Where could that man be? Loki would always find a way to ‘disappear’ and with that, of course, always came mischief. This was not an unusual thing yet you were a little upset by it every time.
You sprinted through the many halls of Asgard, searching for him. Being the good girlfriend you are, you always tried to find Loki before anyone else so that he wouldn’t get in so much trouble. As a bonus, you could sense Loki’s magic using your own if he was close.
Finally, after much too long, you felt something. He was nearby. You decided to see what he was doing before unveiling your presence to the God of Mischief. Navigating carefully between golden columns as to not be seen, you finally found a spot where you could see what Loki was doing, hoping against hope it wasn’t dangerous.
But you were pleasantly surprised.
You found Loki sat on the floor, leaned against a column, playing with a black cat, which was chasing his finger. Your heart fluttered as you saw a side of the man you loved that you hadn’t seen before.
“Loki,” Your voice came out soft and gentle, giving away what you thought of the situation.
Loki had been distracted enough not to sense your presence and was a little surprised by the sound of your voice. “My Queen.” A smiled had appeared on his face as he used the term of endearment that was only for your ears.
You sat down beside him and took the cat out of his hands but he hissed.
“He only likes you, apparently.”
Loki’s smiled widened, “I’m keeping him then.”
The cat settled down to sleep in his lap and you softly stroked its little head. “Have you thought of a name?”
“Arkin. The son of eternal King,” he said with a nod.
You smiled. Of course Loki would find a way to be defiant, even through a cat.
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