Bored

Caramel Craving

"Just an ice cream machine? JUST AN ICE CREAM MACHINE???" he yelled, dramatic and drustrated. She could see his magic flickering up green again.

„Chill!", she yelled back, „There are other shops around in the area!" if you didn't leveled them, too! She added in her thoughts.

„Woman! This ist the fifth! THE FIFTH!! They are all broken! All I want is ice cream and extra caramel sauce! This is a miniscule wish for a god to ask!"

She breath in. She breathed out.

Damn, if she had known Loki would become OBSESSED with her also favorite ice cream, she would have never offered him to also buy him a cup.

I was so naive. I was thinking: what could go wrong? Well, casting a small ragnarok onto earth, too, THAT could go wrong!

Well, too late now. And it's not like she didn't understand his rage. Cravings like this are a serious nuisance. In his place, she would flipped her shit at the third place.

„Look, I understand you! The caramel sauce is really great! And you have been really patient with these imbeciles who denied you your favorite flavor! You have been even more patient then I would have been, and I really appreciate that! This was really kind and generous of you! And I know, you are actually a very benevolent god who only wants best for his peasents, right?"

Hopefully she got him down soon. The adrenaline was wearing off, and she felt she was losing concience in a nearer future than she expected.

Silence. She took it as an agreement and wanted to continue, when she heard a „And, what's your point" back.

„Well, would a benevolent god level down a whole part of a city and destory the homes of people who are neither involved in the mismanagement of a business, nor the malfunction of their equipment?"

Patience. Patience was her friend. Just a little bit more.

There was again silence, and a lot quiter: „I guess not..." echoed back.

„Look," she continued, trying to keep her might straight, „How about you revert the damage with your godly power, and we go home, and make the ice cream by ourself! I might need a bit of your skillful magic to make it taste to your divine tastebuds."

„It's not the same without the caramel!" he pouted.

„They don't need a damn ice cream machine for the hot caramel sauce!" she countered

„Fair Point!" he said in a normal volume, as he appeared right in front of her, „Why are you so much like my mother?"

She sighed after a short moment of thinking: „Because, I guess, this is what I would have wanted my mother to be like." She took a breath to let the vertigo pass. „She must be a great mother to you!"

„She was." He responded, in a melancholic tone, „Anyway, where did you get these injuries?"

„Who, again, started to yell in anger and then let go of a wave of green magic, again? Hint: it wasn't the Hulk!"

He grinned, and wanted to respond, but got cut off by her: „DON'T!"

„Alright! I just wanted to ask if I shall include in my green magic repairing waves!"

„That would be very kind, thank you very much! Especially since I need both hands to make ice cream!"

When his green magic hit her, and she watched to area return to its previous state, the pain vanished.

It was a weird day in just another universe, where a bored custper service support girl and a run-away Loki variant hat met each other a year before, by accident and a crime still in action.

I guess she thought while she watched the scenery return to the state she was used seeing, this is what I get housing a Loki variant out of boredom.