Chapter Three

"Thanks for helping me close tonight boy! I'm not sure how I survived today." I told the dishwasher boy as I was setting the alarm to the front door of the restaurant I co-owned, while I bunched up in my quite large coat to prepare for the cold wonderland outside. Only minutes ago, it started to snow. The small balls of white slowly fluttering around our small building and worn out street, giving it a facade of beauty.

"It's no problem," the boy laughed, "but can I ask, why do you never call me by my name?"

I initiated the alarm and quickly locked the door, threw the hood of my coat over my head and pushed the boy outside with me before the alarm would detect us.

"Don't take it personally, but I forgot your name" I shrugged, already starting to shiver under the snow's blazing chills. It took alot for me to remember someone's name, they had to really plant a firm impression on my mind. An image of the face of my mysterious stranger only hours before flashed before my eyes. He was someone to remember, but he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, defiantly don't take it personally." I chuckled at myself, although the boy just gave me an inquisitive look. I wasn't going to explain it to him. I took a mental photo of the sky, to make sure I wouldn't be able to forget what my horrible yet homey restaurant looked like with a soft snow falling around it. I glanced back at the boy, and saw he was now slightly frowning. This was the most I communicated with him in one day, and his large blue eyes began to actually make me feel bad with the unintentional puppy dog look they were giving me. He was a sweet boy, and he always was a good sport with my attitude. I sighed, placing my hand on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, what's your name? I promise not to forget again."

He gave me a huge grin. "Jake!"

He really was a cute one. His face couldn't help but make me smile, it was contagious.

"I'll see you." I patted his shoulder in goodbye, pulled my jacket as close to me as I could, and headed to my car.

I was an avid lucid dreamer, so my dreams always felt too real, and tonight was especially real. Who knew how long I had my eyes closed before the beautiful stranger came before me underneath my eye lids.

He was standing alone, over a sparkling gold city. I stood at the bottom of the hill of which he was perched on, paralyzed in my spot.

"Hello! Sir! I'm Stuck!" I cried for help, my anxiety racing as I struggled with all my might to move my feet but they were planted firmly in place.

The man slowly turned around to look at me, with a devilish smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"My dear, my dear," he cooed softly as he began to take small but swift steps toward me. "My dear, my dear."

He wouldn't stop, but it was sweet music to my ears. When he was finally only an inch away from me, I longed for him just to move a tiny bit forward, so we could be touching chest to chest.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking up at my gorgeous god like man.

He leaned down to right beside my ear.

"Your rightful King."

BEEP BEEP!

My hand slammed down on the snooze button of my alarm clock as I moaned and groaned the common tone of I Don't Want To Fucking Get Up. My blankets were thrown off of me and onto the floor in my sleep. The winter weather outside prompted me t owear warm pajamas, which was unusual compared to my normal sleeping in my underwear. It never was this cold in my town, let alone did it ever snow. Everything was off last night.

I could hardly open my eyes due to my sleepiness and the blinding sunlight seeping in through my apartment window. It took me a couple minutes of burying my face in my pillow to remember my dream.

Your rightful king.

The man had now invaded the privacy of my sleep and dreams. I groaned again even louder and placed another pillow on the back of my head.

The damn alarm clock.

Loki was sitting nonchalantly on the roof of the pizzeria, waiting patiently for the strawberry blonde maiden to return. He had intended to go back home to Asgard, but he sensed someone was thinking of him; he was able to hear every thought, and to his little surprise it had been her mind producing them. Whatever she was thinking was flooding his mind and crowding it.

The maiden was of fair height, with strawberry blonde hair that was pulled back and probably would have reached her shoulders if held down. Her skin was pale but so very much was Loki's. He saw a passion in her eyes that very few mortal woman had. She could have fooled everyone in Asgard if she only had the correct attire.

The sun was rising and he still saw no sight of her. He wasn't too familiar with the food service of mortals but he knew that this establishment was her place of work, so at some point she would have to return. He couldn't wait forever though, he didn't have all week.

This moment of silence gave him time to ponder why he was here in the first place.

"Thor that idiot." He scolded under his breath.

"I wonder if he even noticed my leave yet."

Of course he did. Thor was self narcissistic, but he seemed to genuinely care about his brother at times, even if he showed in not so obvious ways. Thor was most likely running mad asking where Loki was and halting all ceremonies till he was there to participate as well. This made Loki happy, for maybe his disappearance would keep Thor off the throne for a while longer and make people actually notice him (Loki) for once. He didn't want to worry them too much though. In fact, if it wasn't for the mortal woman he would have returned home by now.

There was rustling down below, knocking Loki out of his thoughts and back to reality. He peaked down from the roof and saw the woman unlocking the back door. The place where they had kissed...

When he saw her, he suddenly became enraged with anger. He wasn't sure to direct it at her or himself, so he chose to direct it at her.

Gracefully, he jumped to the ground and snuck inside once the door was slammed shut. He wondered if she was always this agitated. Once inside, she was nowhere to be found. In front of him was a hallway that led to the kitchen and a room listed storage. Further down the hall was the dining area.

"This place looks soo...off." He huffed, used to the luxuries of Odin's palace.

"AH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

The scream came from his blond spot, and immediantly following a large round flat piece of metal struck him against his head with a loud clank.

"What in the bloody hel was that?!" he WANTED to say, but instead winced and placed his hand over the now sore spot on his head. Of course, it was the woman who had attacked him. He looked over to his side to find her in a battle stance with a large wooden round object, possibly a weapon he believed, in her hands. She was threatening him.

"You challenge me? Loki of Asgard!?" he hissed at her, causing her to take a frightened step back.

He regretted his tone, realizing that this woman was standing up for herself but she was scared. He laughed and held up his palms in surrender.

"I mean no harm my fair lady, I only come wishing for an explanation."

"Well, so do I."

Loki took a step further. "Explanation on?"

Another step.

"Ladies first," He whispered, trying to serenade her to speak.

Another step.

"Who exactly are you and why do you keep showing up here? And," She finally asked, but was cute off by loki.

"And why do I keep popping up in your thoughts?"

She dropped her weapon, turning white.