Winter Sunshine

Her birthday

The next day, Loki had a hangover. 

She wasn't surprised.

She was, however, sympathetic. Although she'd never had a hangover in her life,(there wasn't much time for alcohol on the streets) she'd lived with Tony Stark long enough.

So she played nurse-maid.

It was quite fun, actually. She bustled around, checking his temperature, (unnecessary, but still) getting him things to eat, and drink, and catering to his every whim.

After all, no one wanted a bored God of Mischief.

She enjoyed looking after him, and she felt like pinching one of his cheeks, and cooing loudly. (What, he was cute!) However, Savannah liked both of her arms, and she was sure, hungover or not, that Loki could throw her out of a window.

Around about the third hour of nagging, Loki finally went to sleep. His eyes were open, though, and Savannah utilised the oppurtunity to gaze at him.

Especially his torso.

He slept half-naked, (phew!) and his bare chest was showing.

Savannah decided, in that instant, that she had more self-restraint than Banner.

Else she'd have reached out, and run her fingers down his pale body, curling her fingers in his hair, and...

No, Savannah. Naughty thoughts. Bad girl.

After that thought, hundreds of lewd thoughts about Loki spanking her flew into her mind.

Right, no pudding for you. I'm taking  away your internet.

Savannah growled.

 No-one was going to take her internet.

Wait a second, had that conversation just been with herself?

Back to Loki.

And his eyes.

They were [insert appropriate word here]. In fact, they were so [insert appropriate word here], that she couldn't think of any appropriate words to insert.

Maybe she'd just watch him sleep.

'Savannah, do you normally watch people sleep?'

'No.'

'Don't watch me then.'

'But your eyes are distracting me.'

'You are peculiar.'

'They are.'

'Happy Birthday, Savannah.'

'What?'

'I apologise, I thought that November the 17th was your birthday.'

'It is.'

'Then why do you sound so surprised?'

'Just surprised you remembered.'

'There shall be a celebration in two hours.'

'A party?'

'Yes.'

'Why?'

'Is that not what normally happens at one's day of birth?'

'Yes. When's yours?'

'February 9th. Is there a problem?'

'No, it's just that I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was five, that's all.'

'Why not?'

'The Winters were dead, and I was on the streets. Then I was a victim of child-abuse, in a care-home. I was struggling to recover from being tortured, and then my best friend left me to join the army. After that, I just was too busy.'

'I'm sorry, I should have been more empathetic.'

'It's okay. Being expelled from a birth canal is hardly a cause to celebrate. I don't really care, anyway.'

Loki looked incredibly disappointed.

'Oh, Loki, I didn't mean it like that, I only meant that I didn't care that I didn't get birthday presents and stuff. I expected not to. I'm really excited about it.'

And the look on Loki's face could have melted steel with its warmth.

A/N: If you see anything wrong with Winter Sunshine, please leave a comment. I may be amazing, beautiful, etc. but I'm not perfect.

Damn well close, though.