Loki.

One week had passed since our kiss and neither of us could pluck up the courage to confront the other about the matter.

We were at what the Midgardians called 'Starbucks', which sold a delightful beverage called 'coffee'.
It was odd. It was incredible - like nothing I'd ever tasted - and it kept me awake, which was good for the days I could not sleep well.

"Loki, are you alright? You seem distant." Hecate looked at me from the other side of the table with a worried gaze.

I smiled and placed my hand on her's.
"I am fine, my lady. I was just thinking." I replied.

She nodded and took a sip from her cup.

It was clear she came to places like this regularly. The speed she threw her order at the barister and the length of it too. It was so alien to me.

After morning coffee, we went around the town, looking at all of the shops in awe.

"I want to get a tattoo." Hecate said, suddenly.

"Whatever for, my dear?" I questioned.

"For myself. I want a quote from someone very dear to me." She smiled.

I looked across the street and there stood a grand tattoo parlour.

So that's why she had brought it up...

We walked in and she went to the counter.

"Are you taking walk in's?" She asked.

The heavily-tattooed woman in the seat in front of her smiled and nodded.

"Yes. My name is Trix. What would you like?" She asked.

She was rather beautiful, even including the tattoos. Tattoos were non-existant on Asgard, so watching the scene unfold before me seemed so odd.

Ink, permanently scarring the skin for one's own pleasure? I feared I would never understand the concept.

By the time I had finished my deep thoughts of tattoos, Hecate had told Trix what she wanted and was beckoning me over to where she was sat.

I sat next to her and smiled.

"So what are you having done?" I asked.

"You'll see." Hecate smiled.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and Trix walked over to us with a piece of paper in her hand.

"Is this okay?" She asked, holding out the paper for Hecate to see.

"Perfect." She said, ensuring I couldn't see what it said.

She got up and followed the woman to her station, behind the front desk.

"Lie here please." Trix said, motioning to the reclining chair in front of her.

Hecate sat down and laid back. Trix then lifted up her shirt to reveal her underbust.

I looked away, out of respect for Hecate and she chuckled when she saw me.

"What?" I asked.

Hecate shook her head. "Just you."

"I'm going to go and sit over there." I told her, motioning to our previous seating in front of the window.

Hecate nodded, I could feel her eyes burning into me as I walked back over.

That tattoo took an hour. I was looking forward to seeing it, but felt I would embarrass myself like I did at the sight of my best friend's underbust.

She walked over, smiling.

"May I see?" I asked.

Hecate nodded and lifted up her shirt.

There was some form of plastic coating around it, presumably to protect it, but I could still make out what it said.

'Love is not ownership'.

My quote.

Just under her left breast, by her heart.

The thing I had told her a week ago.

My hear swooned and I smiled.

She smiled back and rolled her shirt back down.

I scooped her up into a hug, making her giggle and wrap her arms around my neck.

"Thank you." I whispered into her hair.

"Whatever for?" She replied.

"For remembering what I said."

Hecate pulled out of the hug and stared directly into my eyes.

"Of course I did. It meant so much to hear it." She grinned before kissing my cheek.