Two months was not perfect.
Loki wouldn't have been happy with a year; this isn't going to go well….
He was currently making his way back to his room; hoping Thor wasn't there. He needed more time to prepare and Thor's presence would only make him more nervous than he already was.
I know the chapters are short. Imma try to write longer ones! There's my New Years resolution! (:
The moment when they kissed passed through his mind again, and he felt the sensation of his whole body lighting up to it.
He felt disgusted with himself, but he couldn't deny that the kiss actually felt good.
Shaking his head he hurried to his room and shut the door.
Thankfully Thor wasn't there; he checked the washroom and listened outside the door. "Good, he's not here."
Loki sat on his bed Indian style and began his thought process.
So the whole of Asgard was to know of his true race in two months' time, which as he decided earlier; was simply not enough time. He knew he would be shunned, at least by some people. He wasn't sure if he could handle that, he hadn't fit in with Thor's group which included; Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. They were by no means mean to him; well Volstagg was an obnoxious idiot. Loki didn't along to well with idiots. But they were nice to him; Thor had always made sure of that. It seemed Thor had always made sure of everything.
Suddenly remembering the kiss he felt his face heat up.
"Loki are you in here? Loki?"