Very true, legend has it that I burst into dust upon every second kiss that attempts to pass my lips from the same person. Myths can be so harsh. Romance is tough! [ A wink his way says she just made that tall tale up, though.
Dropping strips of bacon into a sizzling pan (she brought her own pans, yes, so organised!) she begins chopping up some chicken and dropping those chunks in too, a drizzle of honey topping the lot. Four eggs are cracked and Loki starts scrambling them up in a bowl with butter, adding a scoop of mayo from one of Dick's jars.
This is going to be a breakfast of the gods or one that sends Dick to meet more when he has a heart-attack after eating it. ]
I used to travel when I was, er, relatively younger. With the Young Avengers, as a matter of fact, and every so often when we weren't kicking our way through the Multiverse we'd stop at a diner and get breakfast. A really American diner, you know the sort? We would skip other meals but breakfast became our own brand of religion.
[ It feels like filling in the silence but in a good way, over-sharing happier memories doesn't make Loki feel weak (not if she circumvents the worst parts). The sunshine peeling through Dick's windows is warm and in his kitchen, as it begins to smell like meat, Loki relaxes considerably. It also has a lot to do with his ease of character, a sweet nature that forgave her inadvertently smashing his stuff. ]
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Dropping strips of bacon into a sizzling pan (she brought her own pans, yes, so organised!) she begins chopping up some chicken and dropping those chunks in too, a drizzle of honey topping the lot. Four eggs are cracked and Loki starts scrambling them up in a bowl with butter, adding a scoop of mayo from one of Dick's jars.
This is going to be a breakfast of the gods or one that sends Dick to meet more when he has a heart-attack after eating it. ]
I used to travel when I was, er, relatively younger. With the Young Avengers, as a matter of fact, and every so often when we weren't kicking our way through the Multiverse we'd stop at a diner and get breakfast. A really American diner, you know the sort? We would skip other meals but breakfast became our own brand of religion.
[ It feels like filling in the silence but in a good way, over-sharing happier memories doesn't make Loki feel weak (not if she circumvents the worst parts). The sunshine peeling through Dick's windows is warm and in his kitchen, as it begins to smell like meat, Loki relaxes considerably. It also has a lot to do with his ease of character, a sweet nature that forgave her inadvertently smashing his stuff. ]