Winter turned, lips pulled back slightly a likable sort of grin to the man entering her doorway. "I've just been in here, laughing like a mad woman, and no one's come to see why." She started silkingly, "I must have the entire place thinking I'm so mad I shall devour them whole if they so much as entered." Winter grinned wider to herself, eyes flashing with laughter. Her long white hair twisted into her beautiful features as she shifted in the plainly uncomfortable chair, the room about her consisting of a total of two of such chairs, a desk, a vanity, and finally a bookshelf.

As was quite typical of Asgard inns, you see.

"Yes, Yayl mentioned something along those lines." The dark haired man answered sarcastically as he nodded his head out the doorway. Where just down the hall, Yayl spoke with a vast array of people, as were the tasks of an Innkeeper. "Why ARE you laughing constantly?" Loki inquired curiously, folding his hands behind his back absently, comfortably standing in the doorway.

"Two words." Winter answered with a smug sort of smile spilling across her features mischievously.

"Fan." Winter held up one finger in a raised hand, counting out the words deliberately slow, "Fiction." She finished, as if that answered all questions the clueless man could have ever inquired about.

Loki raised both eyebrows interestedly, "Had too much to drink, I see."

"Nonsense!" Winter waved a hand, adjusting in her seat eagerly, "It's a real thing!" She elaborated, eyes resting upon him for a long moment as if she expected some marvelous reaction. Receiving nothing but a skeptical look, she let out a hefty sigh, "But, hell, you wouldn't know, seeing as you hardly ever go to Earth." She admitted sulkily. "That's the trouble with Asgard, no one seems to understand much on the subject of Earth and it's countless references." Winter continued, resting her booted feet upon the base of the chair, much like a crow does upon landing.

"Midgard." Loki corrected shortly, a bored look upon his features at the mere mention of the rather bland place.

"Gesundheit." Winter nodded her head punctually, swiping downward upon a gleaming device in her hand. Her phone was, in her opinion, a rather intricate feat in of itself. It was set, minute to minute to Midgard, and in particular, a single site. No small feat, she noted to herself as she scrolled absently through a few more fanfictions from some random subject (ah, had she forgotten already?)

"Why would I travel to Midgard? What do they have that I would desire?" Loki gave her a skeptical look, formal to the very stature.

"Mindset of a Asgardian, I have to say." Winter shot at him over the top of the phone, before resting the device upon the cluttered desk of random objects, "Regardless," She continued, lying a hand upon her heart dramatically, "Teacher Winter shall elaborate upon this confusing subject for you, your highness." She mocked a curtsy flourish from where she sat, grinning widely before continuing scholarly, "Fanfiction is a written story taking the characters from one story humans have seen, and starting a whole new written piece about them. Often," Winter chuckled softly, "In hilarious circumstances."

"Sounds dull." Loki answered smartly, "Don't they have something better to do?"

"No, no this is pretty much it." Winter nodded thoughtfully, "This, some work, some school, some sleep. It's an eventful life, I'm told." Shrugging playfully, Winter shot Loki a knowing look, "Besides, you think anything that doesn't have anything to do with you is dull."

"This is true." He acknowledged with a charming sort of grin. Winter shot him an exaggeratedly bored look, complete with head roll as she shortly stuck out her tongue at him, "Well, good news for you then, because there's a fair deal about Asgard on here." She motioned to the phone upon the cluttered desk. The desk itself was piled so high with random artifacts that in a mere mentioning of itself, it took to speaking quite loudly, doing so by dropping a small amount of trinkets onto one another.

"And just how did the Midgardians manage that?" Loki narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but couldn't hold up the hostile appearance for long, as he was quite simply, to appreciative of a good trick.

"Give me SOME credit." Winter waved a dissmissive hand as if they spoke of silly, childish matters, "Found a good writer, 'borrowed' her, brought her here. Showed her about a bit, lurked in some corners. It was 'awesome' I am told."

"How did you manage her past Heimdall?"

"I've long since given up on sneaking things past that man." Winter admitted with a thoughtful shrug, "Pretty sure he has x-ray vision, to be honest, so you may want to wear another layer when you're traveling." Winter jokingly cautioned with a stern finger shake before a grin spread across her features, "He was in on it." She finished obviously.

Loki raised both eyebrows, surprise written across his face, but hell, who could really say? She knew of at least two games where he'd attempt to deceive using mere expressions alone, and truthfully, he often won. "And he let her in?" He inquired.

"Why shouldn't he?" Winter frowned, "She's no threat," She assured with an innocent smile, "I told him she was my guest here, and I'd keep an eye on her. No harm, no foul."

"Midgardians do not belong on Asgard." He scolded, actually believing himself, apparently. Ah, the division between Asgardians and Midgardians was beyond her. Truthfully, they were all aliens, even if one WAS a bit more 'advanced' than the other.

Though, to be fair, she couldn't rightfully say one was more 'advanced' if they walked about with spears, sticks, and swords to defend themselves.

"Oh, shut your sarcastic face." Winter scolded jokingly, "Most of the stuff here's about you, anyway. She's put up a fair deal in the past few hours." Winter raised the phone tantalizingly, the screen adorn with an infinate number of words tempting the eye. "Don't even act like you don't want to read it.." She teased sing songingly.

"Is there more about me than Thor?" Loki peered interestedly at the flickering screen.

"Hundreds more." Winter confided daringly.

"She does have good taste," Loki admitted, stepping into the room further, "I am intrigued to see what her depiction of me is."

"Nice excuse." Winter smirked, scrolling through the pages upon the small, smooth device's bright screen, "Pull up a chair," Winter informed him with a smart look over top of the device, a smile upon her lips, as she tapped softly a story marked, 'A Sweet Taste'

"This'll take a while."

- Author's Notes -

Here's how this is going to work. If you have a fanfiction idea / prompt you'd like to send me, do so through pm. I will NOT, however, accept short excerpts from fake fanfictions for this story. Simply because Loki and Winter will be VERY cruel and humorous towards it, and I don't care if you've consented to that or not, I just don't feel comfortable with it.

These characters are from Same Story Different Fools, but this is a stand alone, one shot series that's basically designed to make you laugh. Nothing else. But hey, if you want a real story, go check out Same Story Different Fools, I'd really appreciate it.

Finally, again, these are NOT accurate depictions of fanfictions, (of course!) PLEASE do not treat them as such! These 'fanfictions' are for comedic effect ONLY, and as a fanfiction writer myself, I know how much time and effort goes into each and every writing piece. This is NOT meant to be offensive!

I do not own Thor, if I did, we'd have seen Loki without a shirt by now. I do own Winter, though.