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Entry 12

    A/n: I know it's late. Don't kill me,  please!

    (Angela's POV)

    My eyes flutter open to the bright sunlight streaming through my curtains. The blankets on my bed feel like Heaven on Earth as I snuggle further into them. A glance at my alarm clock tells me that it's eight o'clock. My ears pick up a knock at my door.

    I sit up, rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand. "Who is it?"

    "It's Loki," comes the reply.

    "Come on in," I tell him, debating whether to get out of bed. I use my powers to open the door and am glad that I do when I see the tray clutched in his long fingers. He practically waltzes in, a mischievous grin on his handsome face and a twinkle in his eyes. He is dressed sharply in an emerald green dress shirt with a black suit jacket over it, black slacks and his usual boots underneath. His hair is slicked back as per usual. I gaze at him quizzically as he sets the tray over my lap.

    "Good morning Love," he says smoothly, laying a kiss on my messy hair. I kiss his cheek as soon as I can reach it.

    "Good morning, Loki. Um, what is this?" I ask, confused.

    "It's your breakfast," he answers pleasantly.

    "In bed? I could have taken the elevator downstairs, Lo. You didn't have to go through all the trouble."

    "It's Valentine's Day, Darling. Let me spoil you a little," he says with a slight pout. I sigh in defeat.

    "Alright. Just a little. And I get to spoil you too," I concede. It's his turn to sigh.

    "Very well, Love. But you're going to have to eat up, because you'll need your energy for what I have planned. Besides, I'm anxious to see how I did with the food."

    "You made this yourself?" I inquire. He grins proudly. I pick up the fork and take a bite.

    "Oh, wow. This is really good." His grin broadens at the praise. I take my time, savoring Loki's cooking, until the plate is cleaned. Loki takes the tray when I'm finished and gently helps me from the bed, even though I don't need the help.

    I quickly brush my teeth and hair before going to my closet. Loki steps in front of it, blocking my path.

    "What is it, Loki?" I question him.

    "I already have an outfit for you to wear today," he almost purrs. With a wave of his hand, he changes my Harry Potter pajamas into a knee-length green sleeveless dress with topped by a black cardigan with ruffled sleeves. A pair of black tights covers my legs and black flats adorn my feet. My long hair is held away from my face by a black headband while a necklace with a serpent pendant hangs around my neck with matching earrings. Loki takes a step back to admire his work.

    Seemingly satisfied, he leans down to whisper into my ear.

    "You look stunning in my colors, Darling." I shiver slightly. He pulls back, smirking, and holds out his arm.  "Are you ready to go?"

    I nod, gently laying my left hand in the crook of his elbow, laying my right on his lower bicep, which is really close to my head. I keep a smile on my face while mentally cursing my height. Loki smiles down at me, his eyes sparkling with love. I gaze back up at him, hoping that my eyes reflect the emotion. He cocks his head, before laughing.

    "Don't curse your height, Darling. Your short stature only makes you more adorable in my eyes," he says teasingly. I push my bottom lip out in a pout.