Len fell into hysterics as she saw Loki covered with flour. He stood there with an incredulous look upon his face. His raven black hair that was so characteristic of him was now white giving him an eternal look. Loki had not recovered his magic yet but he could do small tricks such as moving objects small distances.

He moved the bag full of flour on top of Len's head and quickly turned it upside down making Len being covered with flour too.

She coughed a few times because some of the flour had gotten into her mouth. Even though both wanted to start a food fight neither did. Their fight was still too fresh in their minds and neither of them wanted to over step any boundary that would make another fight start.

"How did you do that? I'm sure that the bag was on the table!"

"Well what did you expect? You are talking to the God of Mischief here"

Loki's eyes widened when he realized what he had just said. Len was looking him strangely. For a moment he thought that she wasn't looking at him in surprise or puzzled by his strange claim but as if she was trying to place him but it was too quick for him to be sure.

He hastened to explain his affirmation. "Well, it was a nickname. I was always making havoc. Playing tricks and pranking everyone"

"Strange nickname" she said mysteriously

They shook off as much flour as they could and swiftly started making the muffins. Loki realized then that he hadn't answered her question but she hadn't pushed him for answers. For him if something like that happened to him he would have questioned the person until he had a truthful answer.

They worked without talking with each other. The only time the silence was broken was to ask for some ingredient. Loki gave her the ingredients and she mixed them together. Loki watched Len with utmost curiosity. Since he was a prince in Asgard he had not visited the kitchens, there had been no such need.

Len saw with the corner of her eye that Loki was looking at her fascinated.

"Do you want to try?" asked Len.

Loki came closer silently. He looked cautiously at the dough as if it could be poisonous.

Len rolled up his sleeves. "Now you are ready?"

She took his fore arms and pushed his hands into the mixture. He moved them doing the same as she had done while he was observing. He took out his hands of the bowl. His hands were covered with the mixture. He wrinkled his nose looking at the mess his hands were then.

Len laughed softly at his expression. She took his hands into hers and cleaned them the best she could throwing the bits of mixture into the bowl again. Loki cleaned his hands while he looked at her and resumed his previous place.

She put the mixture into the mold and put it in the oven. Together they sat in front the oven. They were lost in their thoughts.

"Go and take a shower, I'll take care of the muffins"

Loki snapped out of his trance when he heard her voice.

"There is no need, I can wait"

"It is foolish that two persons waste their time watching the muffins grow"

A thought run through Loki's head and he could not shake it off. He had lived in her house for more than a month; he had been feed by her, she had bought him clothes, they had argued, they had laughed, they had fought, they had gone out together and much more but he didn't know what kind of relationship they shared.

They were friends, companions, aquitances, lovers even though they haven't confessed nay feelings or kissed.

"What are we?" blurted out Loki

"What do you mean? Humans?"

"No, I didn't meant it like that, I mean are we friends, companions, what are we?"

"We are friends aren't we?"

A Friend is that person who will always stand beside you. The person who will pick you up when you fall, who will make you laugh when you are sad and who will confront you when you are wrong.

Friendship was almost a foreign concept to Loki. Loki didn't have friends in who he could trust. Although Thor claimed that Sif and the warriors three were his friends as much as they were his. It was never true, not even before Loki played that trick on Sif the trick that changed her hair of color. He had tried to make friends, oh yes he had tried, but they were false friends who only befriended him because he was a prince or everything went well, making Loki belive that they were truly his friends but at the moment the All Mighty Thor appeared they forgot about Loki and he was alone once again. Thor always received the attention of everyone. He just stood in his shadow trying to be noticed. He tried everything, behaving perfectly, mastering fighting,… but nothing ever had any result. Thor was stronger and was the perfect Asgardian while Loki was lean, thin and had a raven black hair that was very uncommon between the Asgardians. Some could say he was the total opposite of how an Asgardian should be.

He learned magic to do something that Thor could never outshine him but in the Asgardian society sorcery was frowned upon, the only person who at that time gave him her support was her mother.

Nobody ever frowned at Thor, he was the golden boy, the crowd prince. Despite his behavior that left much to desire.

Loki feared that the moment Thor appeared she would forget about him like all his supposed friends had done. Thor could appear at any time. He didn't know if he was looking for him but he hoped he wasn't.

"Yes, friends. Well are you going to take the shower?"

Loki rose up and went to the shower robotically.

Friends, that word caused inside of him an emotional turmoil.

He wanted to believe that this time would be different, that she would not ignore him the instant she met Thor, even if he could avoid it she would never meet Thor.

He was so happy, he had a friend. He had longed so long for a friend. Someone he could trust. All the court looked at him with distrust; he didn't have friends of his own. The closest person he had to a friend was his brother and he could not trust fully into him. One day he had divulged him a secret. Before midday half of the castle inhabitants knew but the final touch was that Thor blurted out his secret during the dinner in front of everyone.

Loki had loved his brother and his brother him but Thor was arrogant and self-centered. He thought to be the center of the universe and nobody had contradicted him.

Thanks to that experience Loki learned that Thor was not a person who he could tell everything from his simple thoughts to his deepest fears and feelings.

But a little part of himself reminded him that all his previous friends had left him. Loki argued with himself that there was a very slim possibility that she would meet Thor

But the insistent small part remained him that it was too good to be true and all the good things come to an end, especially in his case.

He concluded he would enjoy it while it lasted.

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