Finding Freedom, Loki's Story.

chapter 12

Loki's pov

One word.

Coffee.

It's a drink typically enjoyed in the morning before or during breakfast. It's made by grinding a certain type of dried bean into a powder and straining hot water through it. It's dark and doesn't taste nearly as good as it smells but it's delightful none the less. Britney puts milk in hers, I however, prefer mine untapered.

Britney had a set of stoneware mugs that she (and now I) used every morning. They were heavy for mugs and kept the liquid hot for a decent amount of time. The glaze that sealed the outside was melted onto the stone in an array of colors. Hers was a deep crimson red with a blue hue and mine was a darker blue with splashes of green here and there.

She says she always wakes up early enough to have coffee and start the day with what she called 'quiet time' before the sun rises. This is the first in the few days that I've been here that I awoke early enough to experience morning quiet time. I woke up before the first light of day and instead of going back to sleep I decided to get up and make ready for the day.

I went ahead and dressed in a more Asguardian manner, since Thor and Frigga are being brought here today. Well, as far as I know they are. Britney never heard back from her mysterious father but she seems confident in his dependability.

I opened the wardrobe across from my bed and doned a pair of black cotton pants, a green long sleeve shirt, and a black tunic to go over it. I still wasn't sure how the house itself accommodated me so well but I wasn't about to question it. This whole place seemed a bit...different in a sense. A good different without a doubt! But still different none the less.

After I had finishes dressing I walked out of the bathroom only to be met with Britney sitting in the living room and writing under lamplight in what I assumed was her journal. She looked up, smiling at my startled state, and said, "good morning." If she noticed my Asguardian attire she didn't say anything of the matter. I merely returned the greeting and went to retrieve my own journal. It was as good a time as any to start documenting and I knew the longer I waited the more I'd forget.

So I sat down as well, book and pen in hand, and begun to write, starting with my arrival. I wrote about my hand being healed and the dream that made Britney's truth a reality for me. I wrote about the supernatural peace and joy that came over me when I accepted Jesus as my savior, and everything in between. It was druing this time that Britney asked me if I drink coffee, to which I replied, "What's coffee?" And that's how I was introduced to the hot morning luxury.

The morning droned on lazily. Britney seemed to have a lower energy level than usual. The only thing I could figure is that she had a late night and an early morning and just didn't get much sleep. I was fortunate in the fact that I didn't need much sleep. It seemed such a waste of valuble time, but some people need it more than others I suppose. And it seems Britney is one of those people.

She was standing at the stove, stirring something in a skillet and I stood at the sink, washing our mugs, when she asked me a question. "Loki, do you know how to cook?" I turned my head to face her.

"Regretfully, I do not. Having been raised as a prince I never needed to learn."

"Oof." She replied. "Hmm," she thought for a moment before finishing."Either way you could probably manage this. C'mere." She motioned me over with a nod of her head and handed me the spatula. I took it and looked down into the pan to see what I was going to be working with. Some kind of a yellow slo-

"Okay it's basically scrambled omelettes. Just keep stiring from the bottom until I come back. As long as it doesn't burn on the bottom, you'll be fine. I'll be down the hall if you need anything. I just wanna put real clothes on before your mom and bro arrive." She glanced down at her plaid pants and hooded jacket. "Pajamas give an awful first impression." And at that she scurried away. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was nervous. But who could ever tell with her.