I think I killed my sweet tooth with this one... I guess I felt like I had to make it uber sweet to make up for the date...

Day 6: So Sweet (Casey James)

Maybe she finally went crazy.

They all said it was going to happen. Too much one-on-one time with her patients.

Maybe she was dreaming.

It couldn't be possible, the scene before her. Loki just wasn't that sweet.

Maybe this whole thing was a dream.

She was just going to wake up in that Alexander McQueen dress she donned on for that Gala so long ago.

Candles and paper lanterns lit the rooftop. There was a cast iron veranda table set like Harley had always wanted to get. It was set for two. But still it wasn't as eye pleasing as the man dressed in the three piece suit holding a single white gardenia. Her favorite.

"Someone told me these were your favorite." He holds the flower out to her and she takes it bringing it to her nose briefly.

"Do you know why?"

He shook his head softly. "That I wasn't told."

"Because they symbolize purity and sweetness, they covey joy, and tell the receiver "you are lovely". And do you know what they indicate?"

Again he shakes his head softly as he helps her to her seat. "What's that?" his whispers in her ear.

She giggles. "Secret love."

A smirk graces his lips but he doesn't let her see.

"So what's on the menu?" Harley asks.

Loki smiles at her as he takes his seat. "Your favorite."

"Really?" she questions going to lift the cover off her plate.

"No. I can't cook."

Harley snorts tries to hide her smile at the sight of Chinese take-out on her plate, at least it was sesame chicken. "You have wonderful presentation."

"You're a horrible liar," he tells her.

She shrugs like its nothing. "Only because you're the "god of lies." No one can lie to you."

"That's not true either." Loki shakes his head. "But that's neither here nor there. Today is about you."

Harley blushes. "Why?"

"Do you not recognize the date?"

"It's Wednesday, the eleventh," she says slowly.

"Of September," he pushes.

"Most Americans are mourning this day."

"But I'm not American. Besides I have a much more important date to celebrate."

Harley smiles broadly as she slowly came to the realization of what he's been hinting at. Most of the time she doesn't celebrate, on account of ever since twelve years ago people frown upon being too happy. "You didn't have to do anything, you know. I haven't celebrated in a while."

"I'm under the impression that it is a Midgardian tradition."

She picks up the chopsticks beside her plate and takes a bite. "Like I said, most Americans are mourning today."

"So then staying at your manor tonight wouldn't be good."

"I never said that."

It was late when they finally made it to the manor. Harley had started to fall asleep on the car ride there.

It was Loki's fault. Singing along to the radio.

They entered through the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light and passed by the cake setting on the counter. Harley led the way, it being her house, to the living room where she flipped the tall lamp beside the couch on.

"Surprize!"

Harley screamed as she took in the full room. How did she miss them?

Everyone was there. The Avengers, her co-workers from Arkham, her parents shockingly, even Ivy had made it.

She turned to Loki who'd decided to place his hand on the small of her back. "You did this?"

He just smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "Happy birthday, darling."