Two Fractured Souls

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬

(Y/n's POV)

Beep, beep, beep.

I grunt as I roll over and slam my hand onto my alarm clock, successfully quieting it. I crack open my eyes and am immediately met with a ray of sunlight hitting them. Rolling out of bed, I sigh as I trudge into my bathroom and begin washing my face. After my face is washed, I head toward the elevator, determined to finally get some food in my stomach.

Skipping into the kitchen, I'm met with the smiling face of Steve. "Good morning, Y/n," he greets. "Would you like some pancakes?" he asks, motioning toward where he's flipping the fluffy food.

"Yes, please," I answer, grabbing a plate and stacking a pile of pancakes onto it. Making my way over to the table, I douse my pancakes in maple syrup, drop a pile of fruit onto them, and add a buttload of whipped cream. I glance up to see four pairs of eyes staring at me. "What?! I haven't had anything to eat in twenty-four hours. I'm starving," I announce, digging into my pancakes.

"Good morning, my friends!" Thor suddenly shouts as he enters the room.

I would respond if not for the fact that my mouth is stuffed full of pancakes. Luckily, Natasha responds for the enter room. "Good morning, Thor," she greets, smiling over the rim of her mug.

Halfway through my breakfast, I realize that Loki is the only one missing. "Where's Loki?" I ask the group of superheroes.

"That's a good question. Not that I'm complaining, but where is Reindeer Games?" Stark questions, holding up his cup of coffee.

"My brother prefers to eat alone," Thor responds. "You wouldn't happen to have any pop tarts, would you?" Thor asks, directing his question toward Tony.

"Um, yeah. I think there's some in the cupboard over there," he answers, nodding his head toward the far right side of the kitchen.

"Ah, I thank thee," Thor chuckles.

Swallowing the last of my pancakes, I hum in satisfaction. I make my way over to the counter and place my dirty dishes in the sink before making another plate of pancakes with slightly less toppings. I then make my way down the hallway while everybody else stares after my retreating form. Walking into the elevator, I allow it to take me back to floor where the bedrooms are.

"Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S?" I address Tony's AI.

"What can I do for you, Miss L/n?" J.A.R.V.I.S asks.

"Please call me Y/n," I request, uncomfortable with the previous name.

"As you wish."

"Where is Loki's room located?" I question, still wandering through the hallway.

"Mister Laufeyson's room is the fourth door on the right."

"Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S," I say, smiling at the ceiling.

"You're very welcome, Y/n."

I make my way down the hall before stopping in front of Loki's bedroom and knocking on his door. A few seconds pass by before I hear a slight movement coming from within the room. "Who is it?" I faintly hear Loki ask from the other side of the door.

"Um, it's Y/n. I thought you might be hungry. I brought you some pancakes," I answer, holding up the plate even though I know he can't see it.

"I'm not hungry," he growls.

"Still, you should eat something," I advise.

"Leave me alone, you mewling quim!!" he shouts.

I jump a few inches off of the ground, startled by the loudness of his voice. "Alrighty then," I whisper to myself, rolling my eyes. "I'll just leave this hear then." I place the plate down next to his door before heading back to my bedroom.