hailtotheprinceloki:
*BUZZ*
Loki jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The nightmare had returned after months of being gone. The blonde man, writhering in agony before him. Calling out his name. Calling him brother.
Throwing the covers back, he slowly stood and stumbled to his bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He inspected his reflection.
“You have seen better days my friend,” he muttered to himself. “Thank goodness my holiday starts in two days. Two glorious weeks of relaxation.”
Loki went through the motions of his morning routine, but found himself at a coffee shop he’d always passed on his way to his favorite breakfast spot.
Peter was certain that he was getting sick or something. Not the usual kind of sick that made him tired and achy - quite the opposite, actually. He found himself energized a lot more, even with his poor sleeping habits of five hours or less per night. Last night he got about four or so, and woke up before his alarm went off. Normally he’d try and make the most of his time and get some more sleep and grab a poptart for breakfast, but today he rolled out of bed and decided to treat himself. He kissed his mother on the cheek and waved to his father before he left the house.
He had at least an hour before first bell, but he didn’t want to risk his luck so he stopped by the first coffee house he saw on his usual route. Peter had discovered lately that caffeine made whatever this sickness was act up and felt like he was going to have a heart attack or twelve, so he ordered a decaf latte and an everything bagel - extra toasted - and found himself a seat to play on his phone for a bit while he ate. He was in the middle of getting a new high score when he felt his stomach drop and his ears get warm. He fumbled, lost the game, and dropped his phone on the sticky floor by his backpack. He made a noise of disgust and bent to pick it up when the warmth in his face turned into a sharp tingle. He jolted upright again and accidentally locked eyes with an official-looking businessman who had just walked in the door. A strange chill ran through Peter and he diverted his gaze, pretending to look at his phone again, but he stole another glance at the man again.
Something about his face seemed so familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was, it made him uneasy. Peter’s senses felt like they were on fire, and he had to get out of there. He tossed his bag over one shoulder and scooped up his breakfast and made a beeline for the door. Peter kept his gaze down, determined not to make eye contact with the strange man again, but apparently that was the wrong move. Peter swerved to avoid a woman getting out of her chair, and instead of avoiding the businessman, he knocked right into him, dropping his drink and his bagel.
“Oh geez!” he exclaimed and started to panic. “I am so sorry, sir! I was just - I saw her and I didn’t see you - My backpack is way too heavy, I lost balance - I just - Did I get any coffee on you? Did I hit anyone else? Are you hurt? Shit, I am so sorry -”
