Working Title : Loki & Annie

Chapter Thirty-One Bath Interupted

Once in her room Annie pressed her hands against her eyes while pushing out a deep breath. Holy. Heck. Dropping her hands she stood in her room, not seeing anything. "Well." She nodded. "Well, well." She felt herself snort, "That's a deep subject." She felt laughter bubbling up, "Really, girl? Dad jokes?"

Shaking her head she walked into her bathroom then turned around and came right back out. "You came in here to get dressed. Let's just start with that first, okay?" From her dresser she grabbed jeans and a clean V-neck t shirt. Her favorite deep blue color she tossed it along with the jeans on the bed while grabbing clean panties and a bra.  "Cotton. It's the fabric of life."

Getting dressed she continued talking to herself. "Okay, get over yourself, this morning isn't about you. It's about Loki. Getting Loki a bath. Okay. Cleaned up. We can do this, just be calm. Cool and calm."

Not bothering with socks Annie headed into the bathroom to brush her hair, her feet on the cool bathroom floor reminding her of the story Thor told. She grinned slightly at the mental picture of little Loki running barefoot through a castle or palace with a maniacal grin on his cute little face. As the brush swept through her hair the grin faded as she pictured her Loki sitting on her couch. Her brushing slowly came to a stop as she stared thoughtfully into the mirror, speaking softly as she realized, "That's why Thor is so torn up. He knows both Loki's and they're not the same person." She brushed her hair some more, still thinking. "That's okay, this Loki is the only one that counts." Pulling her hair into a ponytail then tucking the ends into the hair band so it would be out of the way, Annie leaned forward to consider herself in the mirror. "You've got your work cut out for you, girl." Staring intently into her eyes she finally laughed, "Oh my God, you're such a dork."

Walking out of the bathroom still shaking her head and chuckling ,she opened her door and walked out.

On the other side of the door Annie found Loki still sitting on the couch but Thor was no where in sight. A glance into the kitchen showed all the dishes were done and sitting in the drying rack. Walking over to the couch and looking down at Loki, her heart felt like it skipped so hard it actually hurt. Pressing a hand to rub at her chest, Annie came around the couch and knelt down.

"Wow. You ate everything?" Annie motioned to the empty plate. There was no answering nod or look from Loki. Well of course he did, ya idiot. Who else would have eaten it? Geeze, any more dumb questions?  "I'm, well, that's great." Annie bent her head down so she could look up into his eyes, "I want you to tell us if you don't feel good though, okay? Not too much at one time. I don't know how your, system works." Annie sat on the floor, her back touching the coffee table. "I probably shouldn't have given you so much." Annie grimaced. "Probably not any of that. Maybe the eggs. Eggs are probably okay." She rubbed at her eyes, "Uhg, I should have researched this better." She glanced at Loki, "sorry, kiddo."

Thor came out from the bedroom and saw Annie sitting on the floor in front of Loki while talking to him. He felt confidence flow into him. She would fix Loki, Strange would remove the collar so Loki could shift and Loki would know what to do next. Coming to a stop behind the couch Thor folded his arms, "What is our next action, Lady Annie?"

With a slightly embarrassed smile Annie answered, "You can just call me Annie. I won't go so far as to say I'm not a lady but I'm not a Lady Annie. Not the title anyway."

Thor rose up and down on his toes, "You are worthy to be called by that title. Though I understand many Midgardian females find my manners," Thor looked puzzled, "rather insulting though I mean nothing of the kind."

Annie smiled wide, nodding up at him, "Oh, I can see that, absolutely. But it's just that you're old fashioned in a way women aren't used to any more."