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Chapter 4: A Not Far Distance Camping Trip With Mischief
Night laid in her bed quietly, and had been doing so ever since she had woken up several hours after Mischief had left. He had been so kind in taking care of her, she couldn't even remember if she had thanked him. Then Night came to realization of something. He knew where she lived. He was coming back tonight to see her again.
Night went into immediate worry. What if Var saw him? What if Sunna saw him? What if anyone saw him coming into the house? By the gods, he could be hurt! Night thought these thoughts over and over again through her head, only to be thought again the next second in constant worry. What time was it even? How was he going to enter the house without getting caught? What did he actually plan on doing while here?
She began to shake, but then winced in pain. It hurt to be nervous, especially after Night had almost forgotten of her injuries. But she had to play it off. Maybe, just maybe, if she acted okay, they could both leave for the gardens, never having to bring Mischief to her house again.
Night's worry soon passed away from her main thoughts, though at the back of her mind it still constantly nagged her of how Mischief could get into a lot of trouble if they were caught together. Heck, he could get hurt if he was even in her house! But Night tried to ignore these thoughts, as she summoned over an adventure book over to her from the one of the bookshelves, and began to read.
After an hour or so of reading, Night was dead set in the middle of her book. Night had no idea what time it was, and then looked up at her timer. Without a window, it was impossible to tell if it was night or not. But thankfully, she created an invention of which told her how much longer until the next horn, signifying the hours of day. She looked towards it, of which was sitting on her side table, and found it to be less than an hour before nightfall. Which also meant it'd be less than an hour before Mischief would come to see her.
Night tried to shake the worries away again, but she couldn't. She tried with all of her might to get her mind back into the topic of the book, but it continued to revert back to Mischief's well being if he were to be caught. Night growled, and slammed the book on the floor. Why was it so hard to get her mind off of Mischief? Sure, he was her only friend. And he may very well be the only one who cared for her truly. He also may be the reason she hasn't killed herself because of her mother. But should it not be easy to get her mind off of him?
She groaned, slamming her head deeper against the pillow. She wince though, for the slamming had caused her pain from her burns. Why did she have to get so badly injured? Thank the gods that Var had not seen her like this, otherwise Var would just beat her even more, ordering her to tell what happened. And what was worst of all, Var could usually tell when Night was lying. Not always, but most times. If Night were to answer a lie if such a thing were to happen, she would only be beaten more so than before.
Soon, as time went by, seconds turned to minutes, and minutes multiplied each other. Finally, the last horn blew, signifying that the sky was now fully dark. Night sighed, and the thoughts of worry blew up into the front of her mind once more, scaring her almost to death of all the horrible conclusions that could possibly come to Mischief if he were caught.
Suddenly, in a swift second and breeze of air, all the candles in Night's room blew out, making Night want to squeal, though nothing came out. There were no windows, and the door had been firmly shut. Where exactly did the breeze come from?
"I apologize about that," a voice said from the darkness, as the candles were suddenly relight, and revealed Mischief, standing right by Night's bed. He knelt down beside her, caressing one of her hands. "How do you fare?"
Night's breathing slowed down considerably from when it had sped up due to fear. "I fare well, thank you," she said, smiling a bit, "How was your day?"
Mischief sighed, and rubbed one of his eyes his his free hand, frowning. "Sunny and tiring. Minus the fact of guilt I felt after knowing you had been badly injured by myself last night. I could not help but be overwhelmed with supreme guilt for the accident."
Night's smile drooped a bit. "It wasn't your fault. We both got too caught up in the moment, and if anything, we both share the blame," she said, wishing to end the subject there, "How exactly did you get in here?"
Mischief smiled a bit. "Well, now that I know where your home is, and exactly where your quarters are, I simply transported myself here. Much faster and much less tiring, don't you think?"
Night smirked. "That is cheating, Mischief."
"And cheating is one of the things I am best at," Mischief answered with a smirk, almost too proud of the fact.
Night sighed in defeat. "What is it you are planning on doing here? My bedroom is not exactly filled with excitement. Even I hate being in here, and it is mine!"
Mischief chuckled a bit. "Well, I did have a few plans in mind..." he said in a way that definitely made Night suspicious.
"What exactly are those plans, might I ask?" Night questioned, raising an eyebrow. Knowing him, his plans may very well include blowing the rooftop open for the whole realm to see.
Mischief smirked. "Close your eyes," he said. Night hesitated to listen at first, but then shut them slowly, filled with suspicion. Then, Night heard a few, small noises, and then there was complete silence.
"You may open them now," the voice said, and Night opened her once closed eyes. The sight before her made her gasp.
The floor of her room had completely disappeared, being replaced with mounds of green grass. The candles had been moved to the outskirts of the room, and now in the center was a large tent made of white cloth. Mischief stood beside Night's bed, chuckling at her face of wonder.
"Shall we?" Mischief asked, and Night nodded with her face still in wonderful shock, and attempting to get up.
"Oh no you don't," Mischief said, a frown on his face, as he reached down and picked her up as a groom would do for a bride, much like he did the other night, and lifted her off of the bed. He then walked her over to the tent, and went inside.
The inside definitely looked a lot larger than the outside. The tent was quite spacious, so much that Mischief, being as tall as he was, could easily stand up in it with room to spare. In the center was a small lantern, being lit with the same dark light as the fireplace in their secret hiding place. Around the lantern, were stacks of comfortable looking pillows, of which colours were of dark purples, blacks, greens, and golds. Both of their favourites of colours all under one tent.
Mischief walked in, and set Night down on the pillows comfortably, only with the minimum of pain coming from her burns. "This is amazing, Mischief," Night said in awe, as Mischief sat himself down beside her.
"I simply wished to bring the outside in," he said with a smile upon his face, "Especially after seeing your disappointment when I told you we would not be able to go to the garden tonight."
Night smiled, but then thought a moment. "What of my family? What if they were to hear us speaking?"
Mischief shook his head. "I have charmed the room to make sure no sound can be heard from the outside. You could scream and no one would hear you."
Night's grin only grew wider, and she reached over to hug Mischief tightly, ignoring the minor pains it gave her. "You are the greatest friend I have ever had."
Mischief smirked, and accepted the hug by wrapping his arms around her, trying to mind her wounds. "I am the only friend you've ever had."
"And yet I've still managed to get the greatest of the ones available," Night said, smiling widely before pulling away.
"Yet there is still one thing that rather saddens me," Mischief said, pulling away from the hug with a sigh. Night raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" she asked, curious of what he might be upset about.
Mischief sighed again. "I simply just cannot believe that I cannot beckon my greatest friend by her real name."
Night smirked. "What if Night is my real name?"
"Believe me, it is not," Mischief said, "I looked in the most recent census of Asgard. There is no one inhabiting it of the name 'Night'."
"I bet that there is no one named Mischief in that census either."
Mischief shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. "Ah well, I will find out one way or another. You cannot hide your name from me forever, pet," he said, bringing a finger to her chin as she growled at the nickname.
"Just when I thought you may consider to stop calling me such things," Night said with a complete frown on her face, her original smirk completely erased. "And you cannot hide your name from me forever either, dearest."
Mischief smirked. "As if I'd ever stop continuing to tease you, darling. And besides, soon you shall grow to enjoy it more, and will not be able to protect yourself from succumbing to me any longer. That is when I shall learn your name. It will be no victory if I do not learn it from your own mouth."
Night growled again. "Have good luck with that."
"Oh believe me, I will be in no need of that luck," Mischief said, smirk only widening at her comment, "Even now you cannot even dare to resist me."
Night scoffed, and pushed Mischief playfully. "Oh, stop being such a shit biscuit."
Mischief waved his finger at her teasingly. "Be careful with that language, darling. You could hurt someone's feelings."
Night laughed at him, and they talked carelessly for the rest of the night. It was simply amazing, sitting with Mischief in her room, talking about absolutely nothing, with no worry of who might hear or see them. They had been at stuff like this for five years now; meeting secretly in private places. But she had never experienced a moment such as this in all of that time, for in her she felt so cared for and free, now knowing that he would come for her no matter what state of being she was in.
Mischief had it the other way around. It was not she who could not resist him, but he who could not resist her. Tonight had proved it quite well.
HEYA! SHORTEST CHAPTER I'VE DONE YET, OF WHICH I APOLOGIZE FOR! I JUST CANNOT WAIT TO START WRITING CHAPTER FIVE, WHICH WILL HAVE ANOTHER TIME SKIP AND LOTS OF INTERESTING STUFF! EEEEE!
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