...August 4th, 2015...

...Florida, Town Key Westizville...

For the past two months I have been falling for Loki in more every day ways because of our current problem being wanted by the federal government. We are called 'fugitives' for something we have not done at all. What are some ways I am falling for Loki? The way he drinks up a straw, the way he reacted witnessing Mufasa's death and Little foot's mother's death, and the look of horror on his face when Draco died in DragonHeart.

Loki demanded to watch more movies related to DragonHeart.

So I did.

"Draagonns!" Loki said. "Baby dragons!"

Loki is fangirling over the ending.

"Didn't take you for a Dragon Fan," I said.

"I love dragons," Loki said, holding the remote going through demand.

I had a short laugh.

Loki is in bed with me. Yes; within 2 months of being on the run we have been getting close together. I and Loki have found something that brought us together. Some part of Loki drew me to him despite not liking him at first. Strangely Bob said not a word during this period of two months. It felt odd. So out of the place.

"Loki," I said. "I love you."

"Hum?" Loki turns his head away from the screen with a surprised facial reaction on his face.

The button had landed on the movie 'The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug' Did I just really say that? Loki and I have been pretending to be a married couple under the noses of the system which is also why we are in the same bed to make the act convincing. Loki told me 'you never know who is watching' when we arranged this.

"I love your taste in dragons," I said.

Loki has a laugh.

"Hah," Loki said. "Never been told that before."

My hair is not red.

It is white with black hair bangs to the side.

"Well," I said. "This is your first time."

I turn off the nightly to my side, then turn over, and attempt to fall asleep.

"Do you really like my viewing taste?" Loki asks.

"To tel the truth," I said. "I do not."

By the sounds of it,Loki turns towards me (Even though I am not facing him).

"I am confused, what do you love about my character?" Loki asks.

"Your wings," I said.

"I don't have wings," Loki said.

"Metaphorically speaking, you do," I said.

Loki sighs.

"I am never going to really know, am I?" Loki said.

"Nope," I said.

I can easily tell without turning around that a smile grows on Loki's face.

"We'll see about that," Loki said.

"Don't think about it," I said.

"About what?" Loki asks, sounding surprised.

"Interrogating me while I am sleep talking," I said.

Loki pauses, hesitating, on his reply.

"You do not talk in your sleep," Loki lied.

"I recall hearing you ask me last night when I wasn't asleep what a Veggy-saurus is," I said. "As you put it 'What did you mean that you are riding a veggy-saurus?'."

"Did not," Loki lied.

"I recall every word I tell you Loki and I did not recall it," I said. "It became obvious plainly that you overheard me talking in my sleep. And a Veggy-saurus is a dinosaur that eats vegatables or plants."

"...Oh," Loki said.

"And you have to look it up," I said. "Cause I won't tell you about the dinosaur kingdom."

"There is a kingdom of dinosaurs," Loki said. "I must know where this hidden kingdom lies!"

I had a soft laugh.

"No, not literately," I said. "It's like the Animal kingdom just with their own groups, subgroups, and so on."

"That is shameful," Loki said. "Are you falling asleep yet?"

"Loki, I am still awake," I said.

"You are honestly more fun when asleep," Loki said.

I roll an eye.

"Liar," I said.

"You sleep walk too," Loki said.

I recall how my joints ached a couple nights ago and felt stiff like I had been out for a reasonably long time.

"Damn," I said.

"Now you believe me?" Loki asks.

"Depends," I said.

"Just say it," Loki said, sounding annoyed.

"I sleep walk," I said.

"I should throw a celebration," Loki said.

"What else do I tell you in my sleep?" I ask.

"You never answer me about those brands on your arms and your real name," Loki asks. "It is quite amusing."

I smile, closing my eyes.

"Good night, Loki," I said.

"My name is Thomas," Loki said.

"Good night, Thomas," I said.

Ill asleep hearing the music to the hobbit coming on. Wish I could tell you, Loki. I wish I could really tell you the truth without screwing up. I wish I can you,Loki, why I am hiding that I like you. But if I did then you might think differently of me. I wonder if Loki does really know who I am.

If he knows, Loki must have many questions why I look different.

If he knows, Loki is biding his time.

If he knows.

But Loki does not know.