Loki and I

The Amulet - S1 E34

I have jitterbugs for the next week.

I can't stop thinking about him... it's weird. The way he laughs, the way he smiles, the way he glares at me when I fart in his presence...

Maybe Loki's just holding his powers back, then using them to secretly mind control me into adoring him, so I can do his bidding? I'd better go out of my way to avoid him completely for as long as possible, just to be sure. Besides, it's not like it'll be particularly hard. Loki's not going anywhere.

So I try to spend the next day in my room. I placed the paper flower on my bedside table, and now whenever I roll over and look at it, I get a stomach full of butterflies and an instant reminder of him. I've tried staring at the ceiling, but the token still remains in my peripheral vision, so I have to face my boring closet doors.

After serval hours of doing nothing except watch Flufflepuff bounce on me and draw portrait upon portrait of me laying on the bed motionless with her crayons, I groan and sit up, leaving a deep face print on the pillow. My head goes dizzy for a second for not being so used to getting held up by my neck, but it fades away after a few seconds.

What to do?

Flufflepuff gives me a concerned look, then scribbles something on some paper with a black crayon. She holds it up to me;
Are you alright?

I sigh and nod weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine, Fluffle... I'm just... thinking."

She scribbles something else and holds it up;
About what?

I pause, then reply with, "I dunno... stuff..."

She looks at me with her head cocked to the side. I roll my eyes, sigh and flap my wings, levitating over to the doors. Maybe I'll do something productive today. I mean, other than... yeah. Him...

Urgh, stop it, Rosie!

When will I get it through my thick skull? He doesn't like me. He can't.

I'm just a retarded pegasus... he's a freakin' God.

I push my bedroom doors open, Flufflepuff prancing out with me and running down the hallway gasping. I start my way after her, but abruptly swing myself in the opposite direction. What if Loki sees me? What if I'm tempted to walk inside? It's too risky.

I trot sadly down the other way, back to my room. It's better like this, for the both of us.

It feels so weird, though. I normally accidentally walk into his room when I was intending on going into my own numerous times, sometimes by instinct and sometimes because of a brain fart. Then I'd realise where I am and see him sitting there. I would normally strike up a small conversation with him just to make it less awkward. Well, at least now I don't have to.

I do another long sigh. Must life be so hard?

I stop in front of the paper rose bedside table. Shaking my head, I open the drawer below it and flick the rose in there, so it's out of my sight. I don't need the constant reminder.

Suddenly, a loud, urgent knock at the door sends a jolt of surprise up my spine. I turn around, but just as I'm about to say, "Come in!", a white pegasus guard bursts into the room, panting.

"Ms Assfa-" he glances at my fuming expression and clears his throat, "Ahem. Princess Celestia requests your presence in the Canterlot Archives immediately."

"What? Why?" I ask, flapping my wings over to him.

"She didn't say," he replies, "But it's urgent."

"Okay, I'm on it," I nod, pushing him out of my room and closing the door behind me. He leaves, so I decide to very quickly zip past Loki's room.

My eyes are fixed on the end of the hallway.