Loki looked up at me. I expected his wrath, but he just fell back into the bed. "Say nothing more."
I was taken aback. His tone seemed so vulnerable.
I got to my feet. "Are you hungry?"
"I—" He began, in his usual pompous voice, then sighed. "Anything you make with suffice."
Shifting on my feet, I looked over at him one final time, then handed him some clothes. "They aren't pretty, but you can magic them into something that suits you, ne?"
Loki's smirk came back as he looked at me. I grinned back at him. "And I'll be sure to prepare something pleasing to the gentleman's palate."
I bowed dramatically, and the Trickster God laughed.
Drama.