She had a bad day at school. She kept getting her hair stuck in the screws in the back of her chair, then there was the foul-mouthed boy in her class that decided to sit next to her at lunch and talk about the most disgusting things, then they had to play Dutch Dodge-ball (at least that's what they called it.. when someone is out, they stand behind the opposing team and can knock them out by hitting them with balls that cross a line on the floor).. Dear God, she HATED that game! Then to top everything off, she slipped, busted her butt and twisted her ankle on the way out to wait for her nanny to pick her up!
She was beyond frustrated by the time she got her homework done and decided to quickly stuff down a sandwich for dinner and go to bed early.. End her misery for the day.. She threw the itchy blanket over her head and cuddled the stuffed horse as she tried to ignore the TV. The toy smelled like Loki, she noticed as she burried her face in it, leting the scent quickly take her to dream land.
"LOKIIIIIIIIII~!" She tackled him in a hug before he picked her up and swung her around playfuly, dropping her onto the bed, making her laugh. They were in his bedroom. She'd never seen a room or bed so big before. "So? How was your day?" Her smile dropped quickly, "I don't want to talk about it.. Very bad - annoying bad, not BAD bad.." She huffed in annoyance at the memory as he dropped down becide her, laying with his arms tucked behind his head.
"Your mother is doing alright, then? No worse than before, I mean." "Haven't heard anything about her so I'm guessing she's doing the same." She sighed, she didn't want to think about that either. She gave in after a moment of him staring at her and vented to him about her day. He seemed a bit sympathetic when she explained dodgeball to him and he noted the unfair advantage in that particular version they had to play. He told her stories of when he was growing up, they had a similar game to the original dodgeball and he played it the same way she did: hid behind the other players until they got pissed off enough to throw him in front of the ball.
He was quite upset about what the boy insisted on talking about durring lunch and told her to punch the little bastard in the nose next time. "I can't do that! I'll get in trouble!... besides.. I can't hit very hard anyway.. It probably wouldn't even hurt him.." He jumped up at that and pulled her with him, "Let me show you something." The rest of the night he taught her a few tricks should she ever get in a fight. Tricks that were perfect for smaller people like themselves.. She didn't see him as small, but he insisted he was in comparison to the other Asgardians.
It became rutine, after drifting off to sleep they'd talk about their day then he'd teach her something and he'd help her practice until she had to wake for school. He gave her gifts frquently that she'd wake with in her arms, then have to explain to her family how she got it, freaking her parents out the first time they saw it for themselves. She never tired of drawing him no matter how horrid she believed the pictures turned out.
She was happy. She finally had a real friend outside her family.
They met and spent time together every night for fourteen years. Her Momma had a kidney transplant only a couple of years after she'd fallen ill and was now in perfect health. They'd moved away from Houston to a small town in the middle of nowhere four years ago. Everything was great until one night she had no dream.
She was confused, but figured that maybe something came up and he didn't sleep that night. Then it happend again the next night.. and the next.. She gave up possibly seeing him again after a month, her mind coming to the conclusion that he must have died or been killed. She mourned for him. She'd never done that before. Not even when her favorite pets died, but she did for him.