Middle Finger: Translation? Fuck you (loki x reader)

Chapter Three: Sibling Rivalry

   Loki grimaced, "great," he answered. Serena takes the tray, and bites into a muffin, Jeffrey looks over to Loki, before nodding to the tray, "want one?" 

 The asgardian leans forward, "he's on a diet," Serena states. Loki glares at the mortal, "speak for yourself," he says, taking a cookie from the tray. The Agent bites his cookie half clean off, she was in a spiteful mood, and it was for good reason. Loki looks at the moon shape cookie in his hand, greedy, incompetent quim, he thought, biting into the cookie. 

  Mr. Balboa shakes his head, reaching over to the remote, he turns on the Tv, and settles himself. "Boy, devi amare il mercoledì," he mutters.

~

M.A.I.D walks in with the child on her hip, "she refuses to take her nap, best option is to let her tire herself out." Missy looks over her to smile at the Asgardian, before gurgling violently at excitement.

   Jeffrey holds out his hands, "I can hold her, I," he suggests. M.A.I.D takes the shotgun from his lap and replaces the weapon with the child, Jeffrey chuckles lightly at how calmly she leans her head against his chest.
  "I, have you met our guest?" He asks the woman.

 M.A.I.D nods to Balboa, "Loki, war criminal, best known for his destruction of New York City which caused 160 billion dollars of damage, some would argue that there were 60 thousand casualties-"

   "No need, D," Serena pipes, clapping away the crumbs from her hand, "we're very aware of the aftermath, but thanks for the reminder." The African nods, "of course, dinner will be ready at 6," she states, sitting on the second, "or when I feel like it," she counters, watching tv.

   The Agent sighs, unzipping her uniform jacket, and slung it over her arm. 

  

  They all sat there, in complete silence. You'd think hours would've passed with this sort of quiet. Loki was quite observant of the Agent's family, they were distant from one another, found no need to talk to each other.

  Jeffrey wakes himself up with a jolt, "hey, did I tell you-?"

"Nonno, the sauce is ready!" A voice says from the kitchen, as she walked out with wild, brunette hair, a black dress with black tights, and open-toed black stilettos. Did her seventh husband die already? Serena jokes to herself, knowingly kicking herself to stay peaceful with her.

   Serena growls lightly as the brunette smiles at her, "Serena? Yes, that's it. Hi, sis," she greets with a wave. The raven woman grimaced, "Hi slut, I mean sucks, sorry, dick. Ugh! Slut sucks dick.. Rr! Hi Olívia," she forced a smile.

  Olívia places both hands on her hips, "as you can probably see, Frankie died four months ago, I'm afraid. So I married Gianni, his nephew." 

  M.A.I.D shakes her head, "still going by Russo?" She questions. The brunette waves the inquiry off, "Olívia Russo is gone, Hello Olívia Ferrari! Vroom Vroom!" She shouts with excitement.

   Serena's eye twitches at the sight of her joy, how much did he have in his bank account to catch her sister's green eye. 

   Olívia looks over to the stranger, "Well, if isn't the murderer in the room. Nonno? You let Serena bring that guy into your house." The Agent scoffs, and Loki could sense the drama in the air. Serena stands to her feet, throwing her jacket at the God, who said nothing as it slid off his face. Her scent of leather and nicotine, a tarot cinnamon, "since when did bringing killers into our grandfather's home ever bother you?" She questions, "you've brought many, even the ones who didn't have to place a ring of your bony finger." Olívia scoffs at her ravenette sister, "I can control my men, can you?"

  "Fuck you!" Serena shoots.

Loki raises both brows by the certain outburst, already drama was stirring in the area, maybe this stay wouldn't be so bad. Missy covers her ears, Jeffrey too slow to react, pat Missy well done before turning to his grandchildren, "ragazze!" He shouts, both the sisters turning to him. Mr. Balboa points to the door, "Cucina. Adesso!"

  Olívia was the first to make her way into the kitchen. M.A.I.D takes Missy from the elder, Jeffery mumbling angrily under his breath about how he thought shit like this wasn't supposed to happen to him at this age. "D, can you watch the criminal for me?" 

  M.A.I.D holds up a loaded gun, "wanna watch cartoons?" She asks Missy who eats her hand while smiling at her, "no? News?" Missy let's out a jumbled mumble. 

~

   Jeffrey sits at the table, with no help from the tigers who stalked one another's movements, keeping a distance from each other, "Olívia, keep stirring," he tells the youngest, who obeys his words. Serena crosses his arms, sweeping her head over her shoulder. The Balboa elder sighs at his grandchildren, fiddling with his hearing aid, "anything you want to say to each other, before I start yapping?" 

  The two sisters look at each other, Olívia shifts, "It's been 3 years since I last saw you, it's been too long," she insists. Serena looks over at her, "not long enough" the older states with a scowl. Olívia pauses, frowning, "don't be like that, sorella" she says, "I've changed since that tornado," she says with a smile, continuing to stir the sauce. "Sorry it didn't kill you," Serena snipes.

  "Basta!" Jeffrey yells, "we're together again, I haven't seen all of us together in such a while, can you not punish this old man's heart?" The Nonno questions the two. "You mean Jerry's heart," Serena says, grabbing a pear.

   "It's not his anymore, now is it?" Mr. Balboa says, getting himself worked up, he swore to his grave they'd be the death of him. "Now, listen to me. Selena, instincts of the cunning wolf, and heart frail that of the emperor penguin. Olívia, movement of the feline cat, and mind of magpie. You may not want each other, you may despise each other as animals, but you share qualities that make you need one another," Balboa voices.

  The two look at each other, hearts melting, but pride separates them. "Whatever," Olívia mutters, turning Serena off in a minute, "I'll be in the living room if you need someone… who isn't currently sucking on something," Serena adds. 

  Olívia stomps her stiletto heel at the Agent, the door closes. 

~

     Serena stomps by M.A.I.D, the woman is aware of the argument, and is also aware of the poking Asgardian to her left. "I'll be right back, I need to change. I feel something pinching."

  Loki looks over to the woman, "she's rather sweet, isn't she?" He inquires with a hanging bitter tone. The woman hums, "life is not a friend, but a test" she implies to Loki, Missy falling asleep in her arms.