A/N: #dON'T aSK.
'Why are you watching me undress, Savannah?'
'What?'
'I am undressing. While I have little problem with nudity, I am sure that it is rude to stare.'
'Put your clothes on, then.'
'I'd rather not.'
'Get out of my room with your naked self.'
'Don't lie, you love this.'
YESYESYESYES. LOVEITLOVEITLOVEIT.
'No, I don't.'
LIAR.
'Why are you naked?'
'I am a boss.'
'Put your damn clothes on.'
'Don't you prefer me like this?'
YESYESYES.
'No.'
LIAR.
'Loki, put your clothes on.'
'Fine. Spoil-Sport.'
'Ugh! You're so immature.'
'Does immature mean unbearably sexy?'
'No.'
'So, you don't mind if I strip again?'
Savannah threw a pair of her underwear at him.
Oops.
Loki smirked.
'Throwing your underwear at me already? Is that not rather forward?'
Then the underwear disappeared. The thing is, they didn't notice. That was probably because the mutant rabbit that was on Loki's lap (Don't ask) had just bitten him.
The hell?
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