I was able to write at least something during my vaction, and this is it. Note, Loki and Nat are very OOC and they're absolutely 100% ADD, So yeah.. continue on, but beware.. for you have been warned.Loki was sitting across from Natasha. His elbows were resting on his knees, bent over. She had her legs crossed and her arms folded.

"I hate you." She said plainly.

"I know." Loki smiled deviously.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her head to one side. "Is there a name for assholes like you?"

"It's called frost giant, purely from Jotunheim my dear." He said all suave-like and leaned back some.

Natasha gave him her, 'I'm unimpressed' look. "Look, I don't know how long we'll be down here.. but know this. If you try anything.. I won't hesitate to sever your genitals."

Loki gave a goofy rape face, "Yeah? Well what if I'm into that kinda thing?"

Natasha facepalmed, "You're hopeless."

Loki smiled again, chuckling as he looked her over.

"Stop looking at my boobs."

"Sorry."

"They're on display for a reason, and that reason hasn't a single thing to do with you.. little god of mischeif."

"Well I am famous about that, and surely live up to my reputation." He waggled his eyebrows. "And i'm not nearly 'little'.. I AM a frost giant afterall."

"Yeah, a puny frost giant. Thor says those things are massive and you.. you're pretty small. Both ways."

"Touche."

Natasha sneered, "Go make me a sandwich."

"No."

"NOW. I want a damn sandwich."

"We're in the middle of nowhere, how can I make you a sandwich when all there is are walls and dust? What, would you like a dust sandwich, that can be arranged." Loki joked.

"You are such an asshole."

"Yup."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She looked at him now with a shine in her eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that, it's scaring me." Loki blinked and looked a bit taken back.

"Why? Is it.. distracting?" She taunted.

"Actually, yes. It is.." He admitted with a faltering look about him.

"Good." She sneered again.

"Can I touch your bo-"

"No." She said flatly. No need to finish the sentence, the answer is no. Always no.

"Why not?" He pressured.

"Because you're an asshole, and you're narcissistic, and you're evil, and you dress like a girl, and you laugh at inappropriate times, and especially.. because your hair is gay."

"But I like my hair." He reached up and felt it with a look of worry on his face.

"There's no account for taste, is there?"

"You're horrible." He said with a whimper to his voice.

"You know, I was only going to ask to touch your bowling ball.. right?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Likely story." She rolled her eyes.

"Meh.. it was worth a shot anyway."

"Can I call you the black window?" He asked suddenly.

"Provided I can call you Hoki Poki Loki in return." She turned the tables.

"Now you see, this is why we can't have nice things. It's because my hair is black isn't it?" He accused her of blatant racism on the spot.

She just rolled her eyes, "Black window.. what the hell were you thinking? Window? Really?" She complained.

"Yeah, and well you surely didn't give me anything better. I mean honestly.. what in midguard is a Hoki Poki?"

"A dance, and I'll teach it to you when we get out of here." She nodded.

"I love dancing." Loki said with a dreamy look about his eyes.

"We know, Loki.. we all know."

"I.." He started.

"I love you." She added randomly, standing up in unison with him and running into his arms.

"I know." He smiled and held her close.

Fin.

Don't ask. It came to me randomly. I love you guys. You keep me insane and I love it.