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.
A week had gone by since Loki had 'moved in'. He seemed fine after their first fight. They had gotten into the routine of him cuddling her from behind. They seemed to both sleep better when they did. Two weeks went by. Loki was still confused about clothes, and there was an incident with Halldora hairdryer that left his hair in soft, bouncy curls for two days. Otherwise they didn't fight, but they didn't really have fun with each other either.
"Mmmm," Loki hummed himself awake, his eyes tracing his arm to the empty space next to him on the bed. He was sure Halldora had been there a moment ago when he'd gone to sleep. "Lady Wordsmith?" he called, his voice slightly croaky and higher-pitched than usual because he'd just woken up.
There was silence, so Loki called again. "Lady H-Halldora?" he was louder this time, just in case she hadn't heard him the first time. There was still no reply. Loki sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up around his chest as the cold morning crept upon him. "Goddess of Wit, I swear if this is a trick I will-," he stopped, thinking he should have been interrupted by now.
"H-Halldora?" he whispered to himself. Where was she? He scrambled out of bed, looking behind every gap he could think of just in case she was hiding from him. But she wasn't. She wasn't anywhere. He started getting frantic, looking under blankets three times before staring into the tiniest gaps in an attempt to find her. Maybe she'd walked out and given up on him?
He was started to shake uncontrollably when something green glimmered in the corner of his eye. He turned around and realised she'd stuck a small piece of green Midgardian paper-note to the fridge. Written on it were the words;
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Loki frowned. Work? Why would his Lady need to work? And he didn't know what the cross after her name meant either. Was it a binding spell that as soon as he read it he had to follow the instructions? He thought about testing it, but he knew better than to meddle in someone else's magic. Even if it proved that Halldora had broken one of their rules for the challenge.
At least he wasn't worried where she was now. Well, he was, but he knew she was coming back. He contemplated watching the clock until she returned, but he realised it was only eleven and it be pointless to waste his first free day without her. He returned to the bedroom and began disrobing. He'd gotten used to having to leave the room while Halldora got changed, but he still hadn't quite gotten the hang of those Midgardian buttons.
He'd persuaded Halldora to get him some more stripey t-shirts so he didn't have to get her to help him again. He didn't want to seem so vulnerable in front of her. Thankfully, she'd gotten him two more stripey t-shirts, and a variety of other designs and colours too. He'd continued to wear the t-shirts for three weeks, avoiding the dress-shirts purely because they had buttons. He wondered whether this was the reason his Wordsmith hadn't blushed in three weeks either.
He stared at the horrible things, wondering whether he should risk it. They taunted him, teasing maliciously like they knew all his secrets and would tear at his soul the second he let his guard down. He'd only felt this sensation once before, but that was a long time ago, with that terrible glowing cube. He'd gotten over that, he could get through this monster too.
