I woke to the morning sun creeping into the room across the floor. Rubbing my eyes, I pulled my feet out from under the blanket and placed them on the plush rug beneath my feet.
Remembering Loki, I looked around for him and found him asleep in the recliner. He had fallen asleep sitting up, with his arms crossed and his chin against his chest. I smiled slightly, my heart pulling towards him. He looked kind of adorable asleep, and it was a good time to study him.
After ordering room service the night before, he had magically put that black outfit back on, I guessed to appease the delivery when it showed. While we ate pizza - I heard New York City pizza was to die for - I asked him questions, and for once, he seemed willing to answer.
He explained to me what Asgard was like, with its glittering city layout and the Bifrost and how it worked. He explained that he was the prince of Asgard, along with his big brother Thor, God of Thunder. I remembered seeing on the news about this Thor, and about a small town in New Mexico. I couldn't believe that they were brothers, they looked nothing alike.
"Adopted," he corrected, shoving the last of the pizza crust into his mouth. "I'm not actually Thor's brother by blood. But Odin...found me when I was young." He swallowed, clearing his throat. "I'm actually from Jotunheim by birth, but all I have ever known is Asgard. But that's another story for another day."
He stood up from the bed then, taking the now empty pizza box and setting it by the trashcan.
"That's not a happy story," I replied, watching him.
"Well I don't have a happy life," he sighed. "I'll let you sleep in the bed since you're a mortal." He pressed, pulling off the jacket and settling it over the back of the chair.
I didn't question it, but I felt bad. He was so long, and I felt that he would be uncomfortable. But perhaps he didn't need sleep if he really was from this far-off place, this God of Mischief, as he called himself. "Okay, thank you." I rubbed my arm and stood, moving to kick off my shoes. I hated sleeping in my clothes, but I wasn't going to undress and sleep almost naked with a stranger in the room.
This morning, though, I wish I had just taken off my jeans and dealt with it. They were both adults, and whether he was attractive or not didn't matter. I was probably just some normal, abrasive girl to him.
I shook my head and headed into the bathroom, determined to take a shower before he woke. My dark blonde hair was a mess, and my white blouse was wrinkled. I groaned, rubbing at my brown eyes.
Coming back out after my shower, he was sitting perched on the end of the bed, a bag of breakfast food beside him. "I heard you in there, so I ordered breakfast." He wouldn't look at me for more than a glance, and I shrugged it off. I had dried off and gotten redressed before leaving the bathroom, though my hair was wrapped up in a towel to dry.
"So, um...what's your plan for the day?" I asked, settling into the recliner. He pulled out some food and handed it to me with plastic utensils.
"Today, I will be making my next move. I found a scientist and a willing man to do my bidding, and they're probably awaiting my arrival for a report." He shrugged nonchalantly, tucking into his own breakfast.
He didn't look at me until he was finished, and when his gaze lifted and met mine, he looked at me like there was something in me worth looking at. I mentally shoved down the thought, gulping down the food I had in my mouth. Am I crazy? What the hell am I doing?
He shook his head after a moment, as if he had frozen to the spot and suddenly remembered where he was. "Sorry," he muttered, standing up. He grabbed the jacket off from the chair and pulled it back on. "We can leave whenever you're ready."
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Redemption
RomanceAll over the world, there is no god that would be equal to her in beauty - neither among people nor among gods. At the same time, her heart is so soft, so overwhelmed with a tenderness that she sympathizes with the suffering of everyone. Author Note...