My Sweet Flame

Chapter 47. You Wake it, You Deal With it.

Thor P.o.V.

Merely minutes after sundown I opened the golden doors of the Wreck Room expecting to find the two lovebirds either fighting or kissing. The case was neither. Instead, I saw Y/N asleep on the far side of the couch facing away from the rest of the room with her head nuzzled into the corner of the couch, and Loki was nowhere to be seen. I went over to where she lay. Just as I was about to wake her, I heard my brother's voice from behind me.

"Do not wake her, Brother." He said, "She's much happier asleep."

"Aren't we all." I chuckled softly.

I turned to see him, free of restraints and armor, standing shirtless in the doorway of the bathroom drying his soggy raven locks.

I may as well wake Y/N up. I'm sure she'd love to see him like this.

I grinned to myself.

"Seriously, Thor," He said sternly, "Let her sleep."

I put my hands up in surrender and turned to the kitchen where a few plates and glasses were washing themselves. I recognized he faint smell of pizza echoing through the kitchen.

"We're there any leftovers?" I called over my shoulder.

"Shhh!" He whisper-yelled, "You'll wake her you witless oaf!"

His expression softened as he tossed his towel to the side of the sink and put on a loose-fitting green lace-up shirt.

"They're in there." He pointed to the refrigerator.

Loki P.o.V.

I piled my armor neatly on a bar stool, setting the muzzle and the shackles beside it.

"So what did you say to get her to let you out of those?" Thor said softly.

"I did nothing of the sort. She undid the muzzle so that she could give me food, then later removed the cuffs for me to shower."

"Decided to take a risk then," He took his plate over to the sink, "How do I...?" He attempted to shove it in front of the magical rag.

"No, no. Stop. You're doing it wrong." I told him.

"We need a dishwasher," He shoved the plate in my hands, "A maid, someone else to do this for us."

"The last time we did that she ended up as your harlot." I scoffed.

"You had one too." His voice rose a bit, clearly annoyed.

"Only because Father forced them onto us!" My voice began to rise. "You can't act like it was our decision."

"Really?" He smiled, his voice at a normal tone, "Then where did the horse come from? And the snake? How about the-"

"Mmmmm," Y/N began to stir.

I glared at my brother. We'd finish this later.

"......woki......" She mumbled. She shivered and turned over so that she was facing us.

Her eyes weren't open, but something about the way her hair slid down gently over her face was completely mesmerizing and my heart melted instantly at the sight.

"Loki...." She mumbled a bit more distinctly. A soft smile spread across her face as she nuzzled her back into the couch cushion and her face into the throw pillow.

Ah, so she's dreaming about me. How adorable.

I smiled down at her sleeping form before I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I looked over at Thor.

"Go on," He smiled encouragingly, "I'll let you two have some time." He paused, turning towards the door. "I must speak with the guards about seeing Father."

"What?" I turned to him, confused.

"I'm going to tell the guards that the matter in which I need to speak with Father about isn't very urgent." He glanced at Y/N, then back up at me, "I think it can wait a little while longer."

I felt myself smile at him, "Thank you, Brother."

Thor P.o.V.

Loki turned away from me and walked over to Y/N. He pulled one of the hidden drawers beneath the couch cushions out, retrieving a comfy lavender blanket. He draped the blanket over her, tucking it in on the sides and folding it just beneath her shoulders. He adjusted the pillow beneath her head, being incredulously careful not to wake her. Going to the left end of the couch, he pulled the blanket over the arm of the couch to be sure that it covered her feet. I opened the door and stepped out, leaving my head poked in the room for a moment to make sure they'd be okay until dawn.

From another drawer, he pulled a shamrock green blanket. He snapped his fingers, reducing the lights to the candles lit around the room and the fiery embers of the fireplace.

Now, THAT is how you "set the mood."

He laid down with his head next to hers as he wrapped himself in the blanket. He kissed the top of her head gently, earning a small smile from her in her sleep.

"Goodnight, My Love."

I shut the door as slowly and quietly as I could. They'd be fine.