Even if usually there's not much natural light entering the Castle during the day, some rays of sunshine still manage to light up the master bedroom as Circe slowly stirs up, opening one eye and scanning the unfocused room. There's a moment of bliss, as she takes in the peaceful sight, the world around her still and silent.

Then, panic overtakes her: the room is usually much darker when she wakes up. She looks horrified at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and even without her glasses, she can make out the 08:04 am very clearly: her carpool is probably already waiting for her downstairs. She quickly tries to get out from under the mountain of comforters and duvets she's covered with, struggling to get away from her husband's right arm draped over her and keeping her down-

"Darling, it's Sunday," Loki mumbles, his voice muffled as he has his face buried in the pillow, "there's no work today."

Circe stops, one of her legs already dangling out the bed, her pyjama shirt riding up to where Loki's arm grips at her.

"Oh, okay," she says, not finding a more eloquent answer to that - she blames it on the sleepiness.

She slowly lies down again, and Loki moves around to grab her more tightly and burrow his nose between her neck and shoulder, taking in her scent. She closes her eyes for a moment only to open them up again almost immediately.

"Are you sure it's Sunday?"

"Mh mh...'' Loki mumbles once again, rubbing his head against her. She again closes her eyes, only to open them again with a worried expression.

"Isn't there something we should be doing today? Aren't we forgetting something, I think we're forgetting-"

"Circe," Loki inhales deeply, obviously pissed about being woken up so often, "It's our free day. We don't need to do anything just- just sleep."

With that, Circe is finally convinced: she nods to herself and closes her eyes one last time, burrowing herself in her husband's embrace as she drifts once again back to sleep.