Loki isn't the only one who can teleport people.
He knew that.
What he didn't know was that there existed someone who could match his flare for speech and cunning.
"Come on!" Halldora yelled at the bathroom door, trying her hardest not to do the most humiliating dance of all the realms. She held the shower stream click off, and a soft flapping sound behind the door. With the click of the door she felt hope, but when Loki opened it she almost wet herself.
He was still steaming slightly from the hot water, a towel wrapped around his head to dry his hair. Except he didn't have a towel to cover. Oh dear. She blinked, paralysed for a couple of seconds so that she could not look at it, before her body reminded her of the very urgent issue at hand. "Damn! Pants!" she yelled, pushing past him and locking the door quickly so she could use the bathroom.
Loki didn't understand. He normally had people helping him dress and things like that, but he'd never had a reaction like that before. Maybe it was because she was a Vanir? They were a softer race of Gods. Maybe it was because she'd been living on Midgard for too long and that's just how the mortals did it? Then he realised, shaking his head as he removed the towel from his head and wrapped it around his waist. She was upset because she didn't want him to reject her feelings.
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Loki felt a strong ambivalence at his revelation. He was half-terrified that he had embarrassed her, and half-happy thinking that she might really be attracted to him. But there was still the niggling fear at the back of his head that told him that he might be wrong, and she really didn't want to be around him. If she did, then why had she invited him to live with her then? It certainly wasn't out of pity. No, she must have been attracted to him. No goddess would let him anywhere near her chambers if she didn't at least fancy his appearance. He nodded to himself, as if resolving the matter and tying it up in a nice bow.
Halldora gingerly opened the bathroom door, her eyes closed shut. "Silvertongue, are you decent?" she asked, not moving from her spot until he answered.
"My deepest apologise," he started, watching her open her eyes relieved, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I didn't realise how you might feel," he said, almost rambling as he attempting to fix things.
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Halldora giggled, watching Loki get more and more flustered the more he tried to excuse himself for his behaviour. He stopped when he noticed her smiling. He began to smile, but stopped and bowed. He looked up at her with soft eyes, "May I be forgiven?" he asked.
Halldora almost mounted him. He was so cute. "I suppose so," she smiled, receiving a nervous Loki smile in return, "but let's make the first rule: pants." Loki nodded in understanding, holding on tighter to the towel wrapped around his waist. The thing was so big it wrapped around him twice and it was still far too loose to leave just hanging on his hips.
