On With the Krishki!
Disclaimer: KrishnaLan belongs to PhantomHeiress, Loki belongs to Marvel so don't try anything funny!
Read Black Feathers and you'll understand the concept of this story, I'm sorry if I don't make this humorous enough!
CHAPTER ONE: BLACK FEATHERS
Loki was pacing. Again. It was amazing really, how much these new boots didn't scuff the floor. At all. Not like the last time he had paced. Shuddering a little, Loki thought about what he could do to get rid of KrishnaLan's obnoxious behavior.
Since terrorizing the guards (or just that particular one) became Krish's favorite pastime, Loki had been getting all sorts of complaints from Thor, Fandral, Odin, the guard's partner, even an old woman. It turned out that the old woman was the guard's grandmother, who was sick of her grandson spotting Krishna, automatically scream, and dive for cover. Loki would have sniggered, but the elderly lady would probably have whacked him with her cane.
Scowling, Loki looked up and promptly fell onto his butt. Staring in amazement, he raised a hand, took a good look at it, and shrieked: "KRISHNALAN!" He even screamed in CAPS Lock.
Outside the room, a blur known as KrishnaLan ran past the guards, stopped, and backtracked. The mentally-scarred guard was shaking. How cute. Krish looked at him seriously, before placing a hand on his shoulder. "I will always-" she started to intone solemnly. Loki burst out of the doors and the guard yelped before running for his life. Krish sighed and placed both hands on her hips. "Do you have any idea-"
"Krishna. What. Did. You. Do. To. ME?" Loki said angrily.
"Gotta go, see ya." Krish said to the remaining guard and Loki, running off into the hallway. Loki almost caught up with her but then she smirked and disappeared.
"HOW DOES SHE DO THAT!" Loki tore at his hair.
Krishna snickered. Very quietly, mind you. She didn't want to get caught by Loki. Currently, she was hanging from a beam in the ceiling that was so out of place Krish wondered why she hadn't seen it before. She liked out-of-place things. Like the vase she had accidentally broken. Loki was lurking around on the ground (Krishna smirked at her rhyme) with a sulky look on his face. A bare pigeon landed next to her, cocked its head, and proceeded to let drop a feces bomb onto Loki's shoulder.
Krish face palmed. Why did it seem like the bird had it out for her? Sure, she had 'borrowed' a 'few' feathers from the pigeon for her little prank, but in her defense it was for a good cause. The pigeon should have felt honored.
Down below, Loki stiffened as he felt something wet and distinctly smelly hit his shoulder. And he was wearing his favorite (more) casual outfit, too. Looking up, he shrieked when he saw Krishna's face inches away from his.
Dropping to the floor, Krish laughed hysterically at him. Then, as soon as she began to sober up, she would peek over at him and giggle once more. After a while, Loki simply began trying to pick out the feathers from his arms. He really didn't think his comment about the black feathers had deserved this much punishment, but who knew how Krishna's mind worked.
"Krishna. Will you remove the feathers now?" Loki dared to ask as she calmed down. Slightly.
"No." Was her immediate response. "Not until you bake me a chocolate cake with frosting and sing me the birthday song."
A furious debate and a few punches as well as some shanking threats later, Loki grudgingly made his way to the kitchens with Krish in tow, smirking up at him. At least he didn't need to sing the damned 'birthday song', whatever that was.