Felicity didn't take much to regain herself before looking to Loki, their food having arrived, and he was digging in as if he hadn't eaten anything in months. It was almost animal like and Felicity fought off the urge to laugh at him, before taking a few bites of her own food. It was his turn. She wasn't going to let him get away with his little stunt so easily.
“So share your childhood traumas.”She told him, waving her fork in a lets get going motion.
“What do you mean?”He asked, as he took another bite of his own food.
“I showed you mine, now show me yours...you're not getting out of it.”She said, smiling brightly at him.
“Alright,”He said lightly trying to figure out how he was so explain anything to her, without her getting upset,”You want to know why I haven't told you everything, it's simple really.”
“Then get on with it,”She mumbled lightly, smirking at the look he'd given her.
“I spent my entire youth in Asgard, growing up there, believing that I was a great prince.”He said lightly,”When Thor was banished to earth, forced to redeem himself or lose his place in the Great Hall, I found out an ugly truth about myself that changed everything.”
“I am not Odin's true son, not like Thor, I have no chance of ascending the throne...I am simply...adopted.”He said lightly, before taking another bite of his food,”Which would not have been nearly so terrible if I hadn't spent my whole life living in the shadow of my great brother, being second place in everything....if I hadn't been lied to about it.”
“And....this made you bitter, this made you who you are?”She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes...as childish as it may seem to you, the deception hurt me, and I sought revenge against my brother, against Odin, against the place I had once called home....because it was no longer that to me.”
“And what about now?”Felicity asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I...things are different...”He said lightly.
“Wasn't it nearly six months ago, not long after you saved me, that you told me you were burdened with glorious purpose, that you had to do what was necessary...clearly that anger and resentment is still there.”
“I have changed.”He retorted, giving a small snort.
“Oh...into what?”She asked, grinning, liking that she was pushing his buttons just slightly.
“Into a unicorn.”He grumbled, rolling his eyes,”I don't see the world the same....yes...I'll admit, I am still angry, I resent my brother for being the favorite when the man has not a half a brain in his head, but what can I do about it....lose my home and family?”
“You're the king of my bedroom, if that makes you feel any better.”Felicity said lightly, before shrugging,”That....anger....those demons you keep buried in your head, they would keep you from being a good king....I don't mean to sound harsh....but the last time this whole business had been brought up, it was use any force necessary to make the people bow.”
“As I said....these last months have changed me.”He said softly, giving a small shrug.
“You're not bad....you're just....lost...and I know you've changed....if you were still hell bent on ruling....or at least forcing your power on others, I'd probably not be sitting here right now.”She told him, as she reached over and touched his hand,”But, instead of focusing on being a ruler, maybe you should think of it this way....your brother is an oaf and will need to eventually look to his little brother for guidance in big decisions.”
“I suppose you're right....”He said, giving a small shrug.
“Do you doubt me?”She asked.
“No, I doubt my brother's ability to ask for such things....he is stubborn and temperamental.”Loki said easily,”I would make a far better ruler, but there are other things to occupy my mind.”
“Oh, so now your too busy to be a king.”She teased lightly, letting out a laugh.
“Yes.”He replied simply, not sure what she found to be so funny.
“Oh goodness.”She said, shaking her head as she finished the last of her food,”You...are just something else Loki.”
“I am not sure I understand.”He said, tilting his head, watching her closely.
“Sometimes I wonder....if you're one taco short of a fiesta.”She said simply, grinning at him,”You're very conflicted, and while as I can relate to such things, it's confusing at times to say the least.”
“What is a taco?”He asked,”Or a fiesta for that matter.”
Felicity burst into a fit of giggles as the confused God just stared at her. She couldn't stop herself. Her face was turning red, her sides hurting. Oh that was just beautiful. She snorted slightly which only caused the fit of hysterics to continue on as the waitress came over to bring them their check. Loki twitched his nose lightly, before looking at the waitress, giving a small nod of his head, his attention then returning to Felicity who was running out of air to laugh with at this point.
“Felicity.”He said sharply, shaking his head at her,”You should cease before you injure yourself.”
“I-I can't....I can't stop....l-laughing.”She managed to gasp out, before her laughter was the only thing coming out of her mouth.
“What is so amusing my little human?”Loki asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, raising both eyebrows just slightly.
“T-tacos!”She got out before snorting again and returning to her moment of joy and laughter.
Loki shook his head and huffed at her lightly. He didn't think it nearly so funny that he was unaware of what these things were. He wondered if it was a good thing that she didn't see him as the bad guy, despite having seen the worst of his temperament, his anger, his broken soul. He shrugged those things away. She would find out more as time went on, and he was almost afraid that when she found out about his heritage, what he really was, that she would turn and run. He was a Jotun, son of Laufey, the leader of those ice giants, however, his heart wasn't with those people, despite his rage and hostility towards those he considered his family, he was still an Asgardian, not a Jotun. He would simply have to learn, probably the hard way with his track record, to forgive and let go.
“We should go.”Loki said lightly, trying to get her to stop laughing.
“Y-yes we should.”She said as she forced herself to calm down, her sides hurting, her face flushed, cheeks red.
Loki stood and held out his hand for her, and she took it, allowing him to help her up out of the chair. She pulled out her debit card and started towards the front of the diner to pay for their meal. She liked that they were doing this, being together, being a some what normal couple. As normal as it could be anyway, for being with a God. She paid an they slipped out of the restaurant quietly. Loki looked deep in thought, and Felicity decided that she would not break into that right this moment. At least he wasn't brooding or being angry.
“We need to find you something to wear.”Loki said lightly, as he looked at her with a small smirk.
“I'm wearing clothing...”She said lightly.
“Something appropriate for Asgard...at least until Frigga decides she likes you and then proceeds to spoil you with all the wonders of my realm.”He said lightly.
“Who's Frigga?”Felicity asked, tilting her head just slightly.
“My mother.”He answered her.
“Oh.”
“She'll like you, I do think.”
“I'm sure that I'll make an impression at least.”Felicity said with a small snort.
Loki let out a roar of a laugh as he looked around, trying to decide what to get, what would be best for her to wear and be comfortable in, though by the way he'd seen her dress, he wasn't sure that she'd be comfortable in anything that was deemed appropriate in Asgard. She would simply have to try, because it wasn't like Midgardian wear was exactly comfortable or anything. He did what he had to, so that he might fit in and raise less suspicions.
Everything that Felicity put on made her frown. She looked terrible in dresses, and tried very hard to convince Loki of this. He wasn't listening very well. It was frustrating. She finally found this dress, and it made her eyes go only slightly wide. It was adorned with his colors, though that is not what caught her attention at first. It was strapless and it was long, flowing, a small train in the back. The way the dress fell together in such an interesting way made her tilt her head, before looking at Loki, and grabbing the dress. He looked pleased to see that one of these had finally caught her attention. There was that nagging in the back of his mind, he had only really told her the basics to his life, not the whole truth, and she had been, well, honest, too honest, on her own. It was almost unfair. He had to not think about that however, in due time, he would tell her everything in due time.
Felicity put on the dress, watching as it fit her body in all the right places. She wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that she managed to find a dress that made her look like a princess, but that they also happened to be of the same color's that Loki constantly adorned. She tilted her head as she looked at herself. She had never once in her life, before now, thought herself as beautiful in a dress. She turned and stepped out of the dressing room, and stood before Loki.
“What do you think?”She asked, smiling sweetly, feeling very nervous about actually liking the dress.
“You look like royalty.”He told her as he walked over and touched her cheek lightly, before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She slipped back into the dressing room to put on her regular clothing, feeling very much okay with this idea now. The dress was something else, and she couldn't help but sigh a little. She knew that opening up to Loki had been hard, she knew that she had just opened some very deep wounds. She also knew that he hadn't told her everything, just the easy to the ears stuff. She frowned, and shook her head. She didn't like that. Did he not trust her or something? She came out of the dressing room and smiled brightly at the man, er, God that she so adored. She wanted to say that she could completely trust him to be honest, but their moment in the diner proved otherwise. She shrugged it away. She loved him, regardless, and had to try and not put a damper on this ridiculously mushy morning they were having together.