When I first saw this prompt, I had multiple memories pop up in my head. I had many sentimental ones involving different members of my family and friends I’ve known throughout the years and then there was this one that I had completely forgot about until I saw this prompt. Then I couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous the idea one of my best friends in middle school had, which inevitably led to that being the memory that got written (names have been changed, of course).

“You really think the clerk is going to just let us buy one egg?” Laila inquired, lips twitching in amusement.

“Sure, I see no reason why they wouldn’t. We have to try,” Mia shrugged, placing the brownie box on the counter. “We wouldn’t even be in this predicament if you had more than one egg left in your house.”

“Of course you’d somehow make this my fault,” she countered. “You’re asking, by the way, considering it was your genius idea.”

“You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first,” Mia quipped back, a small smile breaking out across her lips.

“You caught me,” she muttered, unable to hide the amusement in her voice.

One egg, I can’t believe she honestly thinks we’re going to get away with buying just one. Shaking her head at the thought, Laila opened the front door for them to leave her house before closing it and locking it behind them.

“I can already taste the brownies,” Mia said as they made their way down the sidewalk. “Can’t you?”

“I honestly don’t see this working,” the blonde retorted.

“But what if it does?” Her friend challenged, arching a brow as they rounded the corner.

“Then I guess you’re a genius,” she rolled her eyes, playfully nudging her friend’s shoulder with her own.

“I already am one.” The brunette stated confidently, tossing her hair over her shoulder playfully as they reached the front door of the store.

“Sure you are,” Laila said with a small grin as she pulled open the convenience store’s door. “After you, Miss Genius.”

Mia stuck her tongue out as she stepped past her friend. Her emerald gaze shifted towards the counter for the briefest of moments before sucking in a small breath and continuing towards the refrigerator section. After a moment of hesitation, she opened the door where the eggs were and pulled out a single egg from one of the cartons.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” Laila stated as she came up behind her, eyeing the egg her friend had in hand.

She shrugged, closing the refrigerator door and turning to face the blonde behind her. “Here goes nothing,” she mumbled, making her way to the counter.

The cashier eyed the young brunette as she made her way to the front. Gingerly, Mia placed the one egg on the counter along with some change before lifting her gaze to meet that of the woman on the other side of the counter.

“Would this be enough for one egg?” She inquired with the barest of smiles gracing her lips.

“No, go put it back!” The woman behind the counter stated, pointing her finger in the direction where the egg cartons were.

Mia sheepishly grabbed the egg off the counter, a blush rising across her cheeks. “Sorry,” she mumbled, ducking her head and turning away from the woman. “I thought we’d be able to just buy the one.”

“No, no,” the woman repeated as Mia quickly walked away from her and towards her giggling friend.

“So much for that genius plan of yours,” Laila said between giggles.

“Shut up.”

#prosechallenge

“The Queen is dead.”

Loki stared blankly through the glass barrier that sat between him and the guard that had been deemed the bearer of bad news. It took a moment for the words to sink in and though it broke him inside, he kept a composed mask upon his features. Rather than allowing the emotions that were trying to claw their way to the surface show in the presence of another, he simply nodded in acknowledgement to what had been spoken. The guard took the nod as his cue to leave, departing as quickly as he had come.

Emerald hues turned away from the retreating guard and towards the interior of his cell instead. The book he held in his hands was placed down on the table beside him and summoning his strength, he stood from the chair that he sat upon. Feet carried him towards the center of the room, back turned entirely upon the glass that kept him isolated from the outside world.

“Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again.”

His hands balled into tight fists at his sides and with a jerky outwards motion of his arms, a surge of magic sent the items around him flying into the surrounding walls. The emotions he’d done so well containing around the guard finally burbled forth. Tears prickled at the brim of his eyes, knuckles turning white from how tightly curled his fists were and though his nails dug into his palm, he hardly noticed.

She was gone. His mother was gone and neither Odin nor Thor had the decency to tell him themselves. Nay, they sent a mere guard to inform him of the Queen’s death. By blood they may have shared no relation, but a mother was what she had always been to him and Loki hadn’t even been able to attend her funeral. In a fit of rage, another surge of magic sent the items flying once more. This time, the force of the impact caused splinters of wood to break off the table he’d set his book upon. The leg of his chair snapped but remained attached by the tiniest sliver of wood. Books, the very ones Frigga had given him to occupy his time, were strewn about the floor.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you? I've done everything in my power to make you comfortable.”

“Have you? Does Odin share in your concern?”

Loki finally willed his feet to move once more, but it was only to cause more destruction. The books were picked off the floor one by one. They had certainly served their purpose. They had kept him entertained. They had passed the time. But now? Now he simply had no more desire to read them. Nimble fingers tore the pages from the spine, littering them across the floor before forcefully chucking what remained against a nearby wall.

She had always done everything in her power to make him comfortable, to make him feel loved, even though she had known of his true origins from the start. Not once had she ever made him feel like an outsider, not even after all the destruction he had caused upon the mortal’s realm. Even then, she still continued to do the little things a mother would for their child, whereas Odin had always done the opposite. Where there should have been warmth and compassion, there was coldness and indifference, which simply became even more prominent when he’d been brought back to Asgard.

Frigga had not wanted him executed for his actions upon Midgard, whereas Odin seemed he would’ve found it justified.

“Then am I not your mother?”

“You’re not.”

Unable to be upon his feet any longer, Loki fell back against the wall behind him and slid to the floor. His gaze was unfocused upon the floor in front of him as he relived their final conversation. She’d been so calm, even after he’d lost his temper about Odin. Perhaps because it was something he did quite often. It was the look she’d given him in that last moment that tore at him inside though. How he wished those had not been his parting words with her, that their final conversation had been on a better subject. Most of all, he wished it had actually been her that he had been conversing with, not an illusion.

“You might want to take the stairs to the left.”

Though there was much he wished for in their final conversation, the thing he desired most was to go back in time and take back what he’d said to that monster. There was not a doubt in the raven-haired male’s mind that he had played a hand in her death with those simple directions.

His lips parted, allowing an anguished scream to pass through them. The scream told of the rage he felt over the way he’d been informed that she had passed. It told of the pain that ripped him apart inside over losing the person that had meant the most to him, leaving him truly alone. Most of all, it told of the regret he felt over the hand he’d played in her death and of the way they had left things before her demise.

At long last, the scream died and his cell became quiet once more, though the messy state it now sat in spoke of the countless emotions that had been stirred inside him.

"There's my car!" She exclaimed excitedly. 

"Oh," her face fell when another couple opened the doors, "that's their car."

This time when she hit the button on her keys, she actually spotted it.

"Crap! They're towing me!" She ran towards the truck, shouting for the driver to stop.

He didn't.