The dark room of my husband's study is only illuminated by the fire that is more for show than heat. I stood at the doorway not wanting to interrupt his phone call. Also, Loki tends to tell me very little, whether out of protectiveness or out of indifference, I am not sure. I hate it when he talks with that bastard Odin. "What's wrong honey? Is Odin playing his games again?" I hate seeing Loki agitated, and this is an often state when it comes to Odin. They have such an odd relationship-- truly love/hate. Loki would never let anyone see that side of him though. "Oh nothing that I can't fix with a little Jotun muscle." my dear husband whispers with a hiss. I know he is upset and possibly excited, if he is contemplating something devious. I know he is devious, clever and can be cruel, but I cannot help but love him blindly. It is like a pain bursting in my hear to see his visage working out the solution to a problem. I stand behind him and begin to massage his shoulders and feel knots in the strong muscular shoulders. His svelte frame hides the strength he carries within him. His devious grin turns to a slight leer as he pulls me into his lap, a place I love to be-- so often he is immersed in his plans and plots there seems a distance there I cannot travail. "Put on your best party dress my love. WE'RE going to Valhalla!" I just hope my dear husband knows what he is doing, and lets me know a little of his plan so I won't mess it up for him. I do hate the ideas of living on the largesse of that overgrown Odin. He may act like he likes my dearest when he needs him, but I have seen him snickering at him in his sleeve-- I don't trust any of them. But I will be the perfect, beautiful wife for the sake of my beloved. I look into Loki's eyes as I sit on his lap my temperature rises, as I lean down and gently kiss his forehead and his eyelids, and deeply on the mouth my tongue darting in quickly. Oh, World Ash! I love this man.