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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.”
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?
visiting,“ he answered vaguely. "You?”
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?”
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?”
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
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.”
said than done…” you sighed, ripping off another chunk of the sandwich.
Not really hungry, you offered the rest to Loki. “Have you travelled
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?”
telling… Be specific,” he groaned. “Where do you most wish to
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.
heard of it.“
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
should go,“ Loki told you, keeping with his emerging trend of short, to
the point responses.
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,
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.
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.