You try not to panic. You watch Loki as he strolls over to the other side of the room. He gently sets the scepter down on the floor by the bed.
"I claim this side." he says casually, plopping down on the bed.
You couldn't believe this was happening. You were about to share a bed with an attractive stranger that you just met a few hours ago. You resolve to just go with the flow since exhaustion has finally caught up with you. You place your bag on the floor beside the bed and unzip it. Good thing you brought extra stuff. You grab your shorts, shirt and bathroom items.
"I assume you didn't bring pajamas?" you jest as you look over at Loki, who is laying comfortably with his arms behind his head.
"I told you, I need not sleep."
"Yeah, yeah I know."
You wander into the bathroom to change. You close the door and put your small bag of items on the sink. You quickly brush your teeth and brush your hair so you don't look so disheveled. You look at yourself in the mirror. You could do this. A few minutes later you emerge in your shorts and shirt. You take a deep breath and walk confidently back to the bed. You prop up your pillow and lean against the headboard.
"Do Midgardians always wear such clothing when they retire for the evening?" He smirks as he glances over at your exposed legs.
"It's been warm. I'm not going to wear flannel am I?" You say defensively. You can feel your face getting hot.
"It was just a question." He sits up on the bed and then heads to the bathroom. You watch as he closes the door. Through the tiny crack, you can see him moving around. You hear the water turn on. Was he seriously going to shower now? You lean over on the bed, but you can't see anything. You decide to try and get comfy. You fluff your pillow and lie down. Of course now you can't sleep. After a few minutes, you decide to go find the TV remote. You look around the nightstand and the TV. It was probably behind the TV stand. You sigh and pry the stand away from the wall. Ah! There it is! You bend down to get it. You suddenly feel something wet touching your foot. Next thing you know, you are laying on the floor. You prop yourself up on your elbows. You see Loki lying facedown across your legs, wearing nothing but a dark green towel.
"May I ask what you were doing by the door?" he asks, turning to look at you. He proceeds to get up.
"I-I was searching for the TV remote," you stutter as his legs brush yours.
"You have good timing then." he jokes, smiling. Now standing, he holds his hand out. You place your hand in his and he pulls you up. You notice that he is tall and slender but muscular. You can't help but stare.
"Uh...thanks for helping me up." You let go of his hand and walk quickly to the bed. You climb under the covers. He sits on the bed with his back to you. You see a couple bruises, like he had been in a scuffle recently. You watch him run his fingers through his black hair before flipping over on your side. Your eyes suddenly feel heavy.
You wake up suddenly. It's completely dark in the room except for the faint moonlight streaming in through the window. Had he used some sort of spell on you to make you sleepy? You wouldn't put it past him. You stare at the ceiling and rub your eyes. You feel something pressing on your stomach. You look down and see that Loki is sprawled out on his stomach with his arm across you. Your heart skips a beat. You stare at him for a moment. He seems to be sleeping soundly.
"I need not sleep." you mutter, mimicking his voice. He had fallen asleep twice now.
You roll on your side, facing him. He looks so peaceful with his hair tousled and spread across the pillow. You gently reach over and brush the hair out of his face. It is so soft. Your fingers linger as you touch his face. His pale skin is smooth. He suddenly stirs and you quickly pull your hand away as to not wake him. He turns on his side. His face is inches from yours. You can feel his breath on you. Your heart races as you close your eyes and lean in closer.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
You jump back, startled. Loki is staring at you with his piercing eyes and grinning.
"What the hell?" you sit up, mortified, "You were awake this WHOLE TIME?"
"I may have been." he replies, grinning wider.
"You have got to be kidding me..." you can feel your face growing hotter by the minute. You reach down and stealthily grab your pillow. You get on your knees and hit him in square in the face with it. His smile fades into a look of surprise as you go to hit him again. He sits up and grabs your wrists. The pillow falls out of your hands.
"Look, I am sorry if I startled you." he says with sincerity.
"You better be." You just couldn't stay mad at him.
"It was just a bit of fun really." he smirks.
You stare at each other for a few moments, saying nothing. You could stare at him all day.
"So, I don't know if you Asgardians ever get hungry..." you say softly, breaking the silence.
"We do," he laughs, "and yes, I am a bit famished."
"Ah, good," you reply, "I'm starving!"
"I hope I don't regret this." you mutter, opening the door. The restaurant was bustling for 7 am. You can't remember the last time you were awake at this hour.
"Do you want me to-" Loki started.
"I'll take care of everything. Don't you fret." you say quickly. It would be better if you did all the talking. He looked around while waiting to be seated, which didn't take long. "Oh nice." you poke the seat, "I love booths."
Loki bounces in his seat and you stifle a giggle. The waitress then brings over the menus. She explains the specials and combos and then leaves. You thumb through the menu and decide to get what you usually get. French toast. You see Loki sitting there, watching everything around him. He seems a bit on edge.
"Hey, did you decide what you want?"
He snaps out of the trance he's in and slides the menu over to you, pointing.
"I have had this before." he grins, "It is rather good."
"I'd have to agree."
The waitress returned at that moment.
"All ready?" she asks, cheerfully.
"Yes," you smile back, "I'll have french toast and he wants the pudding."
"Good choices." she says, scribbling it down. She grabs the menus and then wanders off to attend to another table. Loki goes back to looking around. He seems worried.
"Is something wrong?" you inquire after several minutes of silence. He leans in closer.
"See those men over there in black suits?" he asks in a hushed tone. You glance over cautiously. They keep looking in your direction.
"Who are they?"
"I will explain later," he says, "but we want to avoid them."
You nod. The waitress returns again, this time with the food. You can't help but grin at the bowl of pudding with whipped cream.
"Thank you." you say to her as she places the french toast in front of you.
"Yes, thank you." Loki chimes in excitedly. He grabs his spoon. The waitress smiles as she walks away.
"What? No sprinkles? What kind of place is this?" you joke.
You watch Loki put his spoon down. He looks around to make sure no one is watching and then waves his hand over the bowl. Little dark green sprinkles now covered the whipped cream.
"I knew it."
"Pardon?"
"You're the one," you explain, "the Midgardian clothes, how I fell asleep so quickly, the towel..." You blush as you mention the towel.
"You are correct."
"So you can do..."
"Yes." he says quickly.
"That is so cool!" you exclaim, a bit louder than you intended. You sink into your seat as you grab your fork and continue eating. You needed to get out of there soon. Those guys in suits were making you nervous. Loki was happily eating his pudding in silence.
After several more minutes, you pay and make your way back to the motel, which is across the street. You climb up the stairs and go to reach for the motel key in your pocket, when Loki suddenly grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you against the door.
"What are you-?" you exclaim in surprise. He is extremely close to you.
"Shh," he says, covering your mouth with his hand, "I am improvising."
You watch as he casually glances in the window directly next to you. You stand there, very still. You can feel him breathing on you.
"They followed us didn't they?" you ask as your heart races.
"Indeed." he replies, his eyes not leaving the window.
"I guess I should go pack then."
