A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

When She Sings

—-Loki—-

I enter the house quietly and am greeted by the sound of Sam singing to herself as she washes the dishes from breakfast. I stop and listen for a moment in the kitchen doorway not wanting to announce myself and make her stop.

"...Mien traw og fancer stancer."

I nearly let out an audible laugh at her butchering of the pronunciation of the lyrics to Jeg Saler Min Gander. We'll have to work on her Asgardian. The song was heavily played at our wedding celebration as it is a staple for celebrations much like how Sam explained songs like the Cha Cha Slide and Low are to her own culture. She goes on singing some of the impromptu English lyrics now.

"When she sings she sings come home.
When she sings she sings come home.
When she sings she sings come home.
When she sings she sings come home."

She pauses taking a deep breath before singing the next part of the song, as she starts I smoothly join her. She stops momentarily startled but she turns and sees it's me she glares at me for startling her before smiling slightly and joining back in with her broken Asgardian.

"I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
Og synger: når kommer du hjem?"

I walk closer and stand behind her as she continues working wrapping my arms around her waist. She blushes and I take her hands spinning her around to face me as I sing the next lyrics surprising her enough that she doesn't sing along.

"Men trærne de danser
Og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger
Kom hjem
Men trærne de danser
Og fossene stanser."

She's blushing an even deeper shade of red at my mischief. I lean in closer as I finish the song.

"When she sings she sings come home.
When she sings she sings come home."

As I finish the last note my lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. She steps back and giggles at me face still flushed then speaks in a whisper as if in awe.

"Holy shit. How'd you get so seductive Prince Charming?!"

"I'd like to ask the same of you my queen."

I send her a mischievous wink.

"Ok that's it trouble come on!"

She grabs my arm leading me to our bedroom.

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Later we're still lying in bed when Sam suddenly has a realization.

"Oh hey! Lo' I completely forgot! I was going to ask you about something, but then you came home and made trouble."

"If I'm not mistaken you're the one who lead me in here."

She smiles and argues with me teasingly.

"I'm a victim of your seduction and you know it."

I shrug.

"I haven't got a clue what you're talking about. I'm just being myself."

She rolls her eyes.

"Your infuriatingly charming and attractive self."

I just lift my eyebrows as if to say 'yes and what else is new?'

"Cocky bastard."

I smile and pull her closer to myself again. She almost melts into my touch before pulling away slightly and giggling.

"No no no we have to talk about something, can you just behave yourself for five minutes?!"

I just smile at her yet again I know she already knows my answer to that. She sighs.

"You're a fucking hassle you know that?"

I laugh a bit.

"I try my best."

She ignores my remark.

"Some reporter called today, they saw the footage of us on the carpet talking about what happened to me and want to know if we'd do an on screen interview."

'An interviewer is actually willing to sit in the same room as me?' It's not that I'd ever been keen on doing interviews but I never got the sense that reporters were chomping at the bit to be in that close of a proximity to me without many other people in the room. It would only be them myself and a camera crew in the room during the actual interview and most interviewers were apparently worried about their safety.

This worked fine by me as I didn't want to have anything to do with them. I still abhor being on the news but I'll admit I haven't had nearly as many negative interactions with people as I used to during my trips to New York so perhaps being in the public eye is doing some good for me. Still I'm not certain I would want to do something like this.

"Well... what were you thinking?"

"I don't know... I kinda want to because I want to make people aware that this kind of thing happened and is probably still happening today. But well... you know me. It's just so intimidating. I would need you to be there but I wouldn't be entirely disappointed if you don't want to because honestly I'm kinda psyched out about it."

"Hmm..."

I think for a moment I wouldn't be completely against it as I likely would've been in the past and I also feel like what happened to Sam has been horrendously swept under the rug by the media up till now. I'd like it to come into the light.

"I agree that people need to know about what happened, I will be by your side if you choose to do it."

She's silent as she thinks for a moment.

"...I think... I think I want to... I might need you to talk for me about some parts though because well... you know... would you be ok doing that?"

I nod at her softly.

"Of course I would darling. It would be helpful if you wrote what you want me to say if you have anything specific you want me to touch on."

I know full well at times her voice simply refuses to cooperate with her so I'll lend mine out. She smiles timidly.

"I'll make a list of a couple things but for the most part I trust you'll figure out just what to say silver tongue."

I smile then ask her knowing she's probably anxious about having to call the reporter back to tell them her decision.

"Would you like me to contact the reporter with your answer?"

She nods slightly looking a little embarrassed about being nervous about it. She takes out her phone.

"I'll dial the number he gave me then give it to you."

Ah 'he' that explains part of why her anxiety over calling him back is so obvious. As Sam hands me her phone I can't help but be proud of how far she's come she's gone from completely silent to doing a television interview in a relatively short amount of time at least in terms of trauma. I think back to my conversation with Tom, she is indeed the second strongest woman I've ever known.