It was a peaceful Saturday evening. The sun was setting behind the trees, the sounds of a nearby creek and the calls of birds provided background noise for Loki as he reclined in the upstairs study, reading a book called "Animal Farm". He found it amusing that these animals had decided to start a revolution and claimed that all animals were equal, but some animals were more equal than others.
Lost in a world of power hungry pigs and crows that talked about Sugarcandy Mountain, he was startled when he heard his name bellowed from the lower level of the house where his significant other was supposedly baking sugary confections.
"LOKI! COME QUICK!" Kenzie yelled from the kitchen, having heard the familiar chime of the ice cream truck that was coming down the street. She couldn't contain the excitement and child-like glee from bubbling over as she sprinted to the entryway where her purse and wallet were. Before running outside, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, shouting, "I NEED YOU TO COME NOW!" and then proceeded to run outside to chase down the rainbow-colored vehicle that held deliciously cool treats.
The Asgardian god was panicking as he raced towards the stairs and jumped over the banister, landing on the balls of his feet at the bottom of the stairs. "Kenzie?" he called out, turning into the kitchen. His eyes swept over the pan that was half full of some sort of chocolate mix, the other half still in the mixing bowl. The oven beeped at him, signaling to him that it was ready to bake and it startled him out of his trance as he was trying to process what had happened.
A soft melody of a somewhat familiar nursery rhyme came in through the open windows and he noticed that the front door was cracked open. Deciding to investigate further outside, he summoned one of his favorite knives to have ready if needed.
Loki moved to the door and pushed it open further so that he could peak his head outside to assess the situation. What he wasn't expecting was his girlfriend standing on the side of the road in her "comfy" clothes that consisted of an old holey t-shirt and a pair of precariously short spandex bottoms. No shoes but mismatched socks. Upon further inspection, he realized that she wasn't feeling threatened as she had an enormous smile on her face…that and she was literally bouncing up and down, talking animatedly to the person who stood in a long window on the side of a peculiarly colored vehicle.
Deciding that there was no actual threat, Loki vanished the knife away and stalked forward to where Kenzie was gushing over the colorful stickers on the side of the van.
"It's been years since I've seen an ice cream truck," he heard her giggle.
Sensing his presence, Kenzie turned to face him, urging him forward with an enthusiastic wave of her hand. Despite there not being an obvious threat, Loki proceeded forward with caution, eyeing the woman in the truck, who looked like she was bored and not overly invested in Kenzie comments.
Once Loki was within arm's length of Kenzie, he pulled her protectively into his side, casually putting himself between her and the woman in the vehicle. "Darling," he drawled, "when I heard you yelling for me, I had assumed that something was wrong." He raised an eyebrow at her in inquiry, waiting to see what she had to say in defense for scaring the living daylights out of him.
Kenzie offered him a sheepish smile, ducking her head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. As soon as I heard the music, my mind reverted back to my ten-year-old self that would chase the ice cream truck across the neighborhood. I didn't want you to miss out on your first ice cream truck experience! And she was already halfway down the road when I came running out. I was afraid that if I had waited any longer, she would be gone and you would never know what it was like to get ice cream from the ice cream truck."
Loki was amused by her admission. He looked over the truck, noticing in more detail that the stickers placed haphazardly on the side were actually different products that they were selling. He decided not to question how this ice cream would be any different from the ones you could get at the store because it was clear that this was important to Kenzie.
"Hm, well, if you say it's an experience I must have, then what do you recommend I get?"