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Chapter Two, "The Hoodie"
Sylvie walked out over her room wearing jean shorts and a large black hoodie, with a light grey crop-top under it. The hoodie looked familiar to Loki but he couldn't pinpoint where he'd seen it before. He couldn't help but admire how nice she looked. He was so used to seeing her in battle armor that it felt strange to see her in casual clothes. All he could do was just stand there and stare. "You look like you've just seen a ghost. What's wrong?" Sylvie asked.
"Oh, sorry. You just look hot," Loki flirted. Her face turned into a light shade of pink.
"Oh shut up!" She hissed before elbowing him.
"Okay, so how do you think this happened?" he asked, pleased with her reaction to his little remark.
"Why are you asking me? That would be like me asking you about, erm, you know what, never mind," she said, realising that what she was about to say didn't make sense.
"What were you going to say?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter, we need to find out the cause of these," she sighed pointing to her ears.
"Fair point, shall we follow your plan and find Mobius," he suggested.
"How are you so calm about this?" She asked as they walked down the halls trying to find their grey haired friend.
"Honestly, I'm not completely sure," he admitted.
They were almost at the kitchen, Mobius' usual hiding place, but then Loki remembered something. Sylvie was about to walk into the kitchen when Loki grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the doors. She ended up wrapped in his arms, which wasn't the original goal, but he wasn't complaining. He tried not to draw too much attention to it, but his tail was rushing from side to the other. Sylvie's face turned bright red as soon as she realised what had just happened. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he interrupted her.
"I don't think the TVA would appreciate these too much," Loki said in a flirty tone, before pointing to her ears and then pulling her hood up over them.
"I get it, but could you let me go now?" Sylvie asked, still held against Loki.
"You're no fun," He sighed before letting her go and then pulling his hood up as well.
The two of them walked into the kitchen, hoods over their heads and tails tucked into their hoodies.
"What did you screw up this time, and why on earth do you look like you two are going to kidnap someone?" Mobius sighed.
"I beg your pardon?" Loki replied.
"You heard me, Mr. Blueberry," Mobius said, referring to Loki being Jödun (a Frost Giant).
*Random childish arguing continues*
"We didn't do anything, this time. It kind of just happened," Sylvie sighed, breaking up their childish argument.
"Wait, Sylvie, are you pregnant!?" Mobius wondered out loud.
"What! No! Mobius you arse!" Sylvie hissed before crossing her arms and turning away from him, in a desperate attempt to hide her face, which was a bright shade of red.
"I'm just saying," Mobius teased her.
"Okay, but seriously, I need your help," Loki explained.
"We, need your help," Sylvie said, correcting Loki.
"Fine," Mobius sighed, getting up from his chair, "Goodbye my precious salad."
"Idiot," Loki muttered.
"That's about to be your final word, Laufeyson!" Mobius yelled before charging after Loki. Sylvie just stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, questioning why she loved this black haired man-child.
Mobius chased Loki until they were both standing outside of Sylvie's room, both completely out of breath.
"Geez, running in a hoodie is definitely not a good idea," Loki panted.
"Oh, that reminds me, why was Sylvie wearing one of your hoodies?" Mobius raised his eyebrows up and down.
"Wait, really?" Loki asked genuinely.
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