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Loraine settled down on the bed again. What happened a while ago had awfully distracted her. She didn't like the fact that until now, she still felt her cheeks burning, her heart raising. And the vision from last night didn't help at all. Love. Care. Loki. Was it really possible? Can Loki actually change? And how? She stared at the bed, her sight filled in the deep-green color – Loki's color. She sighed.

There was nothing but the creaking of the pendulum sound. No one, but her, was inside the room. The food was still on top of the table, untouched. She didn't know how much minutes had gone by. She hadn't been paying attention at the clock ever since Loki went back again. She was still within her thoughts.

She closed her eyes and rolled over to the side of the bed only to be met with a pillow. Inhaling deeply, she tried to clear her thoughts, but Loki's scent bound to his bed, didn't made it easy. Of course, it would smell like him, he always spent his time in this bed. She sat and punched the mattress.

Finally, a knock rang. That would probably be the servant outside.

Just as she was about to try and hoist herself away from the bed. The doors beside the bed creaked open, and Loki busted out with an annoyed look. He was still half-naked.

"At last! She should have been---" Loki's mouth froze. Everything about him froze as quick as lightning.

Loraine sighed as the Crown glowed from her feet.

She walked over towards the door but something made her stop. She went back to Loki's frozen position, took the blankets from the bed, and wrapped them around Loki's body.

She tried hard not to laugh. That's for distracting me, she thought.

She touched the doors and they opened. There, in front of her was another servant with an uneasy look and Loki's garments in her hand.

"Yes, it's here, thank you." Loraine smiled at her.

"Is that Loki?" The servant asked in bewilderment, catching the sight of the prince inside the room. Loki was covered with his blanket, draped from his body down to his feet. He was wearing the blanket, frozen.

"Yes," she chuckled.

Loraine could see the servant suppressing a laugh. She admitted it was funny to see Loki dressed up like that. "I froze him."

"I'm sorry, my lady?"

"I froze him." Loraine repeated. "He was distracting me because he was half naked and---"

"Why was he half naked? With you?" The servant stressed.

"Relax. He said he ran out of clothes," She explained. "Are you alright?"

Her confused look melted away. "Oh."

"Well, thank you for this then," Loraine smiled.

"You're welcome my lady," The servant replied.

"Um..." She stared. "Don't call me that okay?" Loraine said.

The servant smiled, nodded and excused herself.

Loraine went and stood five feet away from the frozen prince. She waved a hand in front of Loki's face and the Crown vanished. His jaw shut slowly and his eyes blinked. What happened had shocked him so much that he had to blink twice to realize what must have happened. He looked down and saw the blanket wrapping around himself.

"What?" He muttered.

Loraine gave him his garments. "Here, you can start your breakfast by wearing that." She smiled and tried to hide her chuckle.

"Did you just---why I am in---" Loki stuttered.

"Did I just freeze you? And why are you covered with a blanket?"

"Yes." He squinted. "How dare you---And what is this?!" He gestured at the blanket.

Loraine laughed.

"Oh, so you find this funny then?"

"Maybe?"

He glared at her. "Fix my bed."

Loraine rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Whatever. Just eat your breakfast. I've got something to tell you."

He looked at her for a second and hesitated. She folded his blanket, dusted the bed with her hand and arranged his pillows. She stretched the sheets and patted it again.

"I've been thinking," she walked over to him.

He had his shirt on, finally.

"Hmm?"

Loraine sat across from him on the table, and Loki, in response, arched his brows at such an unexpected behavior.

"What do you say we go fishing?" She proposed---resting her chin on the back of both of her hands.

"Pardon?" Loki quaked and took a sip of water.

"What about fishing for lunch?" She asked, hope lingering from her thoughts.

He put his elbows on the table and mirrored Loraine's stance. "Do you know how I hate to have fish for lunch?"

"It won't be that bad," Loraine scoffed.

"It's annoying, and what do mortals call it again? Oh. 'Boring'," he mocked.

"You know what's boring?" She raised an eyebrow. "Here inside your room every day. Come on, it'll be fun. You know? You? Me? Outside? The fresh air! The cool river ---"

"You are saying that as if you've been there mortal."

She coughed. "Well," she began. "How different could it be from ours back home? Yes? What do you say prince?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Loki asked, annoyed.

"I have my reasons."

He continued to stare at her for a second.

"Fine. But I do not want to be out under the sun for long, sweetheart," he teased and placed the weight of his chin to the back of his right hand.

Her smile faded. "Don't call me sweetheart Loki," she stated and Loki grinned.

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