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Ljómi wakes up and quickly realizes that the person beside her is definitely no longer a cat, even though the way they’re snuggled next to her is very feline. The bed is warm and feels like the most comfortable place in the world, but the thought of water is persistent, so after a few minutes she pushes her blanket away. She barely moves, when Loki’s arm tighten around her slighty.

“Stay.”

“Chill, I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, it’s chilly”, they complain, letting go of her.

It’s chilly indeed, so she wraps a scarf over her sleeveless tunic and goes outside to refill the pitcher. She drinks cold water standing next to the spring, watching thick mist slowly dissolving in early morning air. It’s still summer, but the earth smells like autumn already and Ljómi wants to enjoy all small moments of this liminal time.

“Get us some of these cookies you have”, she hears as soon as she steps back inside.

 “No way, no eating in my bed.”

“Oh, wasn’t that what you were doing recently, with your druid companion?”. Loki looks at her with a crooked smile, their long hair spilling to the floor as they move their head.

She can’t help but smile back. “Fair, but that’s different”

Loki raises eyebrow.

“No crumbs.”

“Now, that’s fair”, they chuckle.

She gets back into bed and Loki wraps their arms around her the moment she’s there.

“That’s better”, they whisper against her ear.

“So that’s what I am, your personal heater?”

“You’re much more than that, but also yes.”