Afraid to lose control WHO: Tommy and Loki WHERE: Loki (and now Tommy's) apartment WHEN: Thursday WHAT: Loki tries to figure out how to co-habitate with Tommy WARNING: Much cursing. Much inappropriate. STATUS: Complete
There wasn't ever a time in this life or the previous that Loki could recall having had a roommate. The old him preferred to be alone more often than not, taking the quiet as peace to study or practice, or plot. Others had been beneath him and he didn't necessarily have much of a reason to share a living space.
Now, he'd only been just barely finding himself, still having had to move his apartment two times because of 'magical' problems or misunderstandings. How in the name of Odin's beard was he going to share an apartment with Tommy?
The idea of not being alone and no longer having a sole opinion of how things were going to go in the apartment wasn't what bothered Loki. He was rarely there anyways. It was the idea of living with the regret still, knowing what he'd done to the Young Avengers, to himself--embarrassing, and not something he wanted hoovering around. Another person who could forgive him for something horrible.
He sat on the couch, beside himself, not sure what to do. Chavez would probably kick him into the next Halloween Town if he kicked Tommy out. Even then, he didn't think that he could or would anyways. He would complain about odors. "Could you at least smoke outside? Not everyone wants to smell like an ashtray."