Texting #5: The Sun

Tower Universe - Short

Loki squints at the sunlight streaming through his window. Why did he ever think Midgard was an acceptable place to stay?

He grabs his phone and fires off a message. 

Text from Loki: "Your mortal sun is relentless."

He could, of course, magic the light away... but complaining to Gwen is far more entertaining.

Gwen is already up and on her way back to her apartment from the tower gym. She pulls her phone out of her bag and rolls her eyes but still smiles.

Text from Gwen: "Close your curtains."

Text from Gwen: "Or, you know, get up and start your day..."

Loki scoffs at her suggestion—the audacity. Get up and start his day? What, like a normal person? That’s just not his style.

He quickly types out his response.

Text from Loki: "Close the curtains?? That seems an absurd waste of effort. And start my day? Are you really suggesting I engage in mundane Midgardian activities like 'showering' and 'eating breakfast'?"

He might act annoyed, but there's a subtle undercurrent of amusement in his messages. He texts Gwen because she will play along and maybe even find him funny. 

She steps inside her apartment and drops her bag on the floor.

Text from Gwen: "Don't you have magic? Can't you just cast an illusion that you have dark curtains closed?"

Text from Gwen: "And by the way, Midgardian activities? Do you not shower and eat breakfast in Asgard? 🤔"

Loki rolls his eyes dramatically. Why is she being so logical about this?

Text from Loki: "Of course I have magic, but that doesn't mean I should use it for such trivial matters."

Text from Loki: "And yes, in Asgard we do shower but with golden waterfalls and scented oils. Hardly comparable to your tiny water closets."

Text from Loki: "...Breakfast is usually a feast. Obviously."

Gwen opens the refrigerator and looks inside, debating if she should eat first or shower.

Text from Gwen: "Oh, you poor little prince. How about I pick up some bubble bath for you next time I'm out, or is that also too mundane and Midgardian?"

Loki grins at her teasing. His fingers move swiftly across the screen.

Text from Loki: "Bubble bath? I'm the god of mischief, not a child in need of a bath time toy."

He does love bubble baths, but he'd never admit it. Not to anyone. Especially not to Gwen, for fear of giving her more ways to tease him.

Text from Gwen: "No, not a child at all... Do you need me to come over and close your curtains? 😁"

She smiles. She loves teasing him, especially over his little temper tantrums.

Loki bristles at the suggestion. He definitely does not need her to come over and "close his curtains." He's a god. He doesn't need a mortal's help with something so trivial.

But... a small part of him can't help but be secretly pleased at her offer. The thought of her actually coming over to his quarters... stop that thought right this instant.

He responds stubbornly, but there's a hint of hesitation.

Text from Loki: "I can close my own curtains, you know,"

Instead of breakfast, Gwen decides to shower first and turns on the water while she replies to Loki.

Text from Gwen: "...but you'd rather text me to complain about it instead? It sounds like you need me to solve your little problem since you are too lazy."

Loki growls in irritation. She's teasing him again. And the worst part is... she's right.

He sighs dramatically, knowing he's walked right into this one. He types out a reply, his pride still slightly wounded.

Text from Loki: "If it will cease your mocking, come and close them. But only because I'm too 'lazy' to do it myself."

He really hopes she doesn't detect the hint of excitement in that message.

Text from Gwen: "You'll have to wait until I'm done with my mundane Midgardian shower, your highness."

Loki's smirk fades slightly. Wait, she was serious about coming over? He hadn't expected that.

He quickly schools his expression back into something more aloof, though he can't stop the small flutter of anticipation in his chest.

Text from Loki: "Take your time. I'll be here... suffering under this terrible sunlight."

She gets an idea…

Text from Gwen: Or get up and meet me for a mundane Midgardian breakfast in 20 minutes?"

Loki's eyebrows raised at her suggestion. He definitely was not expecting that. Meet her for breakfast?

He considers her proposal for a moment, his pride warring with his curiosity. On one hand, the thought of indulging in a Midgardian breakfast went against every fiber of his being.

On the other...there was the small (and growing) part of him that wanted to see her again.

Text from Loki: "And what if I say no?"

Text from Gwen: "Stay in bed and complain then. I'm going to eat, with or without you."

Loki scowls at her response. How dare she be so unaffected by his reluctance?

But the thought of her happily eating without him... no, that was unacceptable.

Text from Loki: "Fine, but I reserve the right to complain about every single thing on the menu."

He's already out of bed and searching for something appropriately dramatic to wear.

Text from Gwen: "I would be surprised if you didn't."