Winter Sunshine

His laugh

Savannah had grown to love her pet cat.

He was like a better Loki, she had told it, to which the cat had stopped purring.

'I mean that with Loki, I couldn't tell him everything, for fear that he would laugh at me. He was an amazing friend, and it pains me to admit this, but I was still afraid to trust him. It's so hard for me to trust, y'know. But you, I know that you won't tell anyone ever. You know my deepest, darkest secrets, and I trust you unconditionally. Is that sad?'

Loki mewed.

'You are incredibly intelligent, for a cat, Loki. C'mon, it's food time.'

Savannah and Loki soon found that Loki loved tuna. So, while Savannah feasted on peanut butter straight from the jar, Loki dined upon tuna, soaked in sun-flower oil.

'You even eat like him.' Savannah's voice broke, and Loki looked up at her curiously, only to find her crying silently into her sandwich.

That can't be hygenic.

'Maybe we should get some rest? I'll feel better in the morning.' As Savannah washed up, Loki noticed that she was humming the words to a song that was familiar. In fact, it was one she had hummed a lot recently. Loki realised, with a shock, that it was blå himmel, the song he had sung to her when she'd had nightmares. 

Savannah carried Loki upstairs again, as she didn't want him damaging his leg further, and when Loki looked at her, he saw that she was smiling again. It was the same smile she'd used just before she'd-

Oh no. It was the grin she'd had on before she tickled him.

'I bet you're ticklish too. Loki had such a nice laugh. Laughs, actually. He had an evil/sexy one, a warm/reassuring one, a teen-aged/giggly one, and my favourite, a mischievous one. He had the same types of smiles, but his evil one used to scare me. My favourite smile was the reassuring, because it was the first thing I would see after a bad dream. The second, really, after his eyes. I liked his eyes too.' Savannah sighs again.

'Good-night, Loki.' 

Assured that Savannah wasn't about to tickle him, Loki purred.

He did that a lot, lately.

A/N: Blå himmel is Norwegian, Swedish, and Danish for Blue Skies. It was the closest thing I could find to Old Norse. Blár himinn is Icelandic. If I spoke Old Norse, it'd be epic.

I chose blå himmel, because it sounded the best, and was the most common.