Happy Valentines Day! Because of a wonderfully timed winter snow storm, I have no classes! Yay! This entire chapter took a while to write, because I roped Shi-shi into helping me write this and we had...issues with computers and the internet. We are getting to the end of Loki's punishment. Just another chapter (maybe two) before he is forced to learn his lesson. Afterwords it will be sporadic days over a period of years from their yearly weeks together.

It had taken longer than anticipated for the family to wrap up Olaf, call off the search party, and settle back into their little home in town. By the time they had finally finished, most of the family had forgotten about their little problem.

They were soon reminded when they reentered their house, turned on the lights, and were met with the sight of a (unknown to them) snoozing Asgardian god. Sara giggled at her friend, rushed over to his couch-side and jumped on his stomach.

A rather loud groan of pain reached the party's ears. Havardr and Sara's father chuckled darkly.

"Olaf! Wake up!"

"For Odin's sake, Mortal." He sat up once she scooted herself off of him.

Sara's father walked over and sat in the chair adjacent to the couch. "Do you have a place to stay tonight?"

Olaf regained his composure and remembered the events that had taken place the day before. He grumbled under his breath at the thought of his father dumping him here on Midgard without his magic and no provisions. "No, I don't." He answered.

"He's not staying here." Havardr was quick to pipe in. His words were almost lost with the exclamation of, "Oh! Can he stay here, Daddy? Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" from his sister.

"Silence, you two." Their father had many thoughts passing through his mind. He wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to let him stay here, but he also couldn't just throw him into the street, especially in the middle of the winter. "Alright," he stood from his seat, "You can stay here tonight," Havardr slumped in his seat while Sara hugged Olaf, "-and we will talk more about this tomorrow." Havardr gained a gleam in his eye, and the patriarch could only hope not to go bald/grey over the next several days.

Olaf was starting to turn purple from Sara's choke hold, so he let the gleam fall from his mind and moved to keep his daughter from strangling their house guest.

*** Havardr***

Havardr waited until it was dark, and the house was silent. Well, it was as silent as it gets with his father's snoring. Taking a marker from Sara's art supplies, Havardr crept to the guest room where Olaf was sleeping. He kept himself low and his movement silent to not wake the victim. He entered the room and moved to the bedside. He removed the cap from the marker and made all of his previous art teachers proud.

Once his masterpiece was completed, he sneaked out of the guest room but was halted by another presence in the hallway.

"Havardr, what are you doing in Olaf's room?" The little voice questioned him.

Havardr covered her mouth and shushed her. "What are you doing awake?" He whispered.

"I was thirsty." Sara tilted her head and noticed the beautiful artwork on Olaf's face. "Why is there marker Olaf's face?"

Havardr glanced back at Olaf to make sure he is still asleep before picking Sara up and carrying her to the kitchen. "I wanted to make Olaf feel welcome." He tried to answer, but with the confused look on Sara's face, he continued on. "It's a guy thing." Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' then nodded. He had said such things before, and she had learned to just except it.

Havardr retrieved a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. Sara took the glass, drank the water then set the cup in the sink. He walked her back to her room, placed her back in her bed, handed her the stuffed reindeer she slept with, and tucked her in. Before he was able to escape, she asked him, "What does 'pervert' mean?"

He froze in his tracks. He really should have thought the whole, 'mess up Olaf's face' thing through. If he didn't come up with a good reply, she would ask their father, and their father would end up killing him. Maybe he should have gone a little easier on Olaf. Pervert was a strong word…. nah.

Havardr placed a creepy smile on his face. "A pervert is a person who comes into little kid's bedrooms and kidnaps them. He take the kids to his evil lair and then eats them alive!" He made big gestures to intensify the story.

Sara threw her blanket over her head. "Don't let the pervert get me!" She yelled quietly.

Havardr came over and sat on the edge of her bed. "As long as you don't say that word, he won't come get you." He reassured her. "But if you ever say that word, the you-know-what will come and take you away!"

Sara clung onto her brother. "No! I don't want to be eaten!"

Havardr smoothed her back. "I'll make sure that the you-know-what won't get you, but you have to do something in return."

With fear-filled eyes, Sara looked up at him. "What do I need to do?"

Havardr leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You have to make sure you never say that word in front of dad, and you can't tell Olaf about the marker on his face no matter what." He sat back up and wrapped his arm around her. "If you don't do those two things, I will keep you safe."

Sara nodded. "I won't ever do that. I promise."

Havardr stood up from her bed. "Good. Now go to sleep or other monsters will know you are awake and will come get you."

As if he said the magic words, Sara laid down and tried her best to fall asleep.

Havardr smiled and went back to his room, hoping none of this would come back to haunt him later.

***Olaf (cough Loki cough)***

Olaf was the god of mischief and lies, as such, even without his powers, he could usually guess when such mischief was placed on him. Olaf hated that he was so dependent on these creatures, but unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do…

"Olaf!" Just wonderful. What did the female child ape want now?

"Yes?" he asked. "For what reason are you forcing your presence upon me today?" The child was standing at the door of the room wearing thick garments, most likely showing that she was planning to go out into the dreadful weather soon. He squinted his eyes at her coat. What in the world was a dalek? And why would someone name a doctor 'who'?

The girl's face naturally fell into an easy grin. She ran over to the bed and jumped on top of him. He pushed her off him with veiled annoyance and the child giggled.

"The sky's away, Olaf. So I'm awake!" more giggling persisted. The girl sat back up on the bed and added. "Besides, we're going shopping today!" The girl hopped off the bed, dragging him along with her to the entry room where her father and brother were waiting for them. The child's particularly ape-like brother was smirking at him, while the father kept glancing between him and the man's son.

"Come on. There is a used clothes store not far from here where we can pick up some things for you." Olaf followed them, and the moment he stepped out the house, he gazed suspiciously at the boy-ape. The fool had done something to him. Of that, Olaf knew for certain. He just couldn't figure out what.

While the quartet walked, people sniggered as they pointed at him, mother's pulled their children away and covered their eyes, while a few gazed at him with looks of pity. He was Loki, he was a god. An ant does not pity the boot.

The store was not far, and they soon arrived. When Olaf looked at his reflection on the glass window, he was livid. When his powers returned, Olaf would ensure that the boy-ape died a very slow and painful death.

When they walked into the store he found the nearest gentleman's room and got to work on removing the face graffiti. It took him a good while to remove the ink from his face, but he was not about to leave the gentleman's room with words such as 'Pervert' and illustrated mustaches.

When the ink was finally all gone. He rejoined his prefered ape (the girl) and her… family group. The girl hugged him as soon as the door closed behind him. He pat her head (she wasn't all that bad, an ape sure, but not like her ape brother.) as he shot his fiercest death glare at the boy-ape. Yes, a slow and painful death indeed.

The patriarch of the family bought him some used -as much as he loathed to say it- garments and it was finally time to return to their nest. To his amusement, the child literally ran into another child along the way. One that she apparently did not like in the slightest.

***Normal POV***

"Sara!" the boy exclaimed. Havardr and his father exchanged amused looks between them and made themselves comfortable to watch Arendelle's favorite pass-time. Several other people in the street stopped to watch as well. Olaf's interest was piqued

"Alrekr." She spat his name. "What are you doing here?"

"That's Prince Alrekr to you." said child. The arrogance in his voice was evident.

Prince Alrekr put his hand up, signalling that he could handle this on his own. "I'm going down to the ice rink to practice for the race." He gestured to the skates he was carrying. "Not that I need it, but I gotta make sure I stay at the top. The ice race is tonight. It had been moved after the- commotion yesterday."

Sara crossed her arms and smirked. "What? Scared that I might beat you this year?"

"As if. Prince Alrekr is twice the skater you will ever be." The boy accompanying the prince spoke up.

The prince shot a glare at the boy then looked back to Sara. "You might as well not even compete. You already know that you are going to lose." He smirked. "Unless you want to embarrass yourself again."

"Shut up!"

Olaf leaned over to join the conversation. "Now you are just being rude. You haven't even introduced me to your fellow primates."

Sara calmed the anger rising inside her enough to introduce them. "Olaf, this is Prince Alrekr. Prince Alrekr, this is Olaf."

"Like your snowman?" he asked in a confused tone, just like her brother the day before.

Olaf was slightly offended to again be referred to as the snowman. He liked to think he was much better than a snowman. As the two argued back and forth, the crowd seemed to notice that this wasn't one of their more explosive arguments and continued on. Eventually, even her father and brother continued on to their house, leaving Sara, Olaf, Alrekr, and child-bodyguard in the streets.

As Olaf watched the two argue, the boy's feeling for Sara became a little more than obvious to him. A smirk slowly found it's way on his face, and he somehow managed to escort the group to a more private setting before continuing on with his master plan.

Now out of the way of the more public eye, Olaf leaned over to Sara's ear and whispered. She turned a bright red, and Alrekr started to turn a little pink as well (although Alrekr's pink was in anger.)

"What in the world did you say to her?" he demanded.

"Nothing that concerns you, a child." Olaf said in a condescending tone. Sara looked back and forth between the two, not really understanding what was going on. Olaf dropped down to his knees and wrapped Sara in a hug, smirking at Alrekr. Alrekr's face when from pink to red as his anger turned to rage.

Sara, happy to be hugged by Olaf, hugged him back.

"Hello, pitiful mortal, I am Olaf, and I like warm hugs from Sara here."

"I hate you." Alrekr muttered.

Sara pulled back from her hug and turned to Alrekr. "Alrekr! Don't hate Olaf! He's my friend!"

"He's not your friend, Sara! He's taking advantage of you!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!" Sara grabbed Olaf's hand and tugged him away from a fuming Alrekr.

As the two walked away, Olaf turned his head back and smirked in victory.

Alrekr gave Olaf an I'm-watching-you gesture with his gloved hands.

Once Sara and Olaf turned the corner, Sara started muttering about how much she despised the prince, but she was cut off when something caught her eye in the store they were next to. She squealed an excited girlish squeal and pulled Olaf into the store. Olaf's expression went from victory to horror looking at the item now in Sara's hands.

"No."

"You said you were from Asgard so you have to wear it!"

"I am not wearing something with a poor mockery of my oaf of a brother's face on it!" he hissed.

"Awwwwww! Please!" She pleaded with him. She put on her best pair of puppy eyes to help.

"No."

Sara pouted but then smiled. "Alright, I guess I'll just have to ask my brother to help get it on you."

"You are despicable."

Again, Happy Valentines Day! And if you were in the snow storm's path too, then stay safe! Oh! And Shi-shi! You're an angel, you know that?

With Love,

Nata