It figured that he had some sort of divine patience. Though she suspected that was more of a Loki thing than any product of Asgard and being a god. Still, he'd spent more than two months building up this prank and managed to keep her from noticing. It was a ridiculous amount of patience and she would never have that sort of dedication. Her hands, tracing the contours of his chest as he pretended to sleep, had finally stopped shaking. It had been a mean prank, with embarrassing results on her end, but she couldn't really feel mad about it at the moment. He had made it up to her. She shivered again at that memory.

And she had soaked the extra toothbrush that was now his in the worst hot sauce she could find just before he came over.

"Rest."

Even laying on her purple-pink sheets and silly neon heart pillows and naked and not opening his eyes he gave orders like a prince. She didn't dislike that. She didn't obey orders, but he gave them rather impressively anyways.

Didn't obey until he turned and dumped her onto her side. And pinned her with one arm tossed across her shoulders. All without opening his eyes.

"Rest or I will resort to other measures, Darcy." Which could mean magic or something more entertaining. She'd have tested that, but his hand was warm against her head and the overdose of caffeine was finally and suddenly gone from her system and she'd been a rushing crazy woman all day and that certainly meant magic and she was too comfortable to care at the moment. He brushed his lips against her forehead and she was asleep.

She opened her eyes to a toothbrush dangling in front of her face.

"Hi."

"Darcy."

She smiled. "Got you."

"That." He leaned down and, yeah, he tasted like tooth paste and Mexican food. "Was juvenile and anti climactic."

"Got you, though." She looped her arms over his head. And was a little upset that he was already wearing pants. His hair was damp and slicked back, though, which wasn't bad.

"And I once believed you had such a sense of planning and style. Get dressed. I'll treat you to a coffee before work." And he laughed at the scowl that crossed her face at the memory of what he'd done to earn the hot sauce. "Normal coffee. On my honor."

"Yeah, uh-huh. And I trust that?"

"As clever as you are? I certainly hope you know better." Mint and spice wasn't a terrible flavor combination. Not really. "Now get up."

She took the hand he offered, let him pull her up and all but danced into the shower.

Especially considering the rush and crash yesterday, she felt good this morning.

Whatever spell he'd cast last night had a decent enough side effect. She still wasn't exactly sure how she felt about spells cast on her, but she guessed feel better spells were alright. And kind of sweet, really.

And she did feel better than she could ever have expected.

She heard him in the kitchen when she turned the water off. Oooh. Breakfast. Yay.

Should she really be feeling spoiled after the espresso incident of yesterday? When she'd just declared it to be his move?

Her apartment smelled like cheese toast and eggs.

She felt justified feeling just a little spoiled.

God-prince cooking and all that.

Which she was pretty sure he didn't do at the Avenger's tower. At least not for anyone but himself.

She pulled on clothes and tried her best not to rush through her routine. Make-up, locate shoes, fix hair.

There was an explosion of white from the end of her hairdryer that had her screaming and left her covered in sticky pale powder. Loki's voice carried cheerfully through the apartment.

"You may wish to rush the second shower. We wouldn't want the eggs to go cold."