Winter Sunshine

Kill it! Kill it with Fire!

After Loki had disposed of the rabbit, (he sent it to Stark's underwear drawers) he turned to Savannah.

'Something is very wrong.'

'It's the bloody leprechauns again.'

'Are you sure?'

'Are you sexy?'

'What?'

'Loki, are you blushing?'

'No.'

'In that case, I think you have a cheek infection.'

'Did you just say what I thought you said?'

'Depends.'

'On what?'

'What did you think I said?'

'You know.'

'Do I?'

'Savannah, I'm supposed to be the elusive one.'

'No, you're the inherently irritating stubborn little shitbag.'

'Back to shitbag?'

'Yes. It suits you.'

'How?'

'You're full of shit.'

'Ouch.'

'What are we going to do?'

'About what?'

'The leprechauns.'

'We need to destroy them all.'

'How?'

They looked at each other, and simultaneously said-

'Kill it! Kill it with fire!'

Then they burst out laughing, until Loki got hiccups.

'Any questions?' He hicupped.

'One.'

'What is it?'

'Can I have some hot chocolate before we go to Ireland?'

'No.'

'Please?'

'No.'

After a few seconds, Loki groaned.

'Fine, but hurry up.'

Savannah smirked.

Loki wasn't the only one with a puppy-dog look.