See how nice I am - two chapters at once. Just as a heads up, some bad language in here, just in case you don't like that sort of thing. I'm terrible for swearing. Esspecially at serious moments. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Ellie's POV

I seriously need to lay off the coffee; I'm having too weird dreams. I'd dreamt a man fell from the stars, a really stuck up guy who claimed to be a god called Loki. I knew that name, wasn't he is a film awhile back? I don't know...damn caffeine, looks like I'm back to cups of tea and hot chocolate. I snuggle deeper into my bed, the duvet and pillow not too hot or too cold. Just perfect. Until something cold prods me in the arm. I scrunch up my face and turn away. That caffeine has played hell with my head. Another poke. I just ignore it; it's probably just my imagination. Well, I cling to that thought until a vaguely familiar British-sounding voice interrupts my sleep.

'You had better not have died, mortal.' Mortal? Who the hell called me a mortal? More importantly, who the hell is in my room?! I sit up in bed as if zapped by electricity to see the man from my dream, the man from the park, standing in my room wearing a set of too short pyjamas; the leg stopped above his ankle and the shirt rode up to see the start of his belly button.

'What th-GET OUT!' I yell at the guy as I realize I'm just in my nightshirt, one that was soon to be too short. The man glared at me as I yelled at him to get out.

'Do not tell me what to-' His words were cut off as I threw a pillow at his face.

'Dude, get the hell out of my room!' He complied as he saw the danger in my eyes as I held up another pillow. He left the room and closed the door behind him. I lay back on the bed and sighed. It wasn't a dream, the man, Loki, was in my flat. And he called me mortal. That rules him out as drunk, looks like I've got a crazy person on my hands. I turn my head and look at the clock. Damn him! It's half six in the morning! Who the hell gets up at six in the morning? I don't have work until half one so I normally sleep in on Saturdays.

I hear shuffling outside and I realize he's still out there. I grunt and pull on a pair of pyjama shorts. I stride across my room and yank the door open. Didn't I bolt it last night? Loki stands there in the too short pyjamas; hair slicked back the same as yesterday, whilst mine will look like a birds nest. I lean against the door frame and glare at him which he easily returns.

'What? What did you wake me up for at this bloody time for?' I ask, stifling a yawn.

'I require sustenance.' I stare at him like he just asked for a trip to the moon.

'What?' It's too early for games.

'Sustenance.' We stand in silence for a few seconds before the word clicks in my head.

'You mean food? You want breakfast at half six in the morning? You've got to be kidding me.' He stood tall and straight, his right eyebrow cocked. I sigh and tap my head against the door-frame.

'Kitchens through there,' I point. He follows my hand and looks between me and the kitchen.

'Knock yourself out with some cereal or toast. Let me sleep.' He looked between me and the kitchen again.

'What? I'm not making it for you, you're a big boy.' I slam my door in his face and drag my feet
across the carpet and land back on my bed.

This guy has got to be kidding.

3 hours later

After I finally get enough sleep, I climb back out of bed and rub my tangled hair as I walk out of my room into the hall. I head into the living room and see Loki sitting at the table in Simon's old pyjamas, reading one of my fantasy books with interest. He had a bowl of Lucky charms in front of him but he'd seemed to have pushed them away, clearly not a fan. I take the bowl away (he doesn't even look up) and I drop it in the sink. I'm in the mood for pancakes.

I begin to shuffling pans and pots around as I search for my frying pan. I place it on the hob and set about mixing up some batter. I turn the small radio on top of my counter on and sing along to a classic Green Day song. I finish up the batter and turn to pour it in the pan when I see Loki standing right behind me. Wow he's a silent creep.

'Jeez dude you need a bell.' He raises his eyebrow and gives me a pearly teeth grin. My face flushes as I realize he heard me singing. In my pyjamas. In the kitchen. Crap.

'You have a wonderful voice.' He grins in a mocking voice and I roll my eyes.

'Shove off.' I mutter under my breath and pour the batter into the pan in two small puddles. I see Loki frown at what I'm doing.

'You want some pancakes since you wasted a perfectly good bowl of lucky charms?'

'A what?' He asks as if he has no clue what a pancake is.

'A pancake? You know, round, golden, delicious scrummy food.' He just looks at me blankly with those green eyes. 'Oh my god you've never had a pancake before? You haven't lived.' He stepped back as I mixed up some more batter in frenzy and flipped the two in the pan. It's time to introduce this guy to Ellie Andrews pancake revolution.

'Go sit down and I'll bring them through in a bit.' I say but he stands still, transfixed as I prepare breakfast. It's a bit creepy but there are worse things than him watching me cook.

Once done I pile two on each plate and pull out handful of jars and cans from the cupboards and a bottle from the fridge and lead Loki in his pyjamas to the table in my living room. He sits down as I place a plate of two perfectly round pancakes in front of him. He looks at it suspiciously before ripping a piece off and nibbling. He slowly nods his head and goes for more when I slap his hand away. He grabs my wrist in a hand that feel like a block of ice and a look of absolute fury is on his face that I gulp, but I hold my composure.

'That's not how you eat these pancakes.' I say.

'Well,' He sneered. 'How do you?' He threw my wrist from his hand.

'The works.' I mutter as I take a knife and spread each pancake on out plates with strawberry jam, then a spoonful of syrup on each one, and then finally I use a can of squirty cream to draw a smiley face. He looks skeptical as I demonstrate folding one of my pancakes in a taco style and bite into it, syrup and jam sticking to my face.

'Go on, it won't kill you.' He should be grateful; I have never made these pancakes for anyone
other than Simon before. Loki is hesitant as he slowly folds a pancake and takes a bite. He chews for a while before a small grin is on his face. I laugh and we finish off the food.

'I never knew Midgardian food could be this delicious, not as good as Asgardian food mind.'

'I'll take that as I compliment your highness.' I say in a sing song voice and he shoots me another glare. He seriously needs to lighten up.

'So, what is Asgardian food like?' I ask between mouthfuls of food. Loki places his pancake on his plates and begins to tell me of the feast he takes part in every evening, with the best food royalty can buy.

'Wow, sounds awesome. Why'd you leave then? I mean, if Asgard is so great?' Loki's face hardened and I have a feeling it was the wrong question to ask.

'I did not leave on my own accord. I was banished, as punishment for my crimes.'

'Why? They sick of your whinging as well?' I joke and Loki glared at me. I found it hard to take his glare seriously since he had a smear of squirty cream over his lip. I try and keep a straight face but it doesn't work and I burst into a rage of laughter as Loki's jade green eyes flare up.

'You will not laugh at me you mewling Quim!' Him yelling made all the more hilarious. Loki stood
up with his eyes burning with rage and I point to his lip between laughs.

'Nice beard Santa.' Loki frowned and dabbed at his lip to see cream on his fingers. He frowns at it momentarily before showing off a small grin. I pluck a tissue from a box and lean over to wipe his face. He grabs my wrist in his cold hand again.

'You want to keep it fine by me.' I smirk and Loki reluctantly allows me wipe his face (which is a bit of a stretch as he's so tall - my head only just reaches his shoulders) he grins as a notices me checking his height.

'Are all Midgardian's as small as you are?'

'I may be small but I'm deadly so don't cross me.' I say as I shove his shoulder playfully, which ultimately leads me to be held up like a doll once more. The only difference being this time he'd grabbed me by my freaking ankles! He'd moved so fast I never saw it coming. I struggle from my up-down-situation, my face in front of his pulled up shirt. I realized my own shirt would be hanging and I was grateful for the hem of my shirt to be caught on my Batman belly bar. I am also so grateful I pulled on my pyjama shorts this morning. I look up and see Loki grinning like a maniac at me as I swing from his grasp. I try and move me feet but he's got a strong and cold grip. I slap him in the leg and he just moves me forward away from him.

'Put me down!' I yell and shake violently as he just grins even more. At this my shirt loses its grip from my stomach piecing and drops around my face. I feel my face burn red and I know it's not from the blood going to my head. I quickly push my shirt up again (thank god I was lazy last night and kept my bra on) I saw Loki's mischievous smirk and I'm just about ready to throttle him when there was a knock at the door. Loki's head spun in the door's direction and let me go. He didn't just throw me thank god, otherwise I'd have broken my neck, he gently lowered me to the floor and my feet fell backwards. My face was burning hotter than the sun and I straightened myself out as I head towards the door. I swear I saw Loki smirk at me through the mirror. I open the front door and see my best friend and work colleague Sophie standing in the hall.

'Christ you're up for once! Normally an army would have to attack for you to even shift.' Sophie jokes as she pushes past me into my hall.

'What are you doing here?' I ask. Sophie grins and tilts her head.

'Nice to see you too. Got anything to eat I'm starving.' Sophie heads into the fronts from and I face palm myself, knowing she would see Loki and god knows what she'd think, her mind made sewers look so clean a health inspector would cry with joy.

'Hello there.' I hear Sophie's American accent purr. I sigh as I step in and see Sophie staring at Loki with a weird look on her face. She looked between me in my rumpled state and Loki in a pair of too small pyjamas. Finally she turned back to me.

'Did you shag this one?' And there goes my face, burning up like a sun.

'No I didn't!' I nearly shout and Sophie just grins slyly.

'Oh really? It wouldn't be the first time I can round here and met a guy you slept with.'

'That was one time! And what makes you think I even slept with that douche?' I feel my face flushing a deep red with Sophie's statements, and with Loki watching over the whole scene.

'Well he had no clothes on for starters.' I prepare to say something in my defence but I can't. Sophie nods and looks over Loki again before turning back to me.

'Anyways I don't have time to chat, Drew's waiting downstairs, and I just need that report for the new server. I tried ringing you, didn't you hear?'

I never heard it but if I said that Sophie would look at Loki and give me that grin again. I didn't sleep with Loki and I never will but Sophie is just dirty minded.

'I lost my phone. How come Drew didn't come up?' I ask; it's not like Drew not to come up here and annoy the hell out of me.

'He got a new car and he's terrified to leave it on its own. He woke me up five times last night just to go check it was still in one piece.' I suddenly grin as I dash to the kitchen and return with an egg. Sophie grins as she knows what I'm up to as I open up the living room window. Loki walked over with curiosity to see what I was doing.

'OI!' I yell. 'CARTWRIGHT!' Drew stepped out of his new car and flaunted it. Then I dropped the egg. It landed with a crack on the roof of his new car and yolk split over it with the shell. I and Sophie laughed manically. I saw Loki flash off his teeth as he grinned.

'YOU'RE DEAD ANDREWS!' Drew cries up at me as he begins wiping off the yolk with the sleeve of his coat. We lean back and I shut the window. Now we're square as he salted all the glasses in my kitchen. It took weeks to get rid of the taste. I shuffle through the piles of papers on the coffee table for the report for Sophie when I heard her start talking to Loki. Oh shit.

'So, are you Ellie's new boyfriend?' Sophie says all innocent like. I look up and Loki actually looks flustered at that particular question.

'Excuse me?' He asks, as if he did not know the meaning of the word 'boyfriend'.

'You know, are you guys doing 'it'?' Sophie grins again and I hand her the report and I push her out of the apartment.

'Got something to hide Ellie?' Sophie grins and I very nearly push her down the block stairs.

'I am not sleeping with him! He's...just a friend from Britain? You heard his accent.' Sophie analyses this for a minute before nodding.

'An old flame is he? Wanting some action-' I slam the door in Sophie's face. She will go on and on with that at work today now. That's just peachy. I sigh and lose my hand in my tangled brown hair as I head back into the living room. Loki is standing by the window, a frown on his face as he watches something on the other side of the blinds.

'That man is calling you a list of outrageous things.'

'Fancy going down there and defending my honor?' I joke. Loki looks at me for a few seconds before heading to the door.

'Whoa, I was kidding mate. You may be tall but Drew could easily batter you if he wanted to.' Loki scoffed but sat at the sofa. I felt flattered he was actually willing to go down but I shook that idea away as I cleared away the breakfast stuff. Once breakfast was cleared away, I sat next to Loki on the sofa. He had picked up that book again. I looked at cover and saw it to be Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I jumped to the book shelf and picked out the first in the series.

'Here.' I hold out the book to him. 'You're reading the third, this one is the first. You'll understand it better.' Loki moves his eyes up from the book momentarily before returning to the page he's on, ignoring my offer. I drop my arm and frown at the guy. Maybe he's read the series before? I do that, just re-read for the sake of it.

'Listen, Loki. Do you have anywhere to stay?' Loki looked up from the book as if I asked the world's stupidest question.

'I do. I'm stopping here.' I choke back a laugh.

'Excuse me?'

'You welcomed me into your home; I do not expect to be thrown out after a single night.'

'I let you stop because I thought you were a raving drunk! Now I know you're just crazy!' Loki glared at me from his place in the book.

'I am forced to stay here on Midgard until my sentence is over.'

'Ok and how long will that take?'

'I do not know. It could be another day, a week, months. Possibly years. It is up to Odin when I shall return.'

'You've got to be fucking kidding me.' I sigh as I rest my head in my hands.

'I do not expect that language as constant whilst I reside here.'

'Ok listen up mate.' I jump up from the sofa. Loki dropped the book and stood as well, much taller but I didn't let it intimidate me. 'This is my flat. If I decide to let you stay here, sleeping in my brother's room you have to follow my rules and be aware that I can kick you to that curb faster than you can blink. Got it?' Loki glared at me through those green eyes, a cold look in them until he blinked and they seemed to soften.

'I will respect that this is your home, but I am a God and I expect to be treated as such, as the rightful king of Asgard I -'

'Hate to break it to you but this isn't Asgard, this is Earth, New York City. Call it what you want, you're on my planet and you're going to have to act like one of us if you want to stay.'
'Believe me, I would rather be anywhere but this infernal realm.' Loki cursed under his breath as he looked around my living room.

'Well it seems you're stuck here. And if you want respect, then you've got to give me respect. You're in a world where you give to get. Also, stop calling me mortal, or quim, or anything else like that. Also you'll need to get a job.' At the mention of him working he looked insulted.
'I shall not be forced to work like a common mongrel.' He snapped.

'Ok mongrel is on the list now. And you need a job, if there are two of us here I can't afford to shack two of us up plus the rent. Get a job and you'll pay half the rent up front. Do we have a deal?' I extend my hand and Loki glares before he extends his own ice cold hand and shakes mine.

What the hell have I just agreed to this time?

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