Chapter 19 : The New Alpha Male
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Nervous Subject opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock. 5:57. He groaned and rolled over, turning his back on the clock, and pulled the covers over his head. He very much wanted to go back to sleep but knew that it would be pointless to even try. In a few minutes Loki would be bellowing down the stairs for Nervous to get his lazy ass out of bed.
Nervous flipped the blankets aside and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned and stretched while he mentally went over his plans for the day. It was going to be the first day of his new exercise regimen. It was all part of his personal transformation. He figured that in order to feel strong he had to be strong. It wouldn’t be enough to simply stand up to Loki’s words, He needed to stand up to him physically. He needed to become the alpha male.
His plans had seemed a good idea the night before, but his muscles were still sore from yesterday’s misadventure with Loki’s Adaptable Interfaced Neutronium Necrothermometer. His brain still felt as though it was blundering around inside of his cranium; he wasn’t sure if this was a result of over-imbibing, overmedication, or a combination thereof. He shrugged and decided to move forward with his master plan.
He went to his dresser and hunted down clean shorts, underwear, and a t-shirt. He was annoyed to find his sock drawer was empty. Circe, no doubt, had been too busy entertaining Vidcund Curious to remember to do laundry. He grabbed yesterday’s pair of socks from the hamper and slipped them on to his feet. They had that cold damp feeling that dirty laundry from the hamper always seemed to have. Oh well, he thought, at least it was only his socks. If it hadn’t been for the pair of man panties he had received from Lazlo last Christmas as a gag gift, he would be wearing yesterday’s boxers too. He quickly dressed himself and threw his dirty boxers in the hamper. He stuffed his large feet into his trainers and laced them tightly. Now all he had to do was escape the house without Loki noticing.
He crept up the stairs as quietly a possible. The basement steps were made of stone, so he didn’t have to worry about creaky boards giving him away.
“It’s about damn time you got your lazy ass out of bed!” came Loki’s voice from the top of the stairs.
Startled, Nervous stumbled back two steps and grabbed onto the banister to prevent from tumbling the rest of the way down.
“Hurry up and eat your breakfast,” Loki demanded. “I lost three good hours of research yesterday thanks to you. “
Nervous took a deep breath and steeled himself. He was not going to react to Loki’s nagging as he always had before; with his head down and shoulders slumped in submission. This was a new day, and Nervous Subject was a new man! He set his teeth and marched the rest of the way up the stairs. With his head held high and fire in his eyes he stared straight ahead and elbowed Loki out of the way at the top of the stairwell.
“Get a move on,” growled Loki. You’ve got a lot of work to make up for today!”
It became clear to Nervous that he wasn’t going to be able to make his escape without a confrontation. He turned and stared down at the little man before him. He was surprised to see how much taller than Loki he really was.
“No, I don’t,” Nervous informed Loki.
Nervous resumed his trip to the kitchen without looking back. He thought he could hear Loki gibbering away behind him, unsure how to react to Nervos' uncharacteristic defiance. He imagined Loki standing there in his silly black pajamas with his mouth gaping and coffee spilling from the mug in his shaking hand. He derived some pleasure from the fact Loki had no intelligible response. It made him smile.
His confidence growing with every step, Nervous strutted into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator.
Circe, still in her pajamas, was sitting at the table enjoying a hearty breakfast of steak and eggs. It smelled delicious. Nervous’ stomach growled in protest as he walked past the place that had been set for him and opened the refrigerator door.
“Oh my God,” Circe exclaimed. “Nervous, what happened to your hair?”
Nervous looked to her past the fridge door and shrugged.
“It took you forever to grow your hair just the way you wanted it. What made you want to shave it all off?”
“Why don’t you ask him,” Nervous suggested, indicating that she should ask Loki, who was standing next to the kitchen table sipping his coffee.
Loki glared at Nervous.
Circe gave Loki an accusatory look.
“What?” Loki asked, sputtering his coffee everywhere. “How the hell am I supposed to know what he is going on about?”
Circe scowled at him.
“I thought he couldn’t look any stupider than he did with that ridiculous mohawk,” Loki explained with a sneer directed at Nervous. “I guess he just wanted to prove me wrong.”
Nervous ignored the gibe and grabbed a can of instant breakfast and a bottle of water from the fridge. He closed the door and crossed the room to Circe.
“Thanks for breakfast,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head. “I just don’t have time to eat it this morning.”
“Oh, okay,” said Circe, bewildered. “I’ll just put it in the fridge so you can have it for lunch. Is that okay?”
Nervous couldn’t answer her. He had already left the kitchen and was out the front door and halfway down the front steps. He sipped his can of instant breakfast as he went, intent on making a quick escape before Loki came to his senses. He gulped the last of the sickeningly sweet stuff and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He could hear Loki coming up behind him as he lifted the lid off of the garbage bin and threw the empty can in.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Loki bellowed.
“Out,” Nervous answered. He was doing his best to not let Loki irritate him.
He wondered if he needed to stretch his muscles before he went for a jog. People on TV always did, but he had no idea what was the correct way to do it. He decided to imitate what he saw on TV, figuring it couldn’t hurt. He bent at his knee, reached behind himself and pulled the heel of his foot to his rear end. His knee joint popped in protest.
“The hell you are! You’ve got work to do, “Loki shouted, clearly irritated by the fact that Nervous was ignoring him.
“No. I don’t,” Nervous reiterated while he followed the same procedure with his other knee.
“I don’t know what you are up to, but I’m not going to put up with it! I’ll not have you living under my roof if you aren’t going to pull your weight around here.”
Nervous decided that a few lunges would probably be a good idea. He proceeded with a few lunges on each side while Loki looked on, shaking with anger and frustration. He was still holding his coffee mug in his hand. Nervous was surprised that there was any coffee left in it, the way Loki was trembling.
“Enough!” Loki roared. “Either you get back in the house and into the Adaptable Interfaced Neutronium Necrothermometer right now or don’t bother coming back!”
Loki had stumbled over the name of his invention and ended up screeching out his demand at the end. Nervous thought Loki sounded absolutely absurd...and demented. He tried to contain his mirth, but couldn’t help it and a loud snort escaped.
Loki turned 14 different shades of red.
“You stupid, ungrateful, bastard,” he hissed.
Nervous had been called stupid one too many times. He couldn’t ignore the insult any longer. Unable to control his fury, Nervous violently shoved Loki backwards.
“I’M NOT STUPID,” Nervous thundered. “And I’m not going to be your punching bag any more. I’ve had it with your stupid cruel experiments and you constant belittling! Go find another guinea pig because I’m not going to do it any more!” He lunged forward as if to shove Loki again.
Loki stepped backward to avoid the attack. The color had drained from his face as quickly as it had risen. He looked genuinely frightened.
Nervous wondered where the words had come from. He didn’t think he had ever used the word belittling in a sentence before. He glanced over Loki’s shoulder and could see Circe standing in the doorway. He was sure that she was smiling.
“Get out!,” Loki howled. “And don’t bother coming back. If you do I’ll…” Loki struggled with deciding exactly he would do if Nervous dared defy him. “I’ll…I’ll have you arrested for trespass!”
Nervous made a ‘pffft’ sound of derision and turned his back on Loki.
“Fuck off, Loki.”
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Date: 2010-09-03 04:50 am (UTC).... hang on ... I have to confirm I am human ... how weird is that