"Greg."
"Loki, what? It's six in the morning!"
"What is it like needing to sleep for so long? I've been awake since three!
"Loki, you-oh what the hell, stuff sleeping, what is is?"
"I wish to be musical."
"...hmm."
"Greg are you listening?"
"..."
"Greg!"
"Loki why the hell does our bedroom suddenly look like a CONCERT HALL?"
"I wanted to be musical, and you weren't listening, I want an instrument too! John has piano, Sherlock has violin, you have guitar, what can I play?"
"Loki, honey you could have said so earlier, like, yesterday! How about the trumpet?"
"Thor."
"Glockenspiel?"
"No. it goes 'ting' and it's annoying."
"But-"
" No Greg, I'd sound like a fairy."
"Okay..."
"Something with a bow."
"Why?"
"Automatic defence weapon Greg."
"Loki! How many times! Not all long thin things should be used to cause violent death!"
"Please Greg?"
"Viola then. Bigger than Sherlock's Violin, Smaller than my guitar, and-"
"Perfect!"
"Can we sleep now Loki?"
"ummm... yep..."
"What is it now Loki?"
"Thank you Greg."
"You're welcome, love. Now sleep."
"...'kay"