The thrill of the Bifrost was nothing compared to Asgard. Though it was nightime, the city glowed with thousands of lights and buzzed with the sound of people's voices; this place was far from asleep. I didn't get much chance to look around before Loki whisked me off to the largest building in the center of Asgard.
"This is amazing," I said in awe, stepping off our flying boat and onto the balcony of one of the rooms. "This could be a castle!"
"It is," Loki smiled, him too disembarking the vessel.
"Then that must make you a king," I said, with gathering excitement.
"Prince, actually," he corrected.
I turned to look out onto the cityscape. "How could you ever be lonely in such a place. I'm sure everyone adores you."
"It's easier than you know," he said. I felt his breath on my shoulder and the heat of his torso on my back. He put one hand on my arm and the other around my hip, and we stood there gazing out upon the cityscape. As Loki's lips began to make contact with my neck, I suddenly remembered Summy.
"Well," I said, pulling away. "This has been a weird day so if you could just point me towards my room."
"You can stay here," he said, gesturing towards the large room. "I will visit again in the morning. Do not leave until I have returned."
"Okay," I agreed. Loki made a move to kiss me but he only caught my brown hair as I walked towards the bed.