Amber streams of light poured in the window, covering the large, golden room. Taylor's eyes fluttered open when the light hit her. She sat up with a yawn, her blue eyes adjusting to sunlight. The previous night's events suddenly hit her. She quickly pulled the sheets up to cover herself, but dropped them again when she realized she was alone. The blonde then stood up and wrapped the covers around her like a dress; a long, flowy, dress.

"…Loki…?" She was met with her own echo in her ears. Taylor slumped onto the bed, her hand reaching up to clutch the golden locket around her neck. "Typical…" She sighed. Taylor hated being alone and now was the worst possible time for that. After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom, quickly figuring out how to work the shower device inside. She stood under the warm water, letting it drench her curls. She sighed through her nose as she stepped out of the bathtub. "Loki…" She dropped to the floor, her eyes welling up with tears. How could he just leave her like that?

Meanwhile in the throne room, Loki's mind was elsewhere as he stood watching her brother prepare for his coronation next month. He was thinking of her, of Taylor. The dorky little blonde he'd been with just a few hours ago. He missed her, strange as it may sound, he really missed her.

"Loki?" Loki's head jerked up towards his brother. "Brother, you seem distracted. Are you feeling well?"

"I am fine. Was only thinking…" Thor nodded and sauntered back to the center of the room, leaving Loki to his daydreams. Only then did her notice the glint of light in the far corner of the room. He looked over and to his surprise, there was Taylor. She smiled and waved, mouthing the word 'hi' as Loki smiled at her. Thor looked over and grinned at the Midgardian.

"Good morning, Lady Stark!"

"Good morning, Thor." She replied sheepishly while making her way over to the two brothers. She and Loki shared the same look; slightly embarrassed, extremely happy. "And good morning, Loki…"

"Morning, Taylor. You slept well I imagine?" She blushed slightly.

"Y- Yes, I did."

"Good…" Thor was completely oblivious, as usual. It was quite obvious by the cerise color of Taylor's cheeks that something had happened, by Thor paid it no mind. "Well, if you'll excuse us," Loki cleared his throat, "My brother and I must be getting back to… this." His left hand gestured towards the throne.

"Yes, of course. I'll see you soon then." The brother's nodded, and Taylor went on her way.

The garden seemed to draw the blonde to it later that day. It beckoned her like nothing ever had before. She knew she shouldn't, but she slipped inside the hedges anyway. The sweet fragrance of the flowers wafted through the air, stinging her eyes. It was breathtaking in the moonlight, even more so in the daylight. Taylor found a secluded corner and sat down in it. She had brought her sketch pad and pencil today, and was ready to draw. Taylor was an amateur artist back home, and happened to have her sketch pad when she was mysteriously transported to Asgard. She bit her lower lip as lines on the paper slowly began to form an odd looking statue. It must've been an hour or so before she stopped to look around. The sky had grown considerably darker, and a cold wind had begun to blow. But she was a diligent worker, and continued to draw ovals, triangles, and all other sorts of shapes, blending them together with her thumb. Suddenly, she saw a shadow looming over her.

"That's lovely." Loki had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, causing the young artist to jump to her feet, clutching her sketchpad to her chest.

"Loki! Crap! You scared me!" Her shoulders relaxed, as she calmed down.

"I didn't mean to. Forgive me?" He flashed one of his famous smiles, causing her to blush again.

"Of course," she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, ocean orbs locking on Loki's emerald ones. "I woke up… and… you were gone…" She looked down as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to wake you." Taylor's eyes met his again as he moved closer. "I had to be in the throne room early this morning with my brother.

"Oh… you could've at least left a note or something." She tilted her head in an attempt to break the eye contact; it failed.

"I… didn't think of that." He frowned, "again, I'm sorry… what are you working on?" He asked quietly in an attempt to change the subject. Taylor handed him the sketchpad, then pointed to the statue she was drawing. "Taylor, this is magnificent!"

"Thanks… but It's nothing compared to some of my others at home." Again, she bit her lip.

"You have much talent." The blonde's pink lips curled into a smile.

"Thanks. Again."

"You're welcome. Again." Loki chuckled, watching her sit back down against the garden shrub. "You do know you aren't supposed to be in here, right?"

"Yeah, but I got bored." She shrugged, looking down at her paper again. The trickster watched her draw, his head tilting in different directions.

"May I watch you?" He inquired finally. She looked up, a grin spreading across her face.

"I would be honored."