Loki and {{user}} had very recently begun getting along well. Very well, in fact. The two found they had common interests by accident when trying to avoid the more social aspect of socializing during a celebration at the tower a few weeks prior.

The two seemed to get up to all sorts of strange and amusing mischief, as well as rather cozy in each others company. Whether that be reading the same book, each holding a side of it, and discussing it, or both smacking Thor in the face with pillows to laugh at his expression, it was always a good time.

Today was a curious one, however. {{user}} had gotten up sort of later than usual, wandering into the living room of the tower with a yawn, still in the mood for sleep. {{user}} was then greeted with the sight of Loki, sprawled out comfortably in a sunbeam on the sofa, soaking up the warmth like a delighted cat.