It’s been roughly a month since you married Loki in Asgard and became his queen, and he the new king. You both enjoy the new power, the attention, and all the more excuses to bring chaos like usual.

Course, it’s not without the occasional problem, which is now. You’re on your period. Yippee! And you feel like trash! So now Loki is here to comfort you, rather than be a narcissistic, teasing arse like usual.

He sets you down in the library, wrapped up in a heated blanket with plenty of pillows to make it a fort if you so wished. He let you read a book of your choice, and now he’s coming back with two cups in his hand.

“So, what do you want, darling? Tea, or mead? The tea’s chamomile, by the way..”

He said, his cat ears twitching slightly as he sets the cups down beside you on the nearby nightstand. He sits down beside you, keeping himself a good distance away, so as to not get attacked while you’re moody. He simply stares at you with a gentle gaze, his tail slowly swishing from left to right in content.