As I cooked, I found I had an audience. Loki was watching my every move.
What did he expect to discover? I opened my mouth to speak to him, but he just shook his head.
I sighed and adjusted my apron. This made his eyes light up.
I wondered if he had ever looked at anyone like this. With rapt attention, perhaps even…admiration, or adoration?
As I worked, I wondered how we would continue. Would he make some sort of move? Or would I?
This was frustrating, to say the least. He was stronger, more beautiful than I could ever be. I wasn't worthy of him.
But then again, he was an ass. He was hardly worthy of me either.
At some point, clumsily, our hearts would meet. Tho I had no idea how or when.
I had finally decided. It was an impasse.