Breasts and Games (Don't Ask)

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  • Dedicated to shitballs
                                    

'Jesus, fuck, Loki! What the holy shitballs?' Savannah shrieked.

Loki was standing in front of her, as a woman.

Dafuq.

'Steve, whose breasts are better?' Loki asked Steve.

Steve eyes went wide, and he looked like he was going to faint.

'Loki, that's not fair, poor Steve's a virgin.'

'So are you.'

'Touche, but Steve has morals.'

'Fair point.'

'Anyway, if we're going to do a boob contest, we need Tony.'

'Tony hates me.'

'He doesn't need to know it's you.'

'Fine.'

'Hey Tony.'

Tony looked up.

'Hey 'Vannah, who's your friend?'

'Valkryie.'

'Cool.'

'Whose boobs are better?'

'What?'

'Out of me and Valkryie, who has better boobies?'

'Valkryie.'

'Dammit, Loki, can't you let me win once?'

'Loki?' Poor Tony looked horrified.

'Yes Stark?'

'Shit! '

'Do you prefer this form?'

Tony was too shocked to answer.

'C'mon, Loki, stop traumatising people, and change back.'

'No.'

'If you don't, I'll sit on you.'

Valkryie disappeared, and was replaced by a scowling Loki.

'I win.'

'Shut up, boobs aren't everything.'

'Yes they are.' Tony said.

Savannah turned to glare at him, and then Loki came up behind her.

He draped his arms around her neck, rested his head on her shoulder, and murmured-

'Let's play hide-and-seek.'

Then he disappeared.

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