Winter Sunshine

Harlem Shake

'So...'

'So?'

'I give the best cuddles?'

'I am going to castrate Tony.'

'You like my cuddles?'

'Yes, shut up now.'

'Harsh.'

'Well, you are quite cuddly, for a god.'

'Cuddly?'

'Yes. Dance with me.'

'What?'

'Dance. With. Me.'

 'Why?'

' 'Cos you're a good dancer, and dancing cheers me up.'

'So why don't you dance more often?'

' It's embarrassing, the way I dance.'

'Show me.'

'Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.'

He chuckled, his deep laugh, not the evil/sexy one.

'I can't believe you think it's sexy.'

'Shut up.'

He laughed again, but ended wheezing.

'Are you o-'

'I'm fine, you're just too funny.' She glared at him, but said nothing.

'JARVIS, play 'Harlem Shake' by Bauuer, the full version.'

As you wish, Miss Winters.

Con los terroristas

Ey Shake

Ey Shake

Ey, Ey, Ey, Ey

Shake, Ta. Ta

And do the Harlem Shake

Ey Shake, Ey

Shake, Shake

Ey

Shake, Shake, Shake

Con los terroristas

Ey, Con los terroristas

Ey, Ey

 'With the terrorists?'

'Stop smirking, Loki.'

'How are you so sure I am smirking, if your back is turned?'

'Because you're you, and inherently irritating.'

'Thanks.'

'Do the Harlem Shake.'

'Savannah, are you having a seizure?'

'Shut up, I'm dancing.'

'Dancing?'

'I warned you.'

'You baffle me.'

'Quiet, you. Either dance or shut your mouth.'

'Harsh.'

'Well, are you?'

'Am I what?'

'Going to dance?'

'I'll pass.'

'Spoil-sport.'

Loki smirked.

'Stop smirking.'

'I'm not smirking.'

'Yes, you are.'

'Careful, Savannah, you might hurt someone if you keep flailing your arms around like that.'

'You are smirking, I can hear it in your voice.'

'I am not.'

'Shut up, or do the Harlem Shake.'

'It is overrated. After the fifth or sixth parody, it gets tedious.' Savannah stopped dancing and stared at him.

'You've seen the videos?'

'Evidently.'

'Do you have a Youtube account?'

'Yes.'

'What's it called?'

'I'll tell you if you stop ... dancing.'

'Fine. JARVIS?'

Yes, ma'am?

'Turn off the music, please.'

Of course, Miss Winters

'Oh, and JARVIS?'

Yes?

'Stop calling me Miss Winters, it's Savannah, Sav or 'Vannah, okay?'

Understood, Miss Winters

'Ugh!' She exclaimed, turning to Loki, 'He's worse than you, y'know.'

'He?'

'Well, his voice is male.'

'If you insist.'

'I do, and it is.'

'Of course it is.'

'Stop being patronising, and tell me.'

'Tell you what?'

'Your Youtube account name.'

'It is LokiOdinson.'

'Odinson?'

'Yeah.'

'Wait a second, you just said 'yeah'.'

'So I did.'

'Y'know, I prefer the Patronymic system to our system now.'

'Savannah?'

'Yes?'

'Who named you?'

'My foster family. Their last name was Winters.'

'Tell me about them.'

'I can't remember them.'

'Can I look for them?'

'Look for them?'

'In your mind.'

'Yeah, if you want.'

Loki searched her mind, and frowned. A lot. 

'What did you see, Loki?'

'I'll tell you later.'

'But I want to know now.'

'Savannah, I'm not sure I should even tell you.'

'Why not?'

'It's complicated.'

Loki's POV:

How could I explain to her what I'd seen? Of all the things I've witnessed in my life, this was the most disturbing. What had Savannah done to deserve that?