Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

11- Suddenly

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Chapter 11:

At first, when someone wakes me up the next morning, I forget I'm supposed to go to Ardhigiza, and bury my face underneath the covers when someone shakes my shoulders.

"Thea." The hands shake harder. "get up."

"Go screw yourself," I say, for some obscure reason thinking it's Videl.

"Well that's hardly the appropriate response to your father," says Loki.

Whoops.

"What?" I ask, sitting up and pushing my hair from my eyes. Sure enough, Loki is standing in front of my bed. His arms are crossed. "Did I say screw yourself?" I ask brightly. "I meant go treat yourself to some royal massage or something of that nature."

He raises his eyes to his ceiling. He's been doing that a lot lately. What to shame.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, slumping back into the pillows and muttering into the sheets, "It's too early."

"You whine for a month about going to Ardhigiza but when it's the morning of departure, you suddenly deign sleep more important?"

OH. RIGHT. ARDHIGIZA. TODAY.

I spring out of bed and promptly trip on the overhanging sheets and go crashing to the floor. As I groan and roll out of the silk and swat my hair out of my eyes again, Loki laughs.

"Don't laugh, it's rude," I mutter, managing to get to my feet and glaring up at him. I wish I were taller.

"That's not rude, that's teasing," says Loki, still chuckling. "Rude is telling your father to screw himself."

"I thought you were Videl," I say. I had also forgotten about writing him via Wairua last night after the banquet. He'd responded immediately, saying he would meet us in front of the palace la today.

"Darling, I insist you stop dreaming about him or else I might feel the need to inform Jack."

My glare intensifies.

"I wasn't dreaming about him," I say hotly. "You don't usually wake me up anymore, especially not by shaking me like a maraca."

"Suit yourself," says Loki amiably, but that evil glitter is still in his eyes. "But he is rather handsome, is he not?"

With a thrust of my hand, I send my sheathed dagger whirling at him and succeed in smacking his shoulder. While he tries to pretend he'd dodged it, I retort, "If you think he's so handsome, go kiss him like you kissed Lak!"

Before Loki can decapitate me, Arua appears from my washroom. When had she been in there?

"Your bath has been drawn," she says with a smile and a small curtsy in Loki's direction. "I also laid out your favorite leather garments."

"Thank you, Aura," I say, standing up. I'm wearing cotton shorts and Kyle's Michigan shirt, since I'd long decided that Asgard's white nightgowns make me look too much like Lucille in Crimson Peak, sometimes and not sometimes excluding the blood.

Loki follows me into the washroom while I make sure the clothes Aura had laid out are the ones I want to take to Ardhigiza. While I replace the random pink headband with my ponytail holder, Loki says, "Would you protest terribly if I ask you to let me speak with the elders alone?"
"Did you even need to ask that question?" I push his arm, which is basically like pushing a stone column. "Shoo. I need to change, I don't feel like taking a bath."