"Wake up, Y/N!" Loki announced brightly, nearly bouncing next to your bed. You groaned and cracked your eyes open.
"Loki, the sun isn't even up yet," you moaned and tried to roll over to go back to sleep. Sleep was a precious commodity to a high school student. You thought Loki knew that by now. Sleep was sacred on Saturday mornings.
"You promised," he pouted. You groaned again, but sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes. He grabbed your hands to haul you out of bed. "You've slept for three whole hours, c'mon!" he bid excitedly.
"Loki, I've told you before. Fragile little humans need more sleep than Asgardians," you grumbled at him, but got out of the bed before he dragged you out on your face. You could survive without much sleep, just like your adopted father. That didn't mean it was a pretty sight when you did it. "What kind of plans can you possibly have for the day that start at 6am?" you asked, still trying to wake up. Three hours of sleep after the week of hell you'd had was not nearly enough.
"You'll see!" he said like an excited puppy. He used magic and clothes appeared on your bed. "I picked something out for you," he sounded proud of himself.
You looked at the dress on your bed. "Loki, you know I don't wear dresses. I think you can count how many times you've seen me in a dress and not run out of fingers,"
"I'd like to run out of fingers to count that experience on," he replied and gave you a kiss. "Please?" he pouted with puppy-dog eyes.
You rolled your eyes. "Fine," you sighed. "Get out so I can shower and get dressed," you told him and shoved him bodily from the room when he jokingly dug his heels in. He didn't mean it, it was a joke. He would never push or pry. "Just because you were there for the bikini incident does not mean you get to watch me shower, or dress. Shoo, silly Trickster." You slammed your bedroom door behind him when you finally had propelled him through it. You were both laughing.
You showered and dressed in the beautiful green sundress Loki had picked out. Or made. Sometimes it was hard to tell with Loki and you never remembered what dresses you actually owned, since they just took up space in the back of your closet. Most of the time you lived in jeans and t-shirts. You were feeling benevolent toward Loki, especially after he'd put up with your studying all week and not paying attention to him, so you actually did your hair for once too, instead of tying it in its usual ponytail. You grabbed your sandals and a small cute purse before you left the room. Loki was waiting on the other side of your bedroom door. He grinned when he saw you. "You look lovely in dresses," he told you and raised your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. You smiled.
"Thank you," you replied. He placed your hand on the crook of his elbow to lead you downstairs.
"You do have your keys, right?" he asked, eyeing your purse. You nodded. He hadn't learned how to drive yet, or gotten anyone to make him an ID. He couldn't exactly get one legally.
"Are you going to tell me where I'm driving to?" you asked him, curious what he had planned.
"Nope," he replied with a grin. You laughed, but took the elevator with him down to where the cars were parked.
"Jarvis, if Dad asks, remind him that I'm out spending the day with Loki. I have my phone if you need me," you announced while you were in the elevator. Tony got worried when he forgot where you were and you weren't in your lab or school. It was common courtesy to remind Jarvis where you were. You and Loki climbed in your cute little four door Audi.
Loki gave you directions out of the city and refused to say where you were going.
The first stop of the morning was to feed the hungry Asgardian. You would have admitted you were hungry too, but Loki, and Thor even more so, were bottomless pits when it came to food.
