That night after giving feeding and giving clothing to the mischiefious god you sat quietly in the kitchen at your island. Everything felt normal again as soon as you put him to sleep in your room. Like nothing had ever happened. It felt surprisingly nice to be alone in the dark now. You wished it to never end...
"I wonder if I was dreaming?" You stretched, letting out a huge yawn before crossing your arms on the island and resting your head apon them.
You watched the shadows dance around you in the dark and the noises of the night creep around your home.
You smiled. "I guess I'll find out soon enough."
You sighed and slowly got up from your relaxing position. Slowly you began walking down to your room, the shadows still dancing behind you, as your fingers glide along the smooth walls.
Finally you stop in front of your bedroom door and find it cracked open a sliver. When you peek inside you smile softly. For the god was curled up into a semi-ball, his hair spread out behind him, his hands in almost fists next to his face, and his small breaths echoed in the dark so sweetly.
"Nope," you grin, "not a dream."
Slowly you inch your way in and shiver at the sudden temptur drop. You couldn't imagine how he slept shirtless in this freezing whether. Before you knew it you were at his side looking up over the side of the bed at his face.
"Hard to believe your evil..." You whisper and reach up to fix his blankets.
It was beginning to become horriblely cold as you watched the man sleep soundly. You begin walking away to the door, but what was this? Suddenly you sneezed and cover you mouth in hopes not waking him. But it was to late...
"Why are you in here, (name)?" He blinked lazily and sleepily at you.
Your breathe quickly got caught in your throat and you panicked. "It was freezing and I came to see if you were to cold? So I fixed your blankets and was about to leave when," you paused and let out another sneeze.
Loki smiled. "If you're cold I've red of ways in a book to keep warm. It's called body-..."
"No!" You squeaked out.
Loki grinned even wider before patting the spot next to him no the bed.
"I assure you I won't try anything on a Midgaurdian such as yourself. I'm only doing this for my best interest. I need a slave to support me during the in-slavery of the human race after all."
You frowned a bit as he rolled over.
"But, if you want to catch a illness go ahead, be my guest."
You didn't even think about what he had said because it was way to cold and within an instant you were under the covers right behind him, your arm wrapped around him and body pressed to his back while you intertwined your legs into his.
"Better?" Loki asked in a unusual extremely calm voice.
You nodded with you face buried into his bare back. He was warm, which you found a bit surprising.
You woke up many times durring the night in fear of Loki's wrath but to your surprise you never died, no scratches, no bruises, no nothing! Maybe he wasn't so bad after all you thought.
And so you slowly drifted back into the arms of darkness. But before you did you could've sworn he said, "Goodnight."
The next morning you woke up alone. It was utterly freezing and your nightmare/dream had ended.
Your head hurt like hell though. Slowly you dragged yourself out of bed and looked in the mirror.
"God, I look like hell today." You groaned in frustration and cupped our cheeks dramatically.
Not to mention your memories from last night had faded together into a big blur. But one word stuck in your brain, 'Loki', you cursed.
Maybe a hot shower would help, you thought and began to strip down.
It was obvious you needed one after last night. But what exactly happened you asked yourself as you grabbed a towel and scampered over to the bathroom door.
You frowned.
"What happened?" You asked as you opened your bathroom door. But Imidietly you ran into something.
When you looked up all your memories from the previous night flooded back to you. Because right then and there stood, Loki...
END OF CHAPTER 3