Sneaking Around The Palace
"I'm bored!"
Medea deadpanned, "It's been ten minutes."
With the Warriors Three and Sif still looking for her, they both were confined to their little alcove for the time being. Much to her chagrin, because sometimes Loki was just a big baby.
"Entertain me." He playfully demanded.
She rolled her eyes, "What am I? The court jester?"
Loki grinned, "If I were to base it on looks alone~"
She picked up a rock and threw a rock at him, "Ow!"
Medea rolled her eyes; she had her work cut out for her, that's for sure.
"Entertain yourself." Loki huffed.
Picking up a stick, she began drawing little images in the dirt. It was a mixture of random things, there was the tree of Yggdrasil, a flower, a smiley face.
Currently though, she was drawing a caricature of Loki's face. Distorting his facial features was the most amusing thing. She began laughing at how ridiculously large she drew his forehead.
Loki, being the little imp he is, waltzed over to see what had gotten her so giddy and was disgusted by what he saw.
"What on Asgard is that?"
She turned to face him, "What does it look like, Lokes?"
He scrunched his nose up, "It looks like some sort of demon creature from Helheim."
Silently giggling she revealed what the image actually was.
He gaped, "I do not look like that!"
She giggled, "But you do, my Prince."
He pouted, "You're a terrible friend."
She playfully gasped, "I'm the best friend anyone could possibly have in the nine."
~~~
"I'm bored!"
Medea had about had it with Loki at this point. In the whole two hours they had been stuck in this alcove, he had said that one statement 137 times...and she wasn't exaggerating.
"If you say that sentence one more time, so help me Frigga, you won't have the epithet silver tongue anymore."
He mischievously grinned, "I'd like to see you try, Darling."
With that, she jumped up and ran at him. Loki blanched, quickly realising what he had started, and began to run away.
So, the chase began.
Loki laughed, "You'll never catch me with those little legs, Love."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Her sudden appearance in front of him made him yelp.
Catching his breath, "I should've never taught you how to teleport."
She smiled gleefully, "No, you shouldn't have."
And with that, she proceeded to tackle the God, earning a victorious groan.
"Was that necessary?"
Medea chortled, "Of course it was."
Sitting on his chest she looked at the garden walls surrounding them.
"But I suppose if you are as bored as you claim, we could sneak around the palace."
He smiled, "That sounds amazing, Darling."
~~~
Sneaking into the palace was no feat for the both of them, as they knew the place like the backs of their hands.
What was tricky, though, was figuring out where the blasted Warriors Three and Sif wouldn't be.
"I don't think they'd be in the library. I don't even know if they know how to read."
Loki rolled his eyes, "So, they wouldn't be looking for you at the one place that you frequent daily?"
She shrugged, "I don't know if they're smart enough to put two and two together."
Loki laughed, "Sadly, I think that the library is off limits for today. Where else could we go?"
She smiled, "What if we go where they aren't expecting us to go?"
"I like the way you think, Darling."
Seated in what she had dubbed the Moron's Lair, both Medea and Loki were sipping on some of the finest mead known in all of Asgard.
"...and then, I stabbed him again!" Both gods laughed. Reminiscing on the tales of old was always a favourite for them both.
"Sometimes I feel bad for Thor, having to live with you as a sibling."
Loki holds back a fake gasp of offence, "I am angelic."
Rolling her eyes she lets out a little giggle, "The day you become angelic is the day Surtur causes Ragnarok."
"How dare you-"
His argument was cut off by a woman's--sounding eerily similar to Volstagg--screaming, "Where could she possibly be?"
Fandral sighed, "I'm inclined to give up. Being a female doesn't seem so bad."
Sif growled, "Speak for yourselves, I do not wish to be in this male form any longer."
Holding back their laughter, the mischievous gods decided to show themselves.
"I didn't know I was that hard to find."
Her unexpected dialogue caused the warriors to jump. Medea smiled, startling the four of them never gets old.
"You! You mischievous wench!" Fandral exclaimed.
Medea pouted, "Oh, your words hurt me so, Fandral."
Hogun stepped in before Fandral could continue to ruin their chances. "We don't have to fight; just change us back to our original forms."
"Let me think about it" About ten seconds were taken to think it over, "Yeah, I don't think so."
Just as the warriors began to charge, Loki took Medea's hand and teleported them both.
...and ending up at the bakery wasn't a surprise.
"How make cakes do you think we can steal before Yrva notices this time?"
You giggled, "The record is 23, right?"
Loki nodded his head. "Then this time I say 24!"
And with that, the trickster gods quietly entered the bakery. Tiptoeing because their lives very well may depend on it if they get caught, they carefully lowered themselves to the floor behind the counter.
A variety of weird hand gestures were made signalling some sort of plan, whether it would work or not was yet to be seen. Yrva was quickly getting used to the sneaking and stealing that occurred in her bakery, so they had to be stealthy.
Subtly raising her hand up, Medea managed to grab a singular red velvet cupcake.
"Yes!" She whisper-yelled.
She stuck her tongue out at Loki, "I got the red velvet one!"
Loki rolled his eyes and reached up to grab a cake, "You got the red velvet, but I got-"
He stopped talking when something grabbed his hand.
Both their eyes widened when they heard a voice, "By all means, your highness, which cake did you get?"
The two gods had never left the bakery as quickly as they did.
Yrva smiled and rolled her eyes, "Troublemakers."