Loki and I

Hangin' with Joe (S1 E16)

Zoe and me usher Loki back to his cell room, only just managing to slip under the radar undetected. As in, the guards didn't notice us. Because I farted in the hallway and they all passed out.

Anyway, when we finally got Loki back in his cell, Zoe casted a spell that turned him back into... whatever Loki is. You see, I'm not sure if he's human, Asgardian or a popsicle. But unfortunately, Zoe forgot to add clothes... ew. She tried to magic up some clothes fast, though, not fast enough for me to be able to EVERYTHING. I had to shield my eyes because the homosapien body is disgusting.

After Loki is fully clothed in his usual leathery and thick attire, covered (thankfully) from head to toe, I resist the urge to ask why the heck he wears that stuff anyway, and slowly back out of the room, dragging Zoe with me by the tail. She looks at my stunned expression as we make our way to my room, which is just down the hallway. "Disturbed?" She grins cheekily.

I nod. "Very."

Zoe chuckles and bumps me playfully. "C'mon, he can be nice."

"The word you should highlight is can," I shake my head laughing, pushing my bedroom doors open. I fly over to my bed, sighing loudly, resting on the soft, plush quilts.
Zoe trots over to my closet to get a sleeping bag, sliding the door with her magic. I jump up and put my hoof out, shouting, "No, don't!"

But it's too late. All the junk I stuffed in my closet now falls like a tidal wave onto my best friend. The noise it makes is horrendous, I can't see Zoe in the sea of clothes, rubbish, posters, empty pudding tubs, old toys and papers.

I flap my wings, hovering over the ocean of junk in search of her. "Zoe!" I call. Suddenly, she surfaces, gasping for air. I dive over to her, grab her arm and throw her on the bed, where she lays unconscious.
I put my two hooves on her chest and press down repetitively, muttering, "One, two, three..."
After a few seconds, she rolls into recovery position, coughing up Lego bricks. "So that's where Emmet went," I say.

"What?" Zoe inquires, licking her lips and standing up on my bed.

"Never mind," I murmur. With that, I fly over to the sea of junk, put my hoof in and fish around. I yelp in pain, pulling my hoof out. A piraña is trying to gnaw it off! I shake it off and put my hoof back into the sea. Pulling it out again, I "HUZZAH!" In triumph, holding the rolled up sleeping bag up.

Zoe clears the junk away with her magic, stuffing it in my closet and holding it while I attempt to close the closet door. It takes us three tries, but finally, we manage to contain the ocean of junk into one small, cramped space. We chat while Zoe rolls the purple sleeping bag out on the floor next to my bed and wriggles into it. I fling one of my pillows at her so she can use it.

"It's a shame we lost all our candy," Zoe sighs, catching the pillow with her magic before it can slam into her face.

I nod, "Yeah, bummer."

I don't really feel like talking about that candy, anyway. It just makes me think about Rainbow's admirer, 'Scoots' or whatever her name was, throwing all of my hard earned candy on the ground. They're probably not even thinking about it, because it never really affected them.

Another thing that's still racing through my mind is that Loki actually stood up for me. Uh, why? He could have just watched the whole thing. And he is, what everyone else thinks, evil. But why does everyone think he's evil? What is it that nopony's telling me?
I still haven't asked him what he did to get sentenced to here of all places. And doesn't Loki have magic? That's what it said in the pamphlet. If so, why hasn't he used it yet? I mean, apart from that whole, 'turning into a popsicle' thing. (What was he going for costume wise, anyway?)