It was one of those nights where you could hear the rain pounding on the windows outside, smell the musty scent, feel the humidity. One of those nights where you felt a childish happiness in your heart for no particular reason.

The sky was grey, massive thunderclouds blocking out the moon, making the night pitch black. Every so often, lightning would crack across the sky, reaching a long, bright arm down to touch something tall. Sorrow loved rain. She loved the smell, the sound, the feel of it dense in the air. And so, when Loki dragged his feet through the door, sopping went after returning from a mission with Thor, she couldn't help but throw her arms around his drenched neck, kissing him joyfully.

Loki was shocked at her cheerful mood, because even though she wasn't negative all the time, she was very distant and calm. To feel her arms around him, her lips on his, made him laugh. "Why the warm welcome?"

"It's cold out. Why not a warm welcome?" Sorrow asked, kissing him again.

Loki dropped his sopping wet bag on the floor, twisting his hands through her soft hair. "Your dress is getting wet."

Sorrow rolled her beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to sparkle with happiness, before she let go. She sighed, looking at the water that was dripping onto the floor. "You'd better change into dry clothes." She laughed as Loki pulled her into his arms, soaking her even further.

"Or what?" He questioned. "Will you punish me?"

Sorrow tried to pull away from him as he planted wet kisses on the back of her neck. "Loki! My dress!"

Loki chuckled, releasing her. Sorrow placed one more kiss on his lips before announcing that now she had to change as well. Loki smirked triumphantly and went into the bathroom where his sleeping clothes were laid out for him, dry and soft after a long hot bath.

When he came out, Sorrow was sitting on their bed, reading a book. Her deep blue eyes skimmed the page, fully into the story. She was beautiful. Radiant. Serene. Loki sat on the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. He breathed in her scent, which he realized was the scent of autumn. Rain, crisp apples.

After days of fighting and negotiating, travelling and hunting, he was glad to be home, feel his Queen's body in his arms. Sorrow melted into him, burying her face in his chest, the book forgotten. Loki remembered when he would have thought this preposterous. Him and his pride, alone in his room for years.

He chuckled, remembering how sour he had been.

Sorrow met his gaze, an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Just thinking about how I was before I met you. How could you stand such a sour prince as I?"

Sorrow groaned. "Most of the time, I thought you'd kill me before I died of labor."

Loki pressed his forehead to hers. "And do you still believe that?"

Sorrow touched the side of his face. "No. Of course not."

Loki felt his smile edge away. "I was so terrible to you. The first time we met, I sent snakes to bite off your legs."

Sorrow laughed quietly. "When you put it that way, it sounds a lot worse than it was."

"What were you thinking? It was so hard to tell. I believe that is why I requested you as my maid in the first place."

Sorrow sighed. "I thought… well, I knew you enjoyed my pain. I was afraid you would punish me if I messed up. Do you remember when you healed me after Eirrah and Sadine cut and bruised my face?"

Loki nodded.

"I believe that is when I started to see you in a different light."

Loki hummed in response. "I still cannot fathom how lucky I am to have you."

Sorrow blushed, rose touching her cheeks. "I cannot comprehend how fortunate I am to have you, Loki."

A sudden and terrible thought hit Loki's head, making him wince at just the essence of the thought. "What if I had never met you? I would still be a selfish idiot, plotting futile attempts at revenge." Loki laughed bitterly. "I was so blind."

"Don't forget idle." Sorrow muttered.

Loki laughed, pulling her close once more. "Lucky for you, I am still toned and sexy as-"

Sorrow gasped in fake shock. "Loki!"

Loki chuckled. "Admit it. My sass isn't the only thing you admire."

Sorrow felt her face burning. "I've seen plenty of men shirtless. It isn't as though I am not used to strong men with nice bodies."

Loki stiffened, whispering in her ear. "But all the men here are burly and golden and stupid. I am not. So why, if there are so many other men who have fines bodies, do you fancy mine?" Sorrow stuttered before Loki spoke again. "I shall speak first, since we are being brutally honest." Loki grinned, feeling Sorrow squirm in discomfort. "Your eyes captivate me. When I run my hands along your luscious curves, when I taste the sweetness of your lips, when I revel in the scent of your skin, I think of nothing but pure perfection. With one simple kiss years ago, you ruined all others for me, for I tasted perfection. And so I ask, what is it that you find in me?"

Sorrow's tongue almost refused to work, hearing Loki confess his attraction towards her. She decided to push through it, knowing that Loki was playing with her, but also listening for her thoughts of him. "To be… brutally honest… as you put it… I don't know what it is, maybe I do, but you make me…" She searched for the right words. "Excited. You make me feel things. Happiness, embarrassment, joy. And yes, you do have a nice body, dear husband of mine. I'm not a silvertongue like you… and you might think this strange or maybe put a dent on your ego… but I think you beautiful." Loki raised an eyebrow at this. "So many other men in this realm are burly and tough and thick, handsome. But you are elegant

and lean and toned, with the grace and skill of an elven warrior, not a thickheaded brute. You're smart, charming, easy to share my thoughts with, more dashing than Fandral, have more wit than anyone else. And, yes. You are sexy."

Loki grinned. "Beautiful… dashing… charming… sexy… Keep going, darling. I could listen to your voice of gold all night."

"Alright. You're dramatic, ridiculous, exasperating, and hard to not fight with. You are extremely sarcastic, turn a lot in your sleep, judge people based on their mortality-"

Loki shushed her with a finger to her lips. "And you, my dear, are stubborn, hard to get information from, introverted, and you are so silent at night I sometimes wonder whether you are even there."

Sorrow pressed her finger to Loki's lips, as he had done to her. "At least I hold my tongue, dearest mine."

Loki grinned, kissing her finger tip. "At least I have a voice, my ravishing Queen."

Sorrow smiled. "At least I know how to clean."

"At least I know how to defend myself."

"At least I know how to bathe myself without calling a servant for help."

"At least I know how to plan battle strategies for an entire kingdom."

"At least I'm part Vanir."

Loki's eyebrows rose. "You are part Vanir?"

"Yes. My mother… and supposedly my father are both from Vaneheim." Sorrow spoke softly, meeting his disbelieving gaze.

"Erick is not from Vaneheim, the last time I checked."

Sorrow ran her finger down the side of his face to his chin. "My real father."

Loki gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment before shaking his head. "I can only see you. I do not see Aesir, Vanir, Elven, Mortal… nothing. I see Sorrow, my Queen."

Sorrow blushed. "I wish I could say things so well as to flatter someone."

Loki tucked a few strands of brown hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. "Sorrow, you need not speak words to flatter, for your very presence kisses my mind."

Sorrow buried her face in the crook of Loki's neck, her cheeks rosy. "There you are again. Charming."

"And here you are again, enchanting."

Sorrow laughed quietly, Loki feeling her breath on his neck. "Stop now, Loki, before I melt into a puddle."

"You would be a beautiful puddle."

Okay, this one is SOOOOO CHEESY. I know. I know. But come on! I couldn't help myself. :D

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