Winter Sunshine

Impossibly Perfect.

Loki sat on the edge of his bed. He'd left, after Savannah had ensured he wasn't in any actual pain.

It was embarrassing, actually. To have so little self-control, over his own body. He was mulling over this new depressing fact when there was a knock at the door.

'Loki, if you don't let me in now, I'll get Thor to break down the door, and then I'll sit on you.'

He was vaguely worried at this, and then he realised that he'd magicked the door. 

Nothing could get in.

Then Savannah teleported into his lap. She stood up hurriedly, dusting herself down, and blushing slightly.

'Sorry about that, I didn't realise I would end up there.'

'How did you get in?' Loki was breathless again.

'Ravennha let me in.'

'But I magicked the door.'

'Not my problem.'

'You are impossible, Savannah.'

'Of course, how can anything this perfect be possible?'

'I said that.'

'Yes, but I said it better.'

'How?'

'I have boobs.'

'That's a rubbish excuse.'

'No, it's not. Ask Tony who said it better.'

'Tony hates me.'

'Clint, then.'

'Clint tolerates me.'

'Thor.'

'Thor's in Asgard.'

'So I win by default.'

'Doesn't work like that.'

'Fine, Steve.'

'Done.'

So they walked out of the room, and to the kitchen, where Steve was cooking.

'Steve,' Savannah asked, 'We need you to judge something for us.'

'Not again.'

'Yes, again.'

Steve sighed, 'What is it?'

'Who says it better, me or Loki?'

'Says what better?'

'Of course not, how can anything this perfect be possible?' Loki said.

'Well, duh, how can anything this perfect possibly be possible?' Savannah said.

'Loki.' Steve said.

'Not fair,' Savannah whined, 'How comes he always wins?'

'Because I am infinitely superior.'

'Well I have boobs, don't I Steve?'

Steve flushed bright red, and was about to say something, when a figure out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

'My breasts are bigger than yours, Savannah.'

Savannah turned around in horror.