In the morning Phaedra yawned, shifting, snuggling down into the bed and his side, not wanting to get moving just yet. Pressing her face against his chest she sighed, shifting so the blanket covered her face.”…don’t want to get up…to early…”She muttered, feeling the god shifting, knowing that the man was awake,even if neither of them wanted to be.
Loki shifted, starting a little as he looked down at the goddess laying on him,gently running his fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.”Come on, we better be getting up.”He muttered the anxious knot in his stomach saying he needed to get up, and take care of a few things. Needing to see how Phaedra was, because no matter what Hades said, he was pretty sure there was no innocent thing about him being here.