Winter Sunshine

Cheese and Hippies

A/N: Sudden Angst!

For Sophie, 'cos she loved my evil leprechauns.

Quote: The voices in my head don't like you. 

Loki had a beautiful laugh, Savannah decided, and laughing was good for you, right? With all those endorphins, and shit, right?

Right.

So that was why she was showing him Bravest Warriors. He seemed to love them, so she moved onto ASDF Movies. By this time, both of them were rolling around of the floor, laughing like hippies.

Hippies?

Why hippies? She was laughing too hard to care, however, and when the Alien Attack happened, they were just able to restrain themselves long enough to shout 

'Throw the cheese!'

Then they collapsed into paroxysms of mirth. Savannah started choking, and Loki got hiccups. He looked incredibly cute, and Savannah never had wanted to kiss someone so much in her life. Good thing she wasn't allergic to adorableness, because, for a Norse god of Evil, Loki was remarkably adorable.

'These cartoons, I like them. Another!' Loki spluttered. It wasn't even that funny, but Loki made everything better, like peanut-butter, and Worcester Sauce. She wanted peanut-butter now. 

'Loki, have you seen Schmoyoho's Autotunes?'

'No.'

'That's a shame. Wait a sec, let me find them...'

'Ain't nobody got time fo'dat!'

'Loki, you have seen them!'

'Evidently.'

'What's your favourite?'

'Five Guys' Burgers and Fries- Oh My Dayum.'

'Seriously? I love that fat man!'

'Only Americans.'

'Indeed. Only Americans.'

'Are you not going to take offence?'

'No, I'm English.'

'But you live here.'

'Evidently.'

'So you agree?'

'Yes. Only Americans would sing to their chips.'

They start laughing again, but then Loki stops abruptly.

'What's wrong, Lokes?'

'It's Loki, and your hair is red.'

'What?'

'My name, it is Loki.'

'I know that, you willy, I meant what you said afterwards.'

'Your hair is red.'

'Like Natasha's?'

'No. Like a ginger's.'

'Cool. I've always wanted to be a red-head.'

'Did you call me a willy?'

'Maybe.'

'Am I a sexy willy?'

'Ugh! That sounds pervy.'

'Don't jealous me.'

'You've seen those videos too?'

'Yes.'

'I have changed my favourite song.'

'Really? You are rather fickle.'

'What do you mean, I've liked the same song for one year and six months.'

'Fickle.'

'Shut up,'

'What's your new favourite song now, then?'

'Monster, by Paramore.'

'That's an old song.'

'So? You're thousands of years old, and I still like you more than Tony. In fact, you're my favourite person.' 

Was that too obvious?

'Why thank you.'

'Loki, if your head explodes, I'm not clearing up the mess.'

'Some friend you are.'