~Loki~
When (Y/N) opened the door to let me into her apartment I was pleasantly surprised.
It was a cute apartment. Not too small, nor too big. The walls of what I assumed was the sitting room were a color that matched her impressive wings. All along the walls were pictures of people who I thought were her family, figurines and paintings of whales and fish, which she had gladly educated me on while I was still being kept in that damn cell, and many other miscellaneous trinkets.

"So, what do you think? It's not much, but it's home." Her sweet voice grabbed my attention.

"I like it. It's cute." I replied kinder than I had originally anticipated.

"Thanks. Here, let me show you to your room." She suggested as she took my hand. This took me by surprise. I liked it though, her soft warm hand in mine. They fit together perfectly in my mind and I wouldn't have it any other way. I loved it.

She lead me down a short hallway whose walls were the same color as the sitting room's, all the while I was thinking of her hand in mine. On the way, she showed me where the restroom and her room were. One thing she didn't show me however, was the door at the end of the hall. I didn't ask, but I was curious.

We soon reached a white door, her letting go of my hand to open it. I missed the touch of her hand immediately, but pushed that thought back as she began to speak once again.

"Here we are!" She said with an excited ruffle of her wings. It was adorable, "This is your room! I hope you like it. I didn't really plan on having a guest stay here the last time I was in here, so please excuse the mess." She finished with a shy smile.

In the room which was to be mine, the left wall was an entire wall of bookshelves and books. The shelves were inset into the wall, and books were everywhere. There was a bed in the far right corner. The covers were a dark grey that complimented the light grey on the walls. There was a small, antique, oak, dresser in the closer right corner and a white desk along the farthest wall. It was all in all, a pleasant and quaint room that I would enjoy.

"I don't mind. Are all these free for me to read?" I asked, stepping into the room, making my way to the bookshelves.

"Yep! If you want any suggestions or if you want to buy a book, feel free to ask. The employees at Barnes&Noble all know me by name." She explained with a charming smile.

There was a moment of comfortable silence while I scanned the bookshelves for titles that seemed interesting, making a mental note of a book called Lord of the Flies, before (Y/N) spoke again.

"Alright then, you seem to be comfortable. I'm going to go start making some lunch. I'll call for you when it's done."

She got to the door of my borrowed room when I decided to tell her something I've meant to for a while.

"Wait, (Y/N), could you come here for a second." I called for her.

She turned around, her wings perking up when I called her name.

"Yes Loki? What is it?" She asked, her beautiful
(Y/E/C) eyes full of precocious curiosity.

Sooner than I thought, I had pulled her much smaller frame into a tight hug, not wanting to ever let go. I reveled in the feeling of her in my arms. She was perfect for hugs.

"L-Loki? What's brought this on?" She stutters out my name. I almost miss the question because of how wonderful she makes my name sound.

"Thank You." I whisper in her ear, closing my eyes and tightening my arms around her curvy shape.

She seems to understand and relaxes, wrapping her arms around my slender form. Her hand reached up to stroke my long, black, hair, and she may have even moved her wings around me, I didn't really know. I was too focused on how she smelled like winter and vanilla.

"You don't have to thank me. I know what it's like to feel like a caged animal. I couldnt just leave you there." She said crestfallenly. Her wings, which did happen to rest around me, drooped a little.

"What do you mean by that?" I dare to ask. It seems like a sensitive topic and I don't want to push this beautiful creature beyond her limits of comfort. 

"Another story for another day." She replies mysteriously. She seemed to have many stories for another day.

I finally let go of her reluctantly, knowing she had things to do. I watched as she retracted her wings and, for the first time, I saw the sunlight from the window above the desk reflecting off of her inner feathers like sunshine off of a lake. It was amazing and gorgeous.

"They're beautiful." I mumble to myself, unaware I had actually said anything.

"Sorry, what was that?" She asked, a little confused look was dawned on her face. 

"N-nothing. Just thinking." I state, mentally slapping myself for stuttering.

"Okay then. I'm gonna start lunch if you're good."

"Yeah. I'm fine." I reply, waking over to the bookshelves and picking out Lord of the Flies.

I opened it to the first page and tried to read. Soon I learned that I wasn't getting anywhere with reading while she was singing a song that I think was called 'Music of the Night'. She had brought it up once when we were talking about books. She had brought one called Phantom of the Opera which she read to me and I enjoyed.

Her voice was perfect for this song. It sounded like something straight from Valhalla. Her voice was gentle and soprano, soft and filled with emotion. That is, until it was strong and loud, high-pitched and angelic.

I couldn't focus on anything but her beautiful voice and the song which came from it. 

When the song was over, I stealthily made my way to the doorway that leads from the hallway to the sitting room. The kitchen was on the opposite wall from me, in its own small cave like area, but not near as dark. The appliances seemed modern and well designed. A big bay window on the wall adjacent to me gave some natural light to the sitting room and the kitchen, and a smaller window in the kitchen helped give it a light and airy feeling. 

She had started to sing another song that sounded like a lullaby.

'Hushabye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the Pretty little horses.

Blacks and Bays,
Dapples and Greys,
Coach and Six
'A little horses.

Hushabye, don't you cry.
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.

Blacks and Bays,
Dapples and Greys,
Coach and six
White horses."

When she neared the end she slowed in a ritardando until she stopped. It was one of the most beautiful things I had heard. 

When she turned around to plate our lunch she gasped to see me standing in the doorway.

"How-How long have you been there?" She stuttered out, making me burst out with a smile because of how cute she looked when her cheeks were rosy.

"Long enough. You have a beautiful voice."

"R-really? It's not that good." She said sheepishly, trying to hide under her wings.

"Yes it is. Don't try to hide it." I try to convince her that her voice is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

"Thanks Loki, but I'm good. I like just singing while I cook or when I'm doing something." She starts, "Speaking of which, here's lunch."

Before I could reply, she pushed a bowl of something completely foreign to me in front of me, giving me a fork.

"Don't worry. It's called Mac&Cheese. It's the best thing ever."