and could see tears stinging her eyes. He frowned and leaned forward, wiping them away before they could fall. She didn't have a family. He felt a moment of foolishness for being so angry over the fact that he was the adopted son of Odin, unlike Thor, but he shoved those thoughts away. He wasn't going to get into that right now. He had done enough by pushing this information out of her, and it was time to just let things be so that she would not cry. He wasn't so fond of her crying.