"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?"
Olivia snickers from her seat on the couch, a book resting haphazardly on her jean-covered knees. She schools her face into false neutrality as Loki comes storming out of their joint apartment's shower, fuming from his ears.
Liv doesn't need to turn around to know that his characteristically inky hair has been dyed unnaturally ginger.
She'd put bleach in his shampoo after telling him to 'lighten up' the other day (he'd promptly laughed himself hoarse and continued to brood on the balcony). Loki had been far too gloomy recently, and it was about time he got out of this damn funk he'd been in. What better way than to turn his hair obnoxiously orange?
"I think it suits you, Lokes," She croons, not even bothering to turn her head up from the pages of her book. The rough leather cover makes the air kiss her face as she flips it shut, a threat of a smile twitching at the corners of her lips.
"Why have you done this to my hair," Loki rephrases, his voice much calmer than it had been a second ago. Liv isn't sure if she's in danger or not.
"I did tell you to lighten up," She cooes, finally turning her head to see a head of autumnal sunset hair and livid eyes. Loki has his trademark grin on his face - the one he makes when he's secretly very, very pissed - with a towel hanging low on his hips. His arms are crossed tauntingly across his chest, hands folded underneath, and despite the hideously patchy hair colour, Olivia can't help but note that he looks, well... godly. Fitting, she thinks with a scoff.
"Touché." He says coolly, a brow cocked upwards. His eyes are alight with challenge, the anger in them turned muted and calm, lurking beneath his skin rather than prowling on top of it. Olivia smiles sweetly.
"I can help you dye it back," She offhandedly drawls, waves a slender set of fingers at her partner before she sets the book down on the table. He just huffs through his nose, though his smile doesn't fade.
"The damage is done, my dear," He rests the back of his hand dramatically on his forehead, "at least make it less patchy."
Olivia groans - she'd known full well that Loki would refuse having her dye it back for him - call it his stupid sense of self pride - and had assumed she'd get off relatively scot free. But no, now she had to help her sarcastic, big-mouthed boyfriend dye his hair properly ginger. Maybe she should've thought about this beforehand.
"Fine, fine," She sighs, "go put some clothes on."
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"It burns, it burns!" Loki dramatically caws out in protest as Olivia lays on the 3rd coat of bleach in an hour.
"Stop moving!" She scolds, but there's not really any point. She's finished dyeing it now, anyway.
Olivia has no doubt in her mind that Loki's hair will either turn out piss yellow or simply fall out, but she doesn't need to tell him that. In fact, she doesn't tell him that. Not as the dye sets, not as they wash it out, and certainly not as they go and sit down to eat lunch together.
It's nice. Eating with Loki is nice; even if his hair is rapidly turning more and more biohazard-neon yellow by the second.
"Pass the eggs," She reaches a hand across the small dining room table in emphasis, and Loki pauses his eating to pass the blueish bowl of scrambled egg to her. She grins in thanks and shovels more onto her plate, digging a fork into it gratefully.
"Sorry for being so... joyless yesterday," Loki mumbles half-heartedly, as if he doesn't really want to apologise, but knows that he probably should. "and also the day before that."
Liv's eyes soften at his apology. A smile is all she can really give to convince him it's okay.
"I wasn't really bothered by it," She says kindly, "I was just worried about you, I guess."
"I'm a big boy, Mum," Loki teases, waving his fork childishly at her, "but thank you for worrying." Thank you for caring.
Olivia's beautifully sharp features turn mellow and lovely. She sets her fork down, leans across the table, and thankfully Loki gets the message - which he usually doesn't - because he leans ovaer too, places an affectionate kiss on her lips through a dazzling smile.
Then, after a beat or two of silence;
"You know I can just magic my hair back, right?"
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