Loki occupied his time reading and watching the TV while she was out but seeing it was three o'clock in the morning and she still hadn't come back made Loki grow worried.

He could not go out and look for her because he would not stand a chance to find her in the huge city called New York.

He could not contact her in any way. He didn't know anything about the Midgardian devices and he had no magic still to find her.

He grew frustrated and the frustration transformed into anger. He could not do anything he had to stand there in the flat waiting for her to come back.

Doubts formed into Loki's mind, and if she had been mugged, or kidnapped or even worse killed. How would he know? Would he be inside the house without knowing nothing and waiting someone who would not come.

His mind went over and over about what happened. He wondered why she was so offended. Back at home, well it was no longer, nobody dared to give him orders and expect him to follow them. He was a prince for god's sake how dared that petty little human to boss him around.

But he was at her mercy until he regained his magic. He did not know much about Midgard, he had no money to buy sustenance or whatever he needed, he had not worked in his life and did not know the professions here so he depended on her. This left him absolutely frustrated. He had not depended on someone except sometimes his mother.

Since his childhood he had learnt to be independent. It was caused by his father favoritism with the golden kid, Thor.

By eleven o'clock of the next day, the door opened and Len stepped into the attic to find a exhausted Loki sitting on the sofa who raised his head when he heard the door opening.

Len took Loki's appearance. He had a disheveled look and dark rings had appeared under his eyes.

Loki hadn't slept at all. He gave her an angry glare.

"Darling you don't look good, do you feel well?"

"Where were you ?"

"At Mark's house why? Were you worried?"

"No of course not" Loki denied. In fact he had been very worried and even guilty thinking that if something happened to her it would be his fault because he had driven her away. "But you know you could warn when you'll be back"

"I don't know if you remember but at the time I could not stand to look at you, sweetie, and I was so angry that I could not think straight"

"You, thinking, impossible" said Loki. He wanted to tell her so many things; why she had been so angry, to scold her for rushing out without telling him where she went or at least when she would come back, and what was a mobile phone, that strange device that he saw so much in the TV. Of course he knew more or less its shape and what did it do but he didn't know how it worked and he was the most intrigued by it and if he had understood well enough what did it do, it could prove to be very useful.

But even though he wanted to say all those things to her he could not help but tease her when he saw the opportunity after all there had been a long time since he caused a little bit of mischief.

"Why you" said Len angrily "of course I think seeing I have to think for both, because it is you who doesn't think"

"Are you sure? Who was the one who wanted to reach a book from the top shelf and preferred to stand up on a wheeled chair to go and look for a ladder, and almost fell?"

Len started walking towards him slowly. "If we are remembering old times can I remind you the time you didn't know how the shower worked. You would have done the same but just because you are so tall you haven't done it."

"Well it's not my problem you are so short"

Len hit him with a pillow. For an instants Loki didn't move. Len didn't know if she had overstepped boundaries. But Loki recovered quickly and hit her too with a pillow and it triggered a pillow fight.

At the end Len had knocked him down and sat straddling him while she hit him repeatedly. Loki could have thrown her off a while ago but he found her excitement to funny to stop her

Many centuries had passed since he had been so carefree and behaved in such a childish way but now with no one to judge him, to criticize him, without a title that made him behave in a specific way he could express the part of his personality he hide from the world.

Loki grabbed her pillow and threw it away and started a tickling war. They rolled on the floor until Loki pinned her on the floor. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and tickled her with the other.

"Have mercy, please stop, I'll do anything"

"Anything?" Loki looked at her with a look full of mischief that made her regret her words. Loki could have told her to make anything even though she might not have done it but he could have always annoyed her about it. "I want muffins" he said with an innocent face.

Len laughed at his request and face. She rose up and when to the kitchen

"Well darling, if you want muffins you have to help me"

Loki looked at her grumbling

"You want muffins, then help"

He was
curious about this food called muffins and he didn't want to repeat the scene so he grudgingly accepted.

They put all the ingredients needed on the table and Len proceeded to read the measures of each.

First the eggs that didn't need to be weight. They needed four eggs. Len grabbed all four to take them from the table to the aisle where she had put a bowl to beat the eggs but along the way one egg fell from her hands and smashed into the ground before they could catch it.

She threw to the bin the egg shell and but some papers on top of the egg. She didn't want to waste any time cleaning it and decided she would clean it while the muffins were in the oven.

Then she poured the flour in a bowl and took it to the balance to weight it. With the bowl in her hands she slipped when she stepped on the fallen egg and fell on the ground. The bowl with the flour slipped from her hands and like in slow-motion fell on top of Loki's head covering him with the white dust.