I resignedly hand her the razor,"Be careful not to hurt thy self."I look into her eyes with that and then look away, I was trying to show trust but I always look shifty it is my persona.
I grin,"I am a bit picky and not a healthy eater, I would be vegan.. but I cannot keep myself away from dairy, or sweets I even like licorice! Not to eat but to prank people with.." I then look away I had been hit as a child if I maintained eycontact to long I was told it was a curse to have those devil green eyes.
"Well, heads up." I laugh, as I toss him a bucket of mint ice cream at him. "Like mint?"
I pull out a bag of Lays and head to the couch, and flip on the TV. To see Loki's face on tv. "Eww, who's that?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at him, smiling.
“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”
"I told you in the car didn't I?", I say through a mouthful of ice cream.. Things this good in Asgard were kept for Thor, never for his impudent adopted troublesome brother ....
"Really?", I almost drop the spoon and then realize how childish I seem, "That is great, but I am fine with this.." I twiddle my spoon with a small smile..
I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark. — Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X
