"Is this like dreams you've dreamt in the past?" He asked chuckling, knowing the answer to be no.

She looked to him realizing the truth. "I, I can't deal with this now." She said, running her fingers through her hair. Without a second glace she turned her back on him and shut the door to her bedroom. She leaned against the door squeezing her eyes tight. "This isn't happening." She groaned, and opened her eyes to see Xena looking to her with her held tilted in confusion. "This will all go away in the morning." She told herself taking a deep breath and changed into her sleeping clothes blatantly ignoring the fact that there was a mythical god from her dreams in her living room.

Loki looked to the bedroom door with confusion. In all his past encounters with this woman she had never been so confusing. Loki hadn't expected this reaction from her. Loki sighed in irritation. "Misgardians are so dramatic." He murmured. He had no other place to go. He was avoiding Asgard like the plague. Odin awoke exposing Loki's deception and forced the crown upon Thor. Odin refused to speak to Loki, but he also did not punish him. The kingdom flourished under Loki's guise and Odin could not find fault in it. With his brother finally upon the throne he needed to leave to cool his rage. Thor upon the throne seemed like a punishment in itself.

Loki looked around the living room and wrinkled his nose. He did not find this to be suitable sleeping chambers for a prince. With magic he transmuted the black leather couch into an extravagant bed of black and green and transformed his attire to a simple green tunic and black pants. He scanned her bookshelf appalled by the amount Paranormal Romance novels found there. "More like Paranormal Smut." He muttered, as he continued to scan her books. He stumbled upon a large Edgar Allen Poe book full of his life's work and decided to read a little before falling asleep.

Athea found sleep came easy to her even with a stranger potentially still in her home. That night she dreamed a dream she had dreamt before.

She stood before a city of light on a multifaceted bridge that led to a wondrous castle. She walked down the colorful bridge and passed many people dressed in grandiose clothing. She looked to them with wonder and excitement, but was meant with shock and distaste. She shrugged it off as her attention was once again focused on the castle. Behind the castle was a sky of beautiful blues, purples and pinks and the faint outline of distant planets. She gawked at the beauty envious that she did not reside in such a lovely world. She had always been astounded by the beauty of space and this world could look upon the stars and planets like they were detailed drawings in a textbook.

As she came upon the castle she saw a man in the shadows watching a group of people that appeared to be warriors.

"What are you doing lurking in the shadows?" She asked the man with long black hair that was leaning against a grand column. Eyes of emerald turn to her full of scrutiny but she watched them fade into eyes of amusement.

"I find you see people do many interesting things when they think no one is looking." He replied, pushing himself away from the column to stand straight as he eyed her up. "Doesn't seem like appropriate attire Milady." He said with a smirk his words laced with laughter.

Athea looked down and found herself in a black tank top and her purple lace underwear. A blush tinted her cheeks. As she avoided his eyes looking to her lack of clothes they began to change. Right before her eyes her scantily clad body was covered in a long flowing floor length gown of gold. It reminded her of something a Greek Goddess would wear. "There that's much more suitable." He said smirking down at her.

Athea looked up once more to see him standing in front of her bathed in the warm glow of the waning sun. She gulped at his height. "Are you a giant?" She asked tilting her head to the side in amazement. She had never seen a man so handsome nor met a man so tall. She watched a smirk spread across his face.

"Funny you should ask." He said offering her his hand.

Athea woke immediately gasping for air. Frost Giants, Jotunheim, Asgard, Thor, King Odin, God of Mischief. Loki. She sat up in her bed. It was all real. She thought to herself. My dreams were real? But how? Athea crawled out of bed determined to get answers. She unlocked her bedroom door and turn on the hall light. She peaked into the living room and saw. A bed? How the hell? She questioned in confusion then sighed. Magic. She thought. "Loki." She called out some of her resolve fading. She walked closer to his bed and saw him sleeping laying on his stomach his face turn towards her. Her breath caught in her throat. How is this guy real? He's like a god she thought in awe. Mentally kicking herself he is a god. His pale skin contrasted against his dark lashes. A strand of raven black hair hung over his forehead. She was tempted to push it back, but her confidence wavered when she heard him sigh.

"Do you plan on staring at me the rest of the night?" His eyes flashed open staring up at her, his green eyes unnaturally bright in the dim lighting. His eyes bore into hers and she felt uncomfortable, her mind was drawing a blank as to what was so urgent a moment ago.

"Did you have a reason for waking me mortal?" He asked sitting up staring at her questioningly.

"I, I…Yes." She stammered and cleared her throat. Focus! she scolded herself, but her sleep deprived mind wasn't thinking clearly. All she could think about his how ravishing this man was. The man of her dreams she sighed. That thought brought her back to her senses. Dreams.

"Let me guess who, what, when, where and how?" Loki smirked, he knew her thoughts were less than pure and based on her book preference he figured her imagination was in overdrive.

Athea didn't trust her voice so she nodded and bit her lip. This was ridiculous, never once in her dreams was she not able to articulate her thoughts with this man, but now she was tongue tied and confused. That's because he is no longer a figment of your imagination she thought with a mental sigh.

A/N: What could possibly be the explanation for this strange phenomenon? I love reading reviews so let me know what you think so far!