Chapter One Hundred and Four
In the months that followed, I had a wonderful time.
In the beginning, I was often reminded about how Loki sprung his proposal on me. We live in this grand old house in the woods. And one day, we were watching a movie, (Hamlet. He had a great love of Shakespeare,) when he suddenly asked, "Will you marry me?"
"What?" I asked. I had almost fallen asleep, laying on his chest. He had been playing with my hair.
"Will you become my wife?" Loki asked.
"I…"
"It's okay if you want to wait," he said quietly. But I guessed that he said that because of what I said next.
"No…I…I want to marry you. It just caught me by surprise."
"Good," he said, turning back to the movie.
I laid my head back on his chest.
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Months later, I decided to teach him a valuable skill.
We went to an old abandoned parking lot.
"Alright," I said, as we climbed into the car. "Let's do this."
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"Brake!" I shouted. We moved forward. "No! That's the gas!"
We swerved around in circles.
"Loki!" I shouted. "Hit the brake!"
He slammed the brake.
The car slammed into place, both of us falling into our seats again.
"This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," I said.
...
"Alright, ease off the gas a bit," I said. This was our second attempt.
He slammed the brakes.
"No, Loki, those are the brakes," I said.
He switched back and forth between stomping on the gas pedal and on the brake pedal.
"Loki!" I shouted, as we edged forward and slammed to a stop repeatedly.
"Alright!" he said. "Give me one more try. I think I got this."
And then we were driving. Perfectly. Cruising along, driving perfect circles around a lamp post.
"Surprise," he said, smiling at me.
"Jeez, everyday is like April Fools with you, isn't it?" I said.
"What's April Fools?" he asked.
"It's a holiday that you practically invented," I said, laughing as we drove around the parking lot.
God, it felt good to laugh.
I haven't laughed in forever.