Winter Sunshine

Am I sexy?

'Loki?' Savannah asked.

'Yes?'

'Can you fly?'

'No.'

'Why not? Thor can fly.' Savannah questioned.

'Thor's hammer can fly.'

'What if you're a bird?'

'What about me being a bird?'

'Could you fly if you were a bird?'

'Yes.'

'Even a flightless one?'

'No.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Certain?'

'Yes.'

'What else are you certain of?'

'That you are annoying.'

'Well, you are a poo.'

'I'd say something like a sexy poo?, but that's getting old, isn't it?'

'Yes, yes it is.'

'Am I sexy?'

'Yes.'

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Really?'

'I believe I have just answered that, Loki.'

'How sexy?'

'I knew I should've said no.'

'How sexy?' Loki repeated.

'Give me a scale.'

'On a scale from one to ten, 'ten' being mindblowingly sexy/instant arousal, and 'one' being Tom Hiddleston.'

'Is 'one' the sexiest?'

'I don't know, it's your scale.'

'Tom Hiddleston is sexier than any scale.'

'He's not sexy, he's cuddly.' 

'Cuddly?'

'Yes.'

'So why did you put him on the sex scale?' Savannah asked.

'I don't know.' 

'I'm confused.'

'So am I.'