Wrong Place, Right Time

What happens in Asgard does not stay in Asgard

Summary: Lyric and Loki try to figure out what happened and how it affects them.

I opened my eyes and groaned, I felt like Hell. This was easily the worst hangover known to men, and with my metabolism it takes me A LOT to get drunk, so how much did I drink last night? I went to get up, when I noticed that I couldn't, there was an arm locked around my waist, and that arm was attached too... "LOKI!!!!" I shrieked ,shoving him off the bed and leaping off the other side of it to rest against the wall, gripping a blanket around my still clothed body. Wait, still clothed?

"Oh thank GOD" I muttered, then slumped to the floor holding my pounding head as Loki groaned from the floor.

"Are we dying?" He rasped, sounding almost as bad as I felt.

"No" I muttered snidely "We are hung-over."

"Uhh, what happened last night?" I asked hesitantly

"You don't remember?" he groaned as he slowly got off the floor, only to collapse on the bed, grimacing in pain.

"No, I don't" I sniped back "Let's start with the major thing: HOW DID I END UP IN YOUR BED, WITH YOU CUDDLING ME"

I moaned in pain from talking so loud. Only to be echoed my Loki.

"Well that..... I don't know" came Loki's muffled reply.

"You're a lot of help" I grumbled, slowly shuffling over to the bed, so I could sleep some more.

"Move over" I ordered as I climbed back onto the bed, praying that the queasiness would go away.

Loki slowly complied, coming to lie beside me again, with over a foot of space between us this time. At this point I didn't really care, as long as I could sleep and the room stopped spinning. I was asleep within minutes.

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Sometime later I woke up again, once again with Loki's arm wrapped around me. I was slower to wake up this time, but the spinning and queasiness had passed, all that remained was a pounding migraine. I slowly sat up, causing the blanket to fall away and dislodging Loki's arm. I heard him groan as he started to wake up.

"You're lucky that I still have clothes on" I groused to him turning to look at him as he opened his eyes "or else-" I trailed off as I stared in shock at him.

"What?" He asked, annoyed, glancing at me before sitting up quickly.

"Your eyes!" he breathed

"My eyes?! NO YOUR eyes!!" I yelped in alarm.

"What about my eyes?" We said at the same time.

"You have one blue eye, one purple eye" We both spoke again.

"WHAT!?" We yelled before barreling out of the bed and heading for the nearest mirror, which happened to be over his desk. I wasn't tall enough to see into it, so I had to run into the adjoining bathroom and took a real good look at myself.

Aside from looking like something the cat dragged in, I was relatively unscathed, except for my eyes: My Left eye was a pale icy blue, the same blue as Loki's eyes, and my right eye was the same bright purple as ever. I looked away from the mirror as Loki came into the bathroom. His right eye was a pale icy blue, the same as ever, but his left eye was the same bright purple as mine was...is..

"How?" I questioned "What the hell did you do? What the hell did you feed me? What the hell did you give me to drink? I yelled, my voice getting louder and louder as I advanced on him.