Yep, so there is going to be a night two for you lovely readers. Haha apparently the first one wasn't enough to get the feels out, plus I am having a significant writers block for BOTH of the stories I am currently working on. Meh, I guess I'll have to settle for writing smut and fluff til I can get past it. This one has a bit more 'cuteness' to it, I guess you could say. Again, it's pretty much a blurb of Loja fluff that came up when I was watching Thor (yes, again. Ah, the perks of having little brothers that want to rewatch Marvel movies all the time ;) )

~Sirius

The next day, Anja found herself whisked away in her studies. She had bid Loki goodbye early that morning, just before the sun broke over the tops of the mountains in the east. It had been painful, very painful. Yet the moment she was immersed in her magic she found herself unable to think on anything but what was in front of her. Perhaps that was why she was taken completely off-guard when one of her classmates came rushing into the garden that the group of students were eating their meal at, speaking of a party that the students and Mistress Elena had been invited to a last minute party by none other than the king himself.

Anja had been sitting in the shade of a tree, near the glassy surface of a fountain that she had been pulling droplets of water from.

"Oh, Mistress Elena," the girl- who was much younger than Anja by three or four years- spoke in a shrill, girlish voice. "May we please go?"

The head healer peered over the tops of her glasses at the broken seal of the house of Odin before turning her attention to the letter. She studied it for a full moment, now that she had everyone's utmost attention. To Anja, it felt like forever that the woman sat there, taking in the letter. Perhaps it was because she was holding her breath as she waited and did not realize that she had been until the healer woman nodded her consent. Surely her luck was not this good. She would get to see Loki yet another time before her departure.

She had never been this lucky. Ever.

*o*O*o*

"Wow, Anja," one of her classmates said as the dark skinned woman came down the steps and into the carriage that was waiting. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Cecily," Anja said with a smile, resisting the urge to peel the cursed make-up off of her face with a bit of magic. "You do as well."

The younger girl beamed.

The carriage ride was not a long one, for the group was staying just a few blocks from the palace. That was how It had been so easy for Anja to get away the night before and to return without her absence being noted. She had been thinking through exactly what she would do if she saw Loki as well. It was painfully obvious that he had convinced his father to allow the girls to come to the party for the night after she had told him how long they would be in Asgard. Part of her wanted so very badly to just remain by his side all night long, but the other knew that she would never hear the end of it from her classmates if they knew she and he were lovers.

She would simply have to see how the evening unfolded, she decided.

*o*O*o*

The ballroom was void of any dark prince when Anja made it to the party with her classmates. Mistress Elena led the way through the party, eyeing every young man that may come near the girls in the group with the lethality of a hungry predator. No one was getting near her girls…

Anja's full blown smile could not be suppressed as she watched the short blonde woman ward off a few of the warriors in training. For a reason Anja did not know, students at the Academy were not to have relationships other than familial ties whilst at the Academy. Apparently it distracted them from their magic… Unless their lover was the highest ranking sorcerer in the land , Anja thought idly to herself. She wondered if that had ever been a scenario.

Her train of thought was derailed as she heard Cecily hiss in her right ear. "By all the Norns, Anja. Look! It is the princes!"

Anja's heart leapt to her throat at the sound of the royal trumpets and Loki and Thor's name being announced. The moment her gaze lighted on the man in the emerald and golden armor and golden horned helmet she felt weak at the knees. The crowd had come to a standstill, clearing a way as the princes entered. As Anja watched the two, she could not help but wonder how so many overlooked Loki so often. He was all she could see as he entered, his older and considerably larger brother nothing more than another Aesir in the backdrop of the party.

And then his gaze found hers, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. she thought suddenly about where those lips had been on her the night before and her legs turned to jelly, a rush of blood in her cheeks making the room feel very, very hot.

"Anja, stand up straight," Mistress Elena hissed. She had noticed Anja's sudden… disposition.

"Yes Ma'am," Anja muttered, the words like glue in her mouth. Never had she been left speechless by someone else. Even when she had been with Loki the first time… This was a new feeling to her completely.

Loki was still looking at her as he took a stance beside a visiting diplomat, amusement in his eyes as the emerald orbs darted back and forth between her and the man that should have had his full attention. The temperature only rose.

"Anja, come, let us get something to drink," Cecily said quietly, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. "Perhaps we shall escape Mistress Elena if only for a moment." The girl's conspiratorial whisper made Anja smile again as she looked away from Loki to follow Cecily through the crowd and towards the punch bowl. She thanked the Norns she had basic function of her long legs.

As the two reached the bowl, leaving Mistress Elena in the dust, Anja tried to put Loki out of her mind. After all, this was a diplomatic event and surely he would not have an excuse to talk to her. But then again she was certain that he had been behind the late invitation.

"Thank you," she said to Cecily as the blond handed her a crystal goblet of the punch that a servant had been distributing.

Cecily nodded as she took a gulp of her own. Then her reddened lips dropped into a soft "Oh" when she looked over Anja's left shoulder.

"What?" Anja said quietly. but before she could turn around she had heard his voice addressing the two of them.

"My ladies, how does this evening fair for two beauties such as yourselves?" Loki's emerald eyes were alight with amusement as he took in Anja's rather surprised face. He extended his hand, taking her own boldly and brushing his lips across the top of it, his eyes never leaving hers as her silver orbs widened in disbelief.

"We are fine, My Prince," she said softly. "Thank you for the invitation. It was a most welcome… distraction from our studies."

Loki grinned a crooked grin as he caught onto the double-meaning in her words. "It was my pleasure," he replied in a mock authoritative tone.

"What do you two think you are- Oh, My Prince, forgive me for intruding," Mistress Elena's shrill voice went from commanding to groveling in mere seconds as she realized who her students had been with. Cecily's mouth was still hanging open at the mere sight of the prince this close, but Loki's gaze had not left Anja's.

"Mistress Elena," Loki said with a curt bow. If there was anyone in Asgard that was better at magic than this woman, it was Loki. He was a master and had attained the rank through rigorous work that commanded respect. "If you would allow me to borrow Lady Anja for the night it would be most appreciated."

Cecily's mouth dropped even further to the ground and Anja fought the urge to grab the girl's jaw and snap it closed.

Mistress Elena, too, was baffled. "If… If it please you, My Prince. But she must remain in the room with you under my supervision, My Lord. Tis only proper."

Loki did not lose any of the easiness in his voice as he turned his gaze to the woman. "That is reasonable," he said finally. Anja kicked herself for feeling disappointed, a feeling that quickly dissipated when he turned to her and offered his arm. "My Lady," he said with a mock smirk.

And just like that, Anja found herself at his side once more… something that did not last long, however as he began to walk around the walls of the room with her before slipping behind a pillar and into a secret passageway, out of the room all together.

"Loki!" Anja said as she realized what had happened. "I shall get in trouble!" But she was already leaning into him.

He grinned at her as he wrapped his arms about her waist. "Lady Anja, you cannot possibly convince me that you came to this function with the intentions to see me from afar now, can you?" His helmet nearly scraped the top of the low passage she found herself in with him. "Anja."

She was standing in front of him, her hands resting on his heavily armored shoulders, just where the green material of his cape met his armor. With steady hands, she slipped her fingers under the leather straps that hung over his abdomen and chest, pulling herself closer as she intertwined her fingers in them.

"We really should get back to the party," she said huskily as she leaned into him and her breath ghosted across his lips. "They might miss me." She was being sarcastic and he knew it.

"I can simply say that we were having a conversation in the privacy of my chambers," he said in the same coy tone. Anja shivered as he leaned into her neck, planting a kiss at the base of its thin column.

"That might be too obvious, My Prince." She tutted slightly before pulling away, her hands wrapping around his waist, trailing his abdomen and relishing in the cool touch of the gold plates on his chest. Such glamour to hide an already glamourous body... She wanted to feel him without such troublesome barriers...

"I cannot afford to lose any credibility, Loki," she said as if an afterthought.

"And you think I would willingly lead you off to bed you with the knowledge that you would get into trouble with that old hag?" His voice was cool, but a touch of venom seeped through as he spoke of Mistress Elena. "Go on and see for yourself," he said seductively as he kissed her cheek, then directed her towards the entrance that they had come through to peek out at the crowd. Sure enough, a dark head of curls and a golden helmet were moving through the crowd… and Mistress Elena was watching them intently.

"Projections?" Anja said quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. Loki nodded and smiled as he felt her resolve against leaving lower considerably.

"We have all night, if you wish it, My Lady," he whispered huskily in her ear and she shivered as he kissed the sensitive spot under her ear lobe and began to inch his way down to the crook of her neck, slowly and torturously. Gods, she could have him again if she desired it. He wanted her as well… and they had all night, just as he had said…

She knew she need not worry about the obvious possibility of pregnancy at the moment. Now that she was part of the Academy, an enchantment had been placed upon her to keep her from carrying a child in the off chance that she came in contact with a man before she could finish her studies. This was so easy… and so, so tempting.

And just like that she had hooked her arms around his neck, his armored chest crushing in to her own as she kissed him full force. He shot a long, graceful leg between her knees, forcing her legs apart under the cool silk of her gown as he pressed into her and she groaned into his mouth. She felt so naughty! A party with his own mother in attendance was just a few feet from the entrance of the passage they had just taken. Her hands tried to roam to his hair, but the helmet blocked her progress and she let out a huff of irritation. The heavy bits of his armor did not fall off easily either as her strong hands tried to pry his cape off of his shoulders. He chuckled against her lips to see her impatience.

"All in its time, My Love," he said as his tongue flicked her upper lip and he pulled away. "What say you we head on to my chambers?"

She all but jumped into his arms at the prospect.

The lemon for night 2 will come next chapter. Yeah, this will probably be a three-shot type thing. Loja romance is just too much fun to write for when they don't have all this other stuff screwing with em, ya know? (unless you count Mistress Elena….) ;)

Til next update,

~Sirius