Epic Fail Pizza

"THIS BEITH A TERRIBLE DAY!" Thor yells.

Loki sighs. "Perhaps eating a piece-of would cheer you up.

"What is this piece-of you speak of?" Thor asks, looking confused.

"You knowith not?" Loki asks incredulously. When Thor still looks confused, Loki chuckles. "My brother, a piece-or is a delicacy among mortals. It is a type of bread that is baked with cheese and some form of tomato. At times, there are other toppings as well. It comes in a circle, but you must eat it in triangle-shaped pieces. Therefore, it is called a piece-of.

Thor's eyes are wide. "How can I obtain this piece-of? I MUST HAVE IT!" he yells, slamming his fist on the table.

"Be patient, my brother, and I shall find us some," Loki says.

Thor stands up. "I AM A GOD!" he bellows. "I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BE PATIENT!"

Loki stares back at Thor calmly. "Perhaps you should fight a monster to build up your appetite and leave the talking to me."

"YES!" Thor yells. "I SHALL EMERGE FROM BATTLE VICTORIOUS, THEN FEAST ON PIECE-OF!" He frowns. "Wait, did thou mocketh me?"

Loki smiles. "I shall order the piece-of," he says, then walks away before Thor can respond.

After walking down a few hallways, Loki comes to the room with the telephone. As Loki pulls out the pizza menu, he chuckles. When Odin decided to install an inter-dimensional telephone line, Loki made fun of him to anyone who would listen. Now, however, Loki realizes he was wrong. Not that he'd admit it, of course.

After finding the number on the menu, Loki makes the call.

"Thank you for choosing Pizza Hut! My name is Pizza Guy. What can I get for you?" a voice says.

"Give me a piece-of, mortal!" Loki demands.

Pizza Guy coughs. "Um, did you say you want a pizza?" he asks.

"Yes!" Loki snaps.

"Well then, you've called the right place!" Pizza Guy says enthusiastically. "If you could just give me your phone number, I'll get started on your pizza right away!"

"My phone number? Why do you need that?!" Loki snarls.

"Oh good, it's already in our system!" Pizza Guy cheers. "Is it ###-###-####?"

"Yeah, sure, fine," Loki grumbles.

"Alrighty then!" Pizza Guy says excitedly. "So will this be for pick-up or delivery?"

"Wait, what now?!" Loki asks angrily.

"You can pick the pizza up here, or we can deliver it to where you are," Pizza Guy explains.

"Oh," Loki replies. "Well, planning world domination is exhausting. You can deliver it hers."

"Alrighty then!" Pizza guy chuckles. "I just need your address."

"Azgard," Loki replies.

"Alright, and how is that spelled?" Pizza Guy asks.

"You knowith not?!" Loki exclaims. "Foolish mortal! It is A-Z-G-A-R-D!"

"Ok, let me just type that in, and… it's not showing up. Does your street have another name?"

"Try. Valhalla." Loki says through gritted teath.

"Ok, let me just punch that in and… nope, that's not showing up either. Sir, are you sure you live in Cleveland, Ohio?"

"It's Valhalla!" Loki snaps, losing what little patience he had. "You know, the one and only? Big, huge castle in Azgard? You take a left at the Pegasus stables, and—hello? HELLO?!"

When Loki realizes the pizza guy hung up, he screams in frustration, then slams down the phone.

AN: Hey, if any of you made it to the end feel free to review :) This is my first Fan-Fiction, so I'm sure I can improve. I don't have much of a plot in mind, each chapter will probably be its own mini-story.