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Ugly Sweater
Loki groaned in distaste at the Midgardians and their foolish traditions. The Christmas thing he could deal with, with the old man invading houses and that clearly hexed reindeer, but this was impossible. He scratched his neck, glancing down at the forest green sweater he wore. The Stark man, the only Midgardian without powers that he actually acknowledged, had tossed him the ugly thing and told him to wear it. "Ugly Sweater Day", he had called it. And what an ugly sweater it was…
Loki wore a dark green sweater with a large comically drawn reindeer on it, the hexed one. It was fine at first, but on the hexed reindeer was a bright red light bulb nose. Yes, a light bulb, and yes, it blinked on and off. He growled again at the infernal device, and picked at his black jeans. As usual, the Darcy mortal was running late, most likely on a Poptart spree with his idiotic bro- Thor. Speak of the devil, he thought wryly, as she burst in, two large lattes in hand.
"One venti caramel brulée latte with triple espresso shots, whole milk, extra whipped cream, and extra caramel?" she grinned at him, and he took the drink in thanks. As he took the first sip, he felt something being put on his head. "I'm only supposed to get you a drink that's up to five dollars, but I got you your favorite type." She wiggled her chestnut eyebrows at him, and he glanced in a mirror.
"You see, just as I began to tolerate you…" he sighed. Atop his slicked back black hair was a headband with brown reindeer antlers.
"You still love me, it's okay. I'll get you another latte just like that tomorrow," she bargained.
"Four espresso shots."
"Deal." She finally shrugged off her trenchcoat, and revealed her ugly sweater. "You don't even know," she began, turning around to hang her coat up. The position also gave Loki a nice look at her very nice posteri- mortal Loki. "I have an entire closet full of ugly sweaters," she finished, turning to him and proudly showing off her monstrosity. But it wasn't. Loki's throat ran dry, so he indulged in a very deep sip of coffee.
Darcy wore a sweater similar to his, in a lighter shade of green and with a giant snowman on it. The snowman glittered, but on her, it worked. The sweater managed to show off her hips and impressive bu- mortal Loki. She also pulled out her own headband, her's with a brown top hat and flashing lights. "What do you think?" she twirled around, his throat drying again.
"Ugly, like all the others," he lied. The badly-spun fabrication tasted false even on his lips. He indulged in yet another deep sip of his very sugary, coffee-y, and milky latte. He then spent the other five hours he spent with her on convincing himself that she was still an unimportant mortal.
FIN
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