Winter Sunshine

Like a boss

A/N: I have an ominous feeling, reading over this, that I've read it before. However, I can't find any trace of it on the Internet, so it might have come from my mind. If you think any part of it is plagiarized, alert me to it, and show me the link. I will change it if I think that it is not entirely original, but if I've never read it before, I refuse to change it, because I am a stubborn (sexy?) poo. Thanks.

'Loki?'

'Yes?'

'You are pretty cool, for a god.'

'I know.'

'Stop being big-headed.'

'My feelings, Savannah, don't you care about my feelings?'

'Nope.'

'Glad to see that I'm appreciated. Anyway, what has my amazingness got to do with anything?'

'You are a boss, y'know that?'

'A boss?'

'Yep.'

'What do you mean?' Savannah sighed.

'Urban Dictionary defines it as a word indicating awesomenessocity.'

'Is that even a word?'

'Doubt it. There are far too many suffixes.'

'So ...'

'So?'

'Am I a boss?'

'It appears so.'

'And my awesomenessocity, is it sexy?'

'What?'

'I said, is m-'

'No, it is not.'

'So, I am not a sexy boss then?'

'No.'

'Are you sure?' Loki sounded disappointed.

'Loki, you are a freak.'

'A sexy freak?'

'What is it with you and the word sexy?'

'I think it is a fitting adjective to describe a god.'

'All gods?'

'No, just me.'

'Full of yourself much?'

'What else would I be full of?'

'Shit?'

'You are ever kind, Miss Winters.'

'Oh shush. How do you do that, anyway?'

'What? Be a sexy sex-god?'

'No, change every subject into an awkward conversation.'

'Oh Savannah, your mortal mind is too weak to comprehend my silver-tongue.'

'Shut up.'

'Savannah?'

'Yes?'

'Does my natural sexiness distract you?'

Savannah threw the nearest thing to hand at his head. Loki didn't even flinch, but his hand flew up, and caught the paper-weight before it made contact with his (not-sexy) face. He tutted.

'Savannah, you could have hurt me. Have you no shame?'

'Ugh! Have I mentioned that you are a poo?'

'Twice, actually.'

'Including today?'

'No. You have also insinuated that I am full of faeces.'

'I thought I said shit?'

'Oh Savannah, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?' They both froze. 'Savannah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.'

'S'okay. Loki?'

'Yes?'

'Do you have an answer for everything?'

'Why do you ask?'

'Because you seem to have a reply to anything Tony and I say.'

'I am several thousand years old, and whatever you say to me, I have probably heard before.'

'Why do you have a Youtube account?'

'Because I am, as you mortals say, a Grammar Nazi. I also enjoy FlameWars.'

'I can empathise.'

'Shall we?'

'Shall we what?'

'Dance, of course.'

'How was I supposed to know you meant that?'

'Magic?'

They both laughed, and then they were having a pillow fight. When they collapsed from exhaustion, and not having breathed enough, they each noticed that the other had turned blue, but they chose not to tell the other.

Why should they?

Tony's POV (Because I am a boss, too, y'know)

Tony looked away from the holographic monitor, where JARVIS was displaying Loki and Savannah's pillow-fight, and sighed. She trusted Loki more than she did Tony, he knew that, and it hurt. It hurt more than when Stane had ripped out his reactor, more than falling to Earth had, more than being punched by Hulk, more than the torture he had suffered through at the hands of the Ten Rings. More than anything, ever. Unrequited love was cruel. But it felt good, in a strangely masochistic way. He had needed love, but he hadn't known it until Love (it deserved a capital letter, he decided) had hit him with its Land Rover. Hard.

'Stark, I would appreciate it if you stopped observing us.'

Tony whirled around, to the Loki on the screen, and back to the Loki physically in his room.

'But, yo-'

'Yes, I know. I am also aware that you still do not fully trust me, but, rest assured, I shall not hurt her.'

'Just stay away from her.'

'I am afraid I cannot, Stark. There is, however, no cause to be worried.'

Tony grimaced.

'I wouldn't go as far as to say worried, more casually distressed.'

'Continue to tell yourself that, if it helps you sleep at night.' And then he was gone.

Loki had a point, though, he was invading Savannah's privacy, and if she found out, she would probably go all ape-shit on his ass. He looked back at the monitor, to see Loki staring directly at the (hidden) camera, one eyebrow raised. He shut off the feed with a sigh.

He really hated Loki.