An Asgardian night gown was easily the most comfortable pajamas Naomi had ever received. She hadn't asked what kind of fabric it was, but she made a mental note to ask Tony to recreate it back on Earth for her.

Negotiations with Odin had gone on longer than expected, the sun climbing down over the palace as they spoke. It was nothing short of amazing to Naomi when she reflected on it later; she had begun the day on Earth, screaming at the sky with her billionaire friend- and ended it on an alien planet in a nightgown that literal Gods probably wove. Seriously, the thing was heavenly. However in all seriousness, once she had finished with Odin and been shown to her quarters (Thor and Loki absent from the hallway by the time she emerged), her energy dissipated. Without any tasks ahead of her, Naomi quite literally slumped onto the bed and requested to eat dinner in her room. It had been a struggle of a choice, since she would have had the opportunity to meet with Thor and speak with Loki further. There was also the added factor that the Warrior's Three would probably be at the dining hall, possibly with Lady Sif. Though Naomi had to keep reminding herself that they were alive- the events of Ragnarok further back in her mind than those of Infinity War. However her unwillingness to participate in any social interaction after the devastatingly long day won her over; peering her head out her door to ask a guard if she could eat in her room.

The empty tray now balanced on a nightstand, swept free of crumbs by her seemingly endless hunger. The food had been just as heavenly as her nightgown- thick slabs of juicy steak and crusted white bread. A small glass of wine was also delivered with the food, though Naomi had hardly touched it. Truthfully, harder alcohol was more suited to her taste, though she could down a glass of wine if the occasion called. In the Asgardian bedroom, she didn't want to get accidentally wasted the night before she left the planet. Indeed, her, Thor, and Loki were set to depart in the mid-morning, as soon as all supplies were prepared. She wasn't sure if Loki had been informed that he was coming with them, but Naomi didn't trouble herself with it now.

Instead of exploring her gilded room, for she had had enough of exploring for one day, she settled for pulling an armchair to the window. The wall of her room opposite the door was mainly occupied by glass, any real wall only coming up to her waist and traveling around the glass to create a frame. With the walls golden quality, it almost made her view of the garden seem like a portrait, if not for the steady swaying of grass and flowers. The fields were precise and calculated, more polished walkways than real agriculture. The strips of wildlife curled around in spirals, cleverly leading any wanderers through a secret maze. Now however, there were no people roaming about the gardens, the sun having already set behind the palace. The flowers were illuminated by the stars and wisps of galaxies decorating the sky.

Naomi found herself distracted by the night sky instead of the garden, so much so that she didn't notice a figure move onto one of the golden paths. When her eyes did meet him, his back was facing her, pale hands clasped behind him as he craned his neck toward the stars. She knew immediately who it was, the green leather giving him away. Though she could not see his face, Naomi knew his usual facade was absent in the face of night. His hair seemed to lack any product or grooming, lazily curling itself on his shoulders- blending into the sky. Almost unaware of herself, Naomi leaned forward, her usual blush in his presence absent.

If Loki knew she was watching him, he did not show it until his head lowered from the sky. His arms hanging at his sides, he turned over his shoulder to lock gazes with the woman in the window. His expression was the same as when he had admired the sky, speculative and haunted. He wore no mask of innocence or charm as he stared back at her, his thoughts an enticing mystery to Naomi.

She didn't start when he turned to her, only met his sea foam green eyes with her hazel ones. Her elbow rested on the windowsill, gently supporting her face as she tried to see into his soul. If she had been on a balcony, an outsider would have thought it a scene from a Shakespearian play. Naomi didn't count the seconds as they peered into each other, and reflecting on it later she would not remember if she had blinked.

However it was broken by Loki, who raised a finger to his lips without tearing his eyes away. Even then, his eyes seemed lost to Naomi, who was now more well versed in reading his emotions. She did not think of herself as the reason for his vulnerability, since she had so far had little impact on him; he only allowed her to pay witness to this rare moment. It was over all too soon, when he lowered his arm a wink was sent her way, before the trickster vanished. Naomi took a moment to shake out of her stupor, and cursed herself for staring and intruding on him. However she would lose sleep that night, plagued by the question of why he allowed her to see a different side to him. If Loki had been a beloved hero to her before, Naomi was now bewildered by him; endlessly intrigued by the deeply complex and mischievous man.