By the Side of the Road [A LOKI FANFIC]

Being Sensible

In which there are jellyfish (duh), Loki is a (sexy) sarcastic fuck, Kenna disobeys orders and things happen. Oh, and there's some farting about.

A/N:Oh, Jesus. I left this until I had two hours to type it up. In my defence, it takes two days to get my hair done, and I was getting my hair done. Once more, Kenna's thoughts are in brackets and italics. And now, for something completely different. 

'Kenna,' Loki says, his tone of voice aptly reflecting his disbelief, 'You never cease to amaze me.'

'I'm gonna take that as a good thing. Do you like 'em?'

'Why did you buy them, anyway?'

'I wanted to, and I could. Plus, I like jellyfish. They're pretty, yet deadly.'

'You should definitely consider writing an animal encyclopaedia,' Loki says, deadpan.

'Shush, you,' she replies, hitting him aggressively over the head with a cushion.

He turns to glare at her, and she grins. And then, unnervingly, a grin of pure mischief spreads across his face. Kenna's eyes widen in a comical sort of horror, and Loki's twinkle with childish glee. Quickly, he dashes to the sofa, picking up a cushion, and hurling it at her. She ducks, the cushion narrowly missing her head and continuing its trajectory into the kitchen, where it bounces harmlessly off of the fridge. Kenna darts forward, grabbing another piece of weaponry, and flings it haphazardly, laughing way too hard to aim properly. Loki throws another, and it hits her square in the chest. She gasps in shock, leaping over the sofa to chase him.

Unfortunately, he realises that he has a better chance of winning the impromptu war if he stands his ground, and with a speed and agility which undermines his height, he firmly grips another cushion, and repeatedly hits her over the head with it until she falls to the ground, laughing helplessly. On the floor, Kenna  gasps for breath, wriggling around with suppressed laughter. Loki stands over her amusedly, laughing almost silently. Suddenly, with lightning speed, Kenna flips up, and throws a cushion at Loki. It hits him in the face, and she nearly collapses laughing again, but regains her composure long enough to throw another one, which also hits its mark. Loki looks at her, playful anger in his eyes and smirk, and she bares her teeth widely, a smile from ear to ear. But Loki lunges forward, and snags her by the leg, pulling her down. She squeals, and pulls free, running as far away from him as she can, leaping over obstacles, and occasionally turning to around to see if he was still gaining on her. He was.

It wasn't her fault, she thinks, somewhat bitterly; his legs were unfairly long. He soon catches her up, and presses her to his (muscly, mmm...) chest, and she can feel, rather than hear, deep chuckles rumbling through his body. She squirms free, and runs away again, wondering when her life became so weird. As mentioned earlier, Kenna keeps turning around, trying to see how close he was. It's during one of these moments, when she neglects to watch where she's going, that she almost runs into the coffee table. Fortunately, she manages to vault over it, and then has to veer sharply to the right to avoid landing on Simba. Her veering to the right means she abruptly loses her balance, and although she's nearly stable again, she then trips over a box in the middle of the floor, (who the fuck put that there?) stumbling straight into a warm wall. Except walls aren't normally warm, and when she looks up, she realises that she's actually just run into a warm Loki.

(Oh, shit)

'Oops,' she says, giggling too hard to breathe properly.

Until she gets her breath back, she decides that the best course of action is just to lean against Loki, who isn't even slightly breathless, the long-legged bastard. Loki sighsat her antics, carefully propping her against a real wall, instead. He then turns around, intending to get a glass of water from the kitchen, and Kenna glares at his back. Just then, an idea, seemingly  from nowhere, pops into her mind.