toasted cheese sandwiches

Shiro and Keith would make grilled cheese by throwing a cheese sandwich into the microwave and heating it up for two minutes

Anywhere, Everywhere (Loki x Reader)

Note: It’s getting chilly now and this just popped into my head. Just another random Loki imagine; meeting him in a cafe on a cold winter’s day. 

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It was a cold, winter morning, the kind you loved. Your breath was visible in the freezing air. The grass was white with frozen dew, the bare branches holding thousands of tiny icicles. You felt chilled to the core, probably because you’d left your scarf and coat in your hallway, but you didn’t care. There really was nothing better than feeling truly cold.

As you walked briskly around the park, you couldn’t help but smile at the people that waddled around in their thick winter jackets. They all looked at you like you were mad for bracing this weather in nothing but jeans and a thin shirt - and they probably had a point. Soon, your fingers began to go numb and you knew it was time to change your course.

You diverted off the busy path down another road to your favourite cafe. As you entered the building, you were hit by the thick wave of hot air, courtesy of the heaters working on overdrive to keep the cold away. You couldn’t help but sigh; why did no-one appreciate the chill like you? Surely you couldn’t be the only one to hate the warm?

Spying your usual table in the corner by the window, you waved to the girl on the till and took your seat. Even though the cafe was full, people having flocked to the warmth it offered, she still recognised you through the crowd and immediately set about making your order. The pros of visiting every day meant the staff knew your order inside and out and you never had to wait in the queue.

You let your mind wander while you waited until your attention was drawn to the man entering. Your first thought was that he was tall. Very tall. After that, you took in the rest of his features, intrigued by what you saw. It wasn’t often you saw someone with eyes that green paired with long black hair - you wondered if he actually dyed it for that effect. He was hardly your normal type but on him the combination was stunning. He had a radiance about him that you could only compare to the formality of royalty.

His eyes flickered across the entire cafe, looking for a seat. They fell on the only empty space in the building; the chair opposite you at your table. You averted your gaze, even though he hadn’t been staring directly at you, and tapped your fingers on the table as you waited for the waitress to bring over your order.

               "May I?“ A male voice asked a few moments later.

You looked up into the deep green eyes of that gorgeous man and nodded cautiously. This wasn’t normal behaviour. You were British. You didn’t talk to strangers and you certainly didn’t ask to sit with them. Still, looking around at the rest of the people in the cafe, you decided you could certainly do worse for company.

You sat in silence and kept your gaze on the outside world, feeling far too awkward to start up conversation with the intriguing man that sat opposite you. It reached a point, though, where your curiosity was too much to bear and you let yourself sneak a look out of the corner of your eye. You caught his gaze and immediately turned away.

               "Here you go,” an overly cheerful waitress said, placing a cup of boiling hot chocolate (made with almond milk, heaps of sugar and topped with marshmallows) and a toasted ham and cheese sandwich (with extra cheese) in front of you. She turned to the mystery man and asked, “Anything for you?”

He eyed your food curiously and then, after a moment’s indecision, shook his head. “No, thank you.”

She gave you both another smile and disappeared, leaving you alone again.

Savouring the taste of your hot chocolate as it warmed you from the inside, you noticed the man once again eyeing your sandwich. With a sigh, you said, “If you want half, you need only ask. Go on, just take it.”

Feeling compelled to make conversation now that you were sharing food - or he was eating your lunch, same difference - you said, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

               "Loki,“ the man told you, taking a bite into the sandwich. An appreciative look crossed his face, as if this were the first time he’d ever had such a food - but then who had never had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich before?

The name rang a bell somewhere in the back of your mind, you just couldn’t place it. Although annoying, you pushed the thought away and asked, "So, what are you doing round here? Live nearby?”

               "Just visiting,“ he answered vaguely. "You?”

               "I only live round the corner. It’s a bit of a ritual to come here after a walk through the park.“

Loki’s eyebrows crumpled into a small frown as he looked at your clothes and then to the back of your chair. "You often walk in this weather without a coat?”

You shrugged, feeling the familiar judgement. You took another sip of your drink and answered enthusiastically, “I like the cold. It makes me feel more alive. It’s invigorating being able to feel the blood pump around your body. I guess you’re one of those people that prefers the warm?”

               "No, actually.“

               "You’re in luck then. Apparently it’s one of the coldest days here since records began.” Of course, minus ten could hardly match the record temperatures of the Antarctic but it was naturally causing mayhem anyway. You could understand why people thought you strange to go out without real protection against the elements but the five minute walk from your apartment would hardly kill you - at least, it hadn’t done yet. “What do you think of our glorious city, then? How long are you staying?”

               "Just today,“ he said, finishing off the half of the sandwich. You weren’t sure why, but the fact that he was leaving so soon made you sad. "As for your city…”

You let out a laugh, putting down your drink and tearing a small section off of your half of the sandwich. “Yeah, it’s dull. I know. I keep meaning to go out and see the world but there never seems time.”

               "Make time.“

               "Easier said than done…” you sighed, ripping off another chunk of the sandwich. Not really hungry, you offered the rest to Loki. “Have you travelled far?”

A small smile caught the edge of his lips, mischievous and somehow knowing as if in on a great secret I’d never be parry to. “You could say that. Where do you want to go?”

               "Anywhere. Everywhere.“

               "How telling… Be specific,” he groaned. “Where do you most wish to visit?”

You shrugged. Like everyone, you had a list of places you wanted to see; the great wonders and tourist destinations of the world. The pyramids. Rome. Aztec temples. The Caribbean. You wanted to see it all but were stuck at home with a crappy job that would never fund such luxurious travels. Out of nowhere, another destination came to mind. “Sark.”

               "Never heard of it.“

               "It’s a tiny island in the Channel. It’s nothing special but at night there’s no light. Everyone turns everything out. In true darkness you can see the Milky Way with the naked eye.” You weren’t sure why you were telling a stranger this, after all he was probably bored stiff and just being polite, but something about him made you think he might actually care. “It’s supposed to be breathtaking. I heard about it on the radio one day and have wanted to go ever since.”

               "You should go,“ Loki told you, keeping with his emerging trend of short, to the point responses.

               "One day I will,” you said, knowing you probably never would. “But for now, I have to stay put and work. Speaking of, I should be heading off. I’ve got a meeting this afternoon that I can’t miss.”

Loki stood with you and you felt even shorter than normal, standing beside him. “Thank you for sharing your lunch with me.”

You gave him a smile and told him it was nothing. “Thanks for keeping me company. Have a good life, Loki.”

You went over to the counter to pay and by the time you’d tapped your card on the reader your lunchtime companion was gone. You pulled out your phone as you stepped into the freezing cold and googled Loki, trying to work out why you knew the name. When the search came up with a Norse god you almost laughed. Who would name their child after a god of mischief and lies?!

Shivering as the chill began to seep into your bones, you shook out your limbs and powered back through the park to your home.

A few days later, a thick envelope came through your letterbox. You opened it up curiously and stared in amazement at the contents: tickets for a private boat to Sark; confirmation of a cottage for a week on the so-called dark island and a few hundred pounds in cash. There was a short, handwritten note included too that read:

The world waits for no-one, important meetings or otherwise. Lunch is on me next time.

It wasn’t signed but even you could take a guess as to who it was from. A smile on your face, you found yourself wondering just how soon “next time” would be.

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this is a (rather large) sandwich toaster. you load it with the layers of a sandwich, bread-filling-bread, the filling is usually cheese. And then you close it and it toasts the sandwich. It presses it shut round the edges and diagonally across the middle of the sandwich so for each sandwich you then have 2 little triangular toast pockets full of molten cheese and other brilliant things to burn your tongue on. Most people have one that’s only got the capacity for 1 sandwich rather than this 4-slice behemoth.

there is a particular type of emptiness that comes on a person between the hours of 11pm and 4am wherein your body sends steadily more confusing signals about what it wants, which you dutifully try to interpret. do we want a pink donut, you ask yourself? dutifully, a pink donut is procured and eaten, but the emptiness persists. do we want a toasted ham and cheese sandwich instead, perhaps to eat while reading a suitable fanfic, curled up in the kind of comfortable window-seat our house does not, in fact, possess? what do we want, brain-body?

here is the answer: what we crave in these moments isn’t nourishment, but acknowledgement freely offered, as opposed to covertly solicited. we sit awake while others sleep and hope our distant friends will sense, by some animal gnosis apart from us, that we want their company; will know to reassure us that we’re not wasting their time, that they’re thinking of us, that we’re valued and wanted. it’s a complex sort of hunger, and one the human body is evidently ill-equipped to convey to its resident ghost in any clearly distinguished fashion. 

so instead, we make terrible decisions involving carbohydrates while squinting at unsatisfactory literature. because existential crises.

Two open-faced grilled cheese sandwiches smashed together DO NOT make a regular grilled cheese sandwich.

The proportions of cheese to bread are way off, so you end up with a pile of melty cheese and a bit of bread in the middle. Learn from my mistakes.