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Entry 12

    "I'm not short," I say indignantly. "You're just ridiculously tall." He laughs harder at my retort.

    "Whatever you say, Little One," he teases, earning him a mock glare from me. He picks my right hand up to place a kiss on the back of it before returning it to its original position. I can't help blushing a little; he's such a gentleman. I affectionately lean my head against his arm for a moment in return.

    As we step out of the tower, my eyes are drawn to a black limousine. The chauffeur holds the door open with one hand and keeps the other respectfully behind his back. Loki chuckles at my shocked expression. He nudges me forward with a hand at the small of my back. I thank the chauffeur as he helps me inside.

    Loki slides gracefully in a moment later and the door is closed. The limo begins to move, the engine a quiet rumble. Loki takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze. The mischief in his eyes tells me that I'm in for a treat.

    "Where are we going, Loki?"

    "You'll see, Love. You'll see."

    I turn to look out the window. The buildings of New York City move silently past as the limo glides over the pavement. We pass a sign and I immediately recognize where we are.

    "Broadway?" I ask, my eyes wide. Loki nods.

    "Indeed. But wait until we enter the theater."

    The limousine slows to a stop and the driver opens the door. Loki steps out first, before offering me his hand to help me out. I take it and allow him to pull me from the vehicle and onto my feet. He turns to whisper something to the driver and then back to me.

    "Are you ready for your surprise?" he asks me, his excitement contagious. I nod my head and he leads me into the theater. A glance at the stage tells me everything I need to know. The stage is filled with chairs, the arcing pattern like the ripples of a pond.

    We're watching a concert.

    My eyes light up in joy, making Loki smile. He shows me to a seat in the front row and takes his place beside me. A few minutes pass and the musicians begin to file onto the stage, finding their respective stands. They all wear concert black, most of the women wearing some sort of skirt, and the men in black dress shirts and slacks. The conductor takes his place in front of the orchestra and raises his hands. They play a resonant Concert F, the sound ringing around the room.

    I quietly summon a pencil to finger along. Once the orchestra has been tuned, the conductor approaches a podium off to the side equipped with a microphone. His deep voice announces the piece and my excitement grows. The themes are from my favorite movie series, and Loki is also familiar with it, as he'd asked to see it a few days ago. The conductor raises his hands and the concert begins.

    The bells and flutes begin the first theme, and I gladly finger along on the pencil. Of course, Hedwig's theme is fairly easy once you figure out the tempo. The themes continue right up until the last one, and I have to bite my tongue to avoid nerding out. My cheeks are starting to hurt from the permanent huge grin glued to my face. Loki looks amused by my enthusiasm.

    The moment we've exited the theater, I immediately pounce on Loki, squeezing him in a hug. He clears his throat and I am reminded that we're in public. I reluctantly release him, opting instead to grab his hand. The limo waits where we left it, but instead of hopping in right away, I beckon for the chauffeur to lean down. I whisper in his ear, and he straightens with a smile.

    We get back in and this time, our stop is at the library. Loki furrows his brows, bewildered.

    "What are we doing here, Little One?"