"Go outside. I'll meet you there," Loki tells you.
You go outside and find nothing important except for your cat. You sigh. I really wish Thor was here, you think to yourself. You fall to the ground and bring your knees close, your cat, Inky, comes up to you and purrs.
"I miss you Thor," you whisper out loud. You hear footsteps coming closer so you turn around.
"I know you do; so do I. Just hang on a little more _," Loki says lowering himself to your level. You sigh, he turns to you and holds your cheek to give it a kiss, "It's going to be ok, right? He's coming home now."
Tears slide down from your eyes, you wipe them away. "Ok, thanks for staying with me, Loki. You were a great help, with everything."
He smiles, "No problem _, is there anything you feel like doing now other than sitting?"
You light up, just enough for you to stop tearing up. "Can I... No that's stupid. I can't do that do you..."
"Do what?" He was curious.
"Can I braid your hair?" You cringed up and turned the other way. That was so stupid! You can't braid a prince's hair! What am I thinking?
"Braid? What is that?" You turn to him surprised.
"It's a style of hair... So can I?" You completely forget why you were so upset in the first place, and never gave Loki enough time to answer, you crawled to behind of Loki to start parting his hair into three sections.
"Ok, so how does this 'braid' work?" He didn't even cringe in pain when I took out knots from his hair.
"Well, first, you have to get three sections of hair and separate them," you take the three sections of hair, then cross middle section and move it up and over to the left side. "Then you move the middle one to the left side, and the right one, which is the middle one now, to the right and tighten the braid," you do exactly what you said, and you finished braiding a section of his hair.
He nods, understanding now what a braid is. We both here faint footsteps behind us, but we brush it off because we were laughing, talking, and braiding. We here a soft, deep chuckle behind us.
"Loki? _? Is that you?" Thor asks.
You and Loki both turn around, red from laughing and embarrassment. Thor looked at his younger step-brother and laughed, seeing how his hair was all braided and knotted.
"What is wrong with your hair, brother? It's quite funny."
You spoke up. "It's called a braid."
He had the same confusion as his brother. "A braid? For what purpose does it serve?"
"It doesn't serve any purpose other than making your hair look pretty. You want a French braid, normal braid, or a lot of tiny braids?"
"'French braid'? What does the French have to do with it?"
"Nothing, here! Sit down, and I'll braid your hair just like Loki's." Thor sits down on the floor, and you scoot over to were his back was to start braiding; Loki scoots over to see how it's done.
After you finished braiding his hair, he reaches behind him to feel it. "It feels weird, to have my hair styled. Is this what young girls do for enjoyment?"
"Mhmm." You smile, "Ok! Now since I finished braiding all of your hair, let's go inside to make dinner. My treat!"