I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from the pressure over my ‘problem’ it was driving me insane. Loki watched my face redden and twist into a tortured façade. I got my hands freed and brought them down to try and cover my lower region.
“Calm down Terrence.”
“Shut up.”
“Terrence, watch your language. You’re getting to be a little too mouthy. Be a good boy and you won’t get in trouble.” Loki warned getting up and leaving, taking my clothes with him.
I shrieked in anger.
I threw a pillow at the closed door then grabbed another and screamed into it. I want the clothes back so it’s possible for me to leave the room. I want to get away from this person who insists on doing unusual things to me.
“Loki, I want the clothes back!” I cried furiously.
“Come and get them.” His taunting call came. I jerked the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body, stomping into the main area of the plane where Loki was sitting watching TV. The co-pilot came out from the cockpit and stared at me. I blushed and quickly snatched my clothes from Loki’s grasp.
Then I went into the bathroom to change. For a plane, it had a pretty big bathroom. Once I was done, I walked back into the cabin and plopped myself down in a leather seat farthest from Loki.
“Are you hungry sir?” The co-pilot asked Loki.
“No.” He answered simply.
“What about-…” Loki cut him off.
“He’s not hungry either.”
My stomach growled but I nodded in agreement with Loki. The co-pilot walked back into the cockpit without another word. I looked out the window, at the faraway landscape below us. It made me slightly dizzy so I looked away.
I walked into the cockpit hesitantly. The co-pilot smiled at me and motioned to an empty seat between him and the pilot. I sat down and gazed around at all the flickering lights, gauges, and multi-colored buttons.
No one said anything except for the occasional breach of silence when the pilot spoke into the microphone connected to his headset.
Eventually, I got bored and headed back into the cabin. Loki was gone so I suspected he was in the bathroom. I was feeling somewhat exhausted so I pushed open the door leading into the small bedroom. Loki was reading. He looked up at my appearance before going back to his book.
I slid under the covers on the far side of the bed, burying my face into a pillow to block the light from my eyes and sleep.
Before I knew it, a hand was shaking my shoulder.
“Terrence we’re here. Come on, get up.”
A wide yawn escaped my lips as someone tugged me up from the bed, guiding me into the cabin. Two men were grabbing the three bags Loki had brought with him, along with the ten charcoal drawings he had brought with him.
Loki nudged me again, this time down the ramp onto solid ground. A Bentley limo stretch was waiting for us on the tarmac. My mouth just about dropped down to the ground. Loki of course, didn’t seem the least bit surprised.
Inside the limo, he pulled a bottle of Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck wine, lifting a note off the bottle. He smiled them pulled the cork, pouring two wine glasses full. He offered one to me which was at first refused, till he made it look so good. I took mine and gulped it down, along with three more. That caused me to be all giggly.
The limo pulled up in the winding driveway of a huge mansion. I’m sure my eyes got as big as saucers.
“LOOK!” I cried noisily pointing out the window.
“You’re a loud drunk.” Loki winced.
“I AM NOT!” I giggled waving my arms around in the air, falling over into Loki’s lap when the limo stopped.
He laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around my waist. I titled my head back against his shoulder and yawned.
“You have wine breath.”
“Now WHOOOOOOSE fault is that?” I gave a silly laugh.
“Mine.” He raised his hand, going along with my silly demeanor. I grabbed his hand and placed the heels of our palms together.
“You have a gorilla hand.” I told him. He frowned slightly, looking at his hand.
“It’s not all hairy, and it’s not deformed either.” He pouted.
“No, it’s ENORMOUS! I have a mouse hand.”
“There’s a big difference.”
“THAT’S EXACTLY MY POINT,” Loki pressed his lips to mine to shut me up. I pulled away giggling. “Loki, I can’t breathe!”
“Breathe through your nose.”
“But it makes the little ‘fu’ sound. It’s too funny.”
“Let’s get you inside. Allan wants to meet you.”
“IS HE CUTE?!” I shouted bouncing up and down in Loki’s lap, clapping my hands.
“Uhmm…I think I’ll let you decide that for yourself.” Loki shrugged looking a bit uncomfortable as I continued bouncing.
Once outside I saw a man who stood about six foot one standing in the courtyard. He had black hair with pink and blond streaks but I couldn’t see the color of his eyes until we got closer. They were a gorgeous green color.
“He’s pretty.” I whispered rather loudly to Loki. The man chuckled, giving Loki a light hug before turning to me.
“You must be Terrence,” He smiled offering me his hand to shake. “I’m Allan.”
I giggled and let him shake my hand.
“You got him drunk.” Allan shook his head at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders.
“He’s the one who chugged down the four glasses like an idiot.”
“YOU GAVE THEM TO ME!” I cried pouncing on Loki’s back. He followed Allan into the enormous mansion. “IT ECHOS IN THE ENTRY WAY…HELLO…ECHO!” I shouted at the ceiling hopping off Loki’s back, cupping my hands to my mouth.
Loki and Allan laughed at me. I pouted and folded my arms across my chest.
“I’m hungry.”
“You probably need something to soak up the alcohol a bit so you don’t feel sick in the morning.” Allan bit his lower lip to keep from laughing.
“Loki-bear says I’m a loud drunk.”
The only response that got me was a snicker from Allan and Loki telling me to shut my mouth.
