Winter Sunshine

Google my mind.

A/N:I have posted more times today, than I have blinked while writing this introduction. To be honest, though, I haven't blinked once. I always win staring contests. Like a boss.

Quote: I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off. -Slim Shady.

Amora was what was wrong. Thanos had done his freaky Jedi-mind shit on her. These are the Avengers you are looking for. Anyway, Thanos had her under his control, minus the torture, and was using her to cause chaos. This was because Loki had retired, and was now The God of Cuddles, Kittens, Hot Chocolate, Youtube and Mischief. Always Mischief. Savannah never told Loki this, by the way. She didn't think he would like being thought of as the God of Kittens, much less Cuddles. Think of his street-cred.

Damn, Savannah really was bad at staying on subject.

Did gods have street-cred? Maybe she should ask Google.

Loki could be the God of Google. Catchy. She'd look that up too.

Google was messed up, she decided. When she'd searched for God of Google, it had given her an article questioning whether Google was God. She hadn't read it, though. That would be tempting fate. And do gods have street-cred? told her that God, like Jesus God, had street-cred.

Cool.

And Steve had said God didn't wear leather. Pfff.

Wait, had she said Jesus God? What about the Holy Trinity? How had she got onto this anyway? Wasn't she talking about Amora? Right, back to Amora.

Amora the Enchantress. Nope, Loki was more interesting.

She was so so so so so so so so boooooooooooooooooooooooooored.

Maybe if she looked up Amora on Wikipedia?

Oh...

Shit, Amora had issues.

Not that she could understand anything Wikipedia said, anyway. If you could understand Wikipedia, you didn't need it. What should she do? The Internet was corrupting her. She made a mental note not to look up thigh on Google in polite company. What was she thinking about?

Nope.

She couldn't remember. Did it have something to do with Dinosaurs and Botox? Or was that yesterday?

Savannah's mind was like one of those weird temple-cave things in Indiana Jones. There was a big labyrinthine maze, with parts crumbling and missing, and if you leaned on a dodgy panel, arrows would come flying out at you. If you stepped on the wrong floor-tile, you fell down a hole, and got chased by a giant round stone that seemed determined to flatten you.

That was a cool analogy. She'd make a mental note to tell Loki. Now she couldn't remember her other mental note.

Great.

Was it to do with body parts? 

Amora. Her memory was hitting her brain with a rip-off Mjolnir.

Oh yeah, the crazy bitch who fancied Loki.

She'd ask him about it later. Right now she wanted hot chocolate and a cuddle.

Actually, she could get both from Loki.

To the Bat-cave. No, that was wrong.

To the Loki-lair!