*Quack, Quack, Quack.*

Tom's iPhone alarm went off at 7:30 AM, waking the roommates up.

*Quack, Quack, Quack*

Loki cursed under his breath, and put a pillow over his head. "Thomas, why is your alarm so monotonous and annoying?" Tom reached over to turn off the duck sound, and shrugged with a smile. "I like the duck. It makes me think of puddles and bathtubs." Loki chose not to question this.

He got up groggily, heading to the bathroom. "Why must we get up so early?" "Because, we want to make the best of the time we have in the park!" Loki grabbed the toothpaste with a grunt, and started brushing his teeth.

Tom walked over to the large floor to ceiling windows, and pulled open the curtains. He grinned as he watched the Paradise Pier rides begin to open, and felt his inner five year old scream with excitement inside of him.

He put on his blue UNICEF baseball cap and did a little dance as he got the things ready for the park. Loki noticed his goofy movements in the mirror. He poked his head out of the bathroom, a disturbed look on his face. "What in Valhalla are you doing, you cheerful madman?"

Tom turned, and smiled. "I'm dancing! I dance when I get excited. Really, you should know that by now." Loki frowned at his happiness, but being unfortunately used to his happy demeanour, turned back to his freshening up. He poured a huge handful of gel into his palm, and smoothed his hair back.

"Let's go down for breakfast!" said Tom. "I don't require sustenance at the moment." "Well, I do. Perhaps they have pudding!" Loki immediately looked up. "I will most certainly be right out." He slipped on a dark green T-shirt and some black shorts.

The two went down to the continental breakfast, which was filled with different Disney themes.

"THOMAS!" Loki screeched from the waffle station, scaring a few little kids away. Tom scratched his head, and walked over. "Thomas look, they have Mickey Mouse waffles!" Tom looked down at the waffles with mouse ears. "I see."

Tom went over to the muffin section, and got two chocolate chip muffins. He also got a bagel with excessive amounts of strawberry cream cheese, and some orange juice. Loki came over to the table, plate piled high with six waffles, syrup spilling over.

Tom laughed when he saw this, and Loki scowled. "Do not mock me. I am particularly fond of this Midgardian delicacy." Loki looked down at his milk, and took out two sugar packets that he poured in. Tom had a hard time remembering that gods couldn't get a high from sugar. He looked down at his own sweets filled breakfast, and wearily wondered if he would.

They ate their breakfast, and made their way to the park. "Oh this is going to be bunchels of fun!" Tom said happily as they went through the front gates. He draped an arm around Loki's shoulder, who immediately threw it off.

"How much sugar did you have this morning, Thomas?" Tom beamed. "Enough to desperately want a picture with Mickey Mouse."

The two walked in, and Loki's eyes widened as he looked around at everything. "This is… magical," he whispered, in awe of all his favourite characters coming to life.

"It's really something, isn't it?" Tom smiled. A few teenage girls quickly approached them, squealing in excitement. One was wearing a 'I love Tom Hiddleston, get over it' shirt. "Hello, darlings!" Tom greeted happily. They practically melted at his words, and asked for autographs and pictures. "Of course, of course!" Tom said politely, and Loki backed away from the hyper girls.

After the pictures were taken, one eyed Loki suspiciously. "You look, like, really familiar. Do I know you?" Loki blinked languidly. "Dear Odin, I hope not." She frowned, and went back with her friends to gushing over Tom and thanking him. "Why do Midgardians worship actors so, Thomas? Particularly you." Loki asked when the girls were out of earshot.

Tom shrugged. "I… I don't know, I just caught the right break, I guess." Judging by the way the girls drooled over him, though, Loki doubted that was the dominant reason.

Tom led the god to the park map. "Alright, Loki. Where do you want to go first?" Loki carefully surveyed the map. "What is this, 'New Orleans Square?'" Tom grinned. "That has all the spooky attractions, like the Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean." Loki narrowed his eyes. "I am willing to partake in these attractions."

When they got there, they waited in line as Loki poked and prodded at the plastic parrot by the ropes. "This establishment is, as you humans call it, a fraud. This bird isn't even moving! I'm willing to assume the pirates aren't even real as well." Tom scratched the back of his neck. "We already talked about that. This 'establishment' probably wouldn't be an establishment for long if they used real pirates, Loki." Loki scoffed, and gave one last poke at the parrot. It squawked and blinked mechanically, and Loki jumped a mile and huddled behind Tom fearfully as the line moved.

They got on the ride, and began floating down the little river. "Thomas," Loki whispered, and Tom leaned in. "Why is there an old man playing a strange string instrument in here? Does he fail to realize this is a public attraction?" He obviously hadn't quite grasped the concept on animatronics.

"Don't worry Loki, the man with the banjo isn't real." "Not real? Thomas, I find it insulting that you would take me for a fool, I see him in front of my own two eyes!" "Look, there's something called an animatronic, that runs on batteries, and isn't living but looks it…. Does… does that make any sense at all?" he asked the god weakly. Loki just stared blankly.

Suddenly, a voice with a pirate-like drawl sounded above them where a skull with a pirate hat hung.

"Avast- it be too late to alter course now, maties… there be squalls ahead… Sit closer together, and remember- dead men tell no tales!"

Loki looked all around him, trying to figure out where these sounds were coming from.

"Thomas, who-AHHHHHHHH!" The god yelled as the small boat dropped down the narrow drop, water splashing around them as they descended into a dark cave.

He whimpered slightly and clung to Tom's arm, and Tom gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me!"

A song came on, and Tom hummed merrily along. Soon enough, Loki joined in.

Near the end of the ride, when Davy Jones' voice was warning them about the next time they come, Loki was thoroughly and undeniably excited.

"That was breathtaking," Loki managed out as they emerged back into sunlight.

"I know! Oh, here's something I know you'll love. Follow me." Loki looked over at his flatmate with narrowed eyes, but trusted him enough to believe him.

"Here it is," Tom said after a short trek, looking like an awe-struck child, "The Haunted Mansion."

Loki's eyes widened. "Is this building really haunted?" Tom broke gaze, and laughed mischievously. "Quite possibly…" he made a spooky 'oooo' noise as the two walked in, and Loki swatted him. "Desist at once, Thomas." Tom brought his arms up and pretended to be a ghost. "The spirits are coming for you, Loki!" he wailed, and Loki glared. "If you don't cease your juvenile display of provocation, I will not hesitate to seal your mouth shut with magic."

Tom pouted. "Spoilsport." Loki smirked devilishly. "Oh, who said I couldn't be fun?" Tom suddenly realized what Loki was thinking, and chased him down the dark entryway.

"Loki? Loki, I don't think that's a very good- Loki!"

They made it into the elevator, and the creepy voice surrounded them as the doors closed.

"Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion! I am your host, your… 'ghost host'. Kindly step all the way in please and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now."

Loki gulped, and Tom grinned at the memories it brought back of his boyhood fright.

When they boarded the doom buggies, Tom didn't notice Loki summoning a little something in his hands. As they got to the part with the dancing ghosts, the actor couldn't help but wonder if the ghosts were supposed to dance that close to the buggies, and if they were supposed to look quite that evil…

The fun little song played as they went along.

When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake,

Spooks come out for a swinging wake!

Happy haunts materialize, and begin to vocalize.

Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize!

As they were watching the mirror, the ghost appeared in between them, and Tom was expecting Loki to scream his head off. But the god just smiled and licked his lips.

At the end, Tom scratched his head, looking over to Loki. "To be honest, mate, I expected you to be a great deal more frightened than that, I must say."

Loki grinned. "I would have been- if not for my superior knowledge." "Wha- superior knowledge? Loki, I know those ghosts aren't real too, I'm a grown man!" Loki raised an eyebrow. "Oh, on the contrary, Thomas… those ghosts were as real as the both of us… I made sure of that."

Tom stopped in his tracks, feeling a little light-headed at the fact that a real-live ghost had just been sitting right beside him. But really, what else could he expect from the god of mischief?

"Where to next, Thomas?!" Loki called back innocently at the shocked Tom, and he caught up quickly. "U-Uh… how about Adventureland?"

Loki smiled. "Sounds acceptably entertaining."