This is for "Just A Little Birdy", who gave me the idea of the name Eidolon and I wanted to write a story where Olli actually picks up that name.

And also for "Cori the freak-of-naure" who gave me the idea for Olli's new powers. Thanks to both of you!

It's more of a parody / crack thing, and really random, so be warned xD

What's in a name?

"Where is the nutella?"

That was how this whole miserable episode started. Well, technically it started with telling your boyfriend / fiance that you wanted a cat. But he had said if you wanted someone to snuggle, he was right there, so you dropped the topic. That had been the day before and you had a bad feeling.

No, the day really started when you came into the kitchen and Thor was loudly announcing he couldn't find the nutella and that bothered him. It also bothered Sam, Wanda, Clint, Tony, Steve, Natasha, and last but not least you. If even a God freaks out about a missing nutella jar, that got to mean something. After a search of ten minutes the kitchen was a mess, Vision had stopped by to ask if they had been attacked, and no nutella anywhere. So you grudgingly drew straws who had to make his way to the nearest supermarket. Since Pietro was off on a mission with Rhodey, he was not available and you didn't want to call him from where ever he was right now for something so ridiculous. You would have drawn a straw as well (although you were always really grumpy without breakfast and not really in the mood to walk all the way to a supermarket), but when it would have been your turn, Tony pulled the last one and got the shortest. Sighing, he started off, not missing to call back: "And clean up here!"

You shook your head and began to stuff everything back in its proper cupboard. That only worked because you were so good at Tetris. The others didn't notice you until Clint bumped into you on accident and you scared the heck out of everybody. Then everything went on like it normally would, just with one more visible person. You still hadn't made real progress on your so-called ability. You just had started to be consciously aware of it and used it instead of letting everything just happen like it happened.

So the day began with the disappearance of a maxi jar of nutella and ended up with you being trapped in a HYDRA base.

After Tony had returned and everybody had gotten his or her well-deserved breakfast, you had gone over to the New Avengers Facility. Erik and Helen were still running tests every third or so day, without real results. By now everybody called it the Olli mystery and it was just as awkward as it sounded. The only real breakthrough was the insight that you were not invisible. A young student from S.H.I.E.L.D. academy had figured it out when you bumped into him and spilled coffee everywhere: People just ignored you. They found something more interesting to look at and avoided you without noticing. It only went wrong if you stepped directly in their way, as it had happened this morning when you thought you would be faster to cross the kitchen than Hawkeye.

You entered the lab and sat down on the chair that looked like a dentist's. The plan was that you should consciously try to become visible, without needing to make any announcement of your presence. So far, it had never worked. You sighed internally. You should have thought of bringing a book, but that would probably defeat the purpose of this exercise. Maybe you could slip out and get one? It was not that anyone would notice.

You wanted to bake nutella cookies for Sam's birthday. Now that you had nutella again that shouldn't be a problem, but so far you had not found a single decent recipe. After your training you should google that a bit more.

You concentrated one last time on not blending in with the background. There was a twitchy feeling in your belly, not yet painful, just on the verge. Then suddenly, you crashed on the floor. You hit your head and saw stars for a moment. Groaning, you got up. Your vision was swimming, otherwise you could not explain why it would look like your body was sticking out of the chair's foot. The sight didn't go away. You hastily crawled out under the chair and scrambled up. You had fallen off and hit your head. That was the only explanation. You could not possibly have fallen through the chair. That was not possible, at least not for you.

"Hi. I take it you're Agent Oliver?" You yelped and spun. The man in front of you was not so much bigger than you, especially since you were used to people like Steve and Thor. He had curly dark hair, tanned skin and warm, friendly eyes. You recognized the face from the media, and of course from your files.

"Bruce Banner," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you." You managed to shake his hand. You were spending time with the Avengers on a daily basis, but damn it, you turned into a little fangirl anyway.

"Hi," you got out. "Olli Maximoff." Soon to be, at least. Pietro was of the fast sort, so that shouldn't take much longer.

"The big surprise from filing." He smiled at you. The last thing you had heard was that they had found the abandoned Quinjet. Now that you were on active duty you somehow got to know a lot less than you had in your old position. Funny, if you thought about it.

"Erik and Helen asked me to take a look at their data. It's really extraordinary. I've never heard of anything similar."

"I get that a lot," you mumbled.

"But you don't believe it."

You got two chairs and sat down facing each other. "See, okay, people don't see me for some reason, but I only need to slip or say something to myself, and I become totally obvious."

"For a limited time," he added.

You shrugged. "Yeah. But only because they turn their attention away. I've never actually faced an enemy or anything. What good is that for except for pranking people who won't kill me afterwards? I can't even control it."

"You can learn to. I could see you when I came in."

"I fell off the chair," you admitted, blushing. Super important person here and you behaved like a whiny idiot. Good job, Oliver.

Banner smiled and shook his head. "You fell through the chair. Tell me, what were you thinking at that moment?"

You blinked. You hadn't imagined that? Uh-oh. "Uhm... I wanted to be visible. Tried not to blend in with the rest."

He thought that over for a moment. "Do you know why we normally don't fall through things? Like doors or the floor?"

What kind of question was that? "Because the electrical, uh, force of our atoms repel the door's atoms?"

"Very roughly, yes." He changed the topic. "Do you know George Orwell's 1984? Big Brother has three pillars of ideology in this novel."

What?! You had read the book twice, a few years back. The question was what that had to do with anything. "War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength."

"Ignorance is strength," he repeated. "Your strength, to be exact. Erik's data was very interesting. He assumes your talent is based on a low-level psychic field that makes others ignore you. That would mean your talent is related to Wanda's mind manipulation. But the test results indicate little more than the usual background noise and such a weak field would not be able to cause something on this scale. It's a field of some sort, but none we understand yet."

You nodded while still trying to process this. It was more or less what you already knew, only started with an analogy and ended with a new thesis. He probably had a point. He was the scientist, and a really great one at that. If not for your little incident of falling through a chair you would probably freak out about meeting him.

"I believe this goes further. As you said, the atoms repel each other. The floor's atoms basically tell your foot "I was here first" and exerts force so both stay in place. At the same time our atoms need to stick together, otherwise we would just fall apart."

You nodded, without seeing the point. Judging from his excitement, this had to be a biggie. Ghosts went through objects. It was a common thing in fantasy or sci-fi novels. But this was not a novel and you were no ghost. Although Rhodey and Sam were still discussing your Avengers name and this was one of the favorites.

"But what if your atoms stay together, but let's say the wall just ceased to acknowledge your existence. You can slip through like you could through a sand stream."

"That doesn't sound very scientific," you joked weakly. It couldn't really cover that the thought scared you. What if the space decided to stop ignoring you in the middle of a wall. You couldn't even control it. Did that mean you could just fall through the floor?

"So why did I land on the floor? I should have slipped through like through the chair, right?"

"Wanda can see you when others can't, right? Maybe it depends on the object."

"Awesome," you murmured.

"We can work on controlling it," Bruce promised you. "It is not impossible." Well, he had to know. You wanted to thank him as Pietro sped in the room and came to an abrupt halt in front of you. He looked at you in a slightly weird way, then said. "Meeting in five minutes, we got a situation." Then he had already picked you up and set down in the HQ. After a few seconds, your blood started to rush, a bit too late of course.

"What were you talking about?", Pietro asked.

"Oh, Bruce had a look over Erik's files. He thinks he will solve this so called mystery and teach me how to control my powers."

"And will he?"

"I doubt it. So far, everyone thought that. I suppose that's how they stay motivated."

Pietro sat down and you snuggled up to him while you waited for the others to arrive. He kissed your neck and his stubble tickled your skin. You giggled. After you were not alone anymore you turned it down a notch. You were professionals, after all. But you didn't leave his arms.

"You saw me immediately when you came in," you said in a questioning tone.

"Plain as day, love. I told you the training would work. Hey, did you already decide on a name?"

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks for saying 'already'. Hi, I'm Olli. Nice to meet you." You stuck out your hand defiantly. Pietro looked adorably disappointed. You laid your head against his neck. "If everyone could stop this stupid name crap, that would be great."

"You need one," he insisted. You shrugged and let it go. Tony Stark arrived as the last, just flying through the open window and stepping out of his suit. Steve had just been jogging and made his way back in the shortest time possible. Everybody looked pretty much like he had dropped everything to come here as fast as possible. What might be that important?

Fury stood on the podium in front of the entrance. "About time. We intercepted communications from a HYDRA base in Italy. They were talking about perfecting something. Probably a weapon. As far as we know, they only have blueprints yet. You'll find a map of the place on the board computers of the Quinjets. We need to retrieve it before they can turn the plan into reality."

You raised your hand. "Yes, Olli?" It was so disturbing to be seen immediately you almost forgot what you had wanted to ask.

"What does it do?"

"There's a shitload of rumors, but we have absolutely no idea." Well, that was just great, right? You leaned against Pietro. Like this you could stay forever, warm and comfortable. Perfect. Wanda shot you a confused glance and you explained the whole thing, what had happened, and what Bruce had told you. She nodded, but her expression was grim. Incredible to think that you had been more or less enemies only half a year ago and she wanted to shatter your mind with nightmares.

"We need to lay low," Fury explained. "The authorities won't be too happy about SHIELD interfering with them. About that, Rhodes, Maximoff, any comments?"

Right. What had been their mission anyway? "Nothing special," Rhodey said.

"There was somebody else," Pietro interrupted. "I didn't see him, but there was somebody before us. The guards were talking about a theft."

"You mean he was faster than you?", Sam mocked him. Laughter.

"You didn't see that coming?", Clint added with a grin.

"Ladies, you have time for that later," Fury interrupted. "So somebody's been stealing HYDRA technology?"

"A rogue, maybe?", Natasha proposed. "Somebody like the twins. Was he or she already gone when you arrived?"

"Looked like it," Pietro said, shrugging his shoulders.

"One more reason to hurry," the director said. "Off your asses, everyone!"

Half an hour later you sat in the Quinjet with the twins, Clint, Natasha and Steve. The others were in the second jet. At least you didn't have to listen to Sam and Rhodey again. Every time they saw you they only knew one topic and that was going on your nerves. At the moment you were painfully obvious. You had been used to being a shadow your whole life. It made you uncomfortable.

Pietro was staring out of the window, probably itching to run again, and everybody else seemed busy.

"When you made me visible to everyone, how did you do that?", you whispered to Wanda.

She searched for words and eventually only managed to describe it in a mixture of English and Sokovian. "I made the others subconsciously search for you. They didn't know, but like that they would spot you the moment they saw you."

"So it didn't affect me directly," you murmured. "Hey, does anyone have a spare communicator?" Clint gave you his and you retreated to the furthest corner of the jet, with Wanda to stand guard. Bruce seemed confused and a bit worried. You could see Helen and Erik bustling in the background.

"Bruce. Help," you said instead of a greeting. "My abilities are gone. Everybody can just see me. It's horrible." You tried to keep calm, so the sentences came out rather cut off and flat. "Without my powers, I'm completely useless. It's not like when Wanda did this. We're good. But my powers don't work. Since that chair thing." You noticed you started babbling and shut up.

"First off, calm down. You don't help anyone like this." You took a deep breath and actually felt a bit better. You were not alone. Your fiance (who was currently sleeping while Natasha tried to get Clint off the idea of testing his drawing skills on the speedster) was there, and your friends.

"You are not used to having to activate your powers consciously, right?", Bruce asked. You nodded. Normally you automatically faded into the background, if you wanted to or not. That was all you wanted right now. Talking to the others was a nice thing, but you wanted to decide when to yourself, not when somebody saw you. If was comfortable.

"Why do they fail now of all times?", you asked miserably. It had only been a rhetorical question, but Bruce answered.

"Maybe you used too much energy passing through that chair."

"I'm not tired," you stated. Bruce frowned and nodded. He waved at somebody off screen. A moment later, Erik and Helen joined him.
"Hi. Is there a problem?", Erik asked.

"It seems like the future Mrs. Maximoff's powers have forsaken her. My guess would be she exhausted herself after passing through solid matter for the first time -"

Helen shook her head. "Impossible. The process is passive. From what ever it is fueled, it is not her. Otherwise it could not hold on 24/7. Are you tired?"

"No," you answered. "What do I do now? The others rely on me."

Erik and Helen were already throwing around terms she could not understand in the background. Bruce looked at them and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "I suppose you should stay in the Quinjet then. We'll figure this out."

"Yeah," you murmured. Awesome. Now you had to tell everybody the only thing giving you the right to be here had gone out of control or just disappeared. "Thanks."

"Arriving in five minutes," Steve called from the front. Five meant more like three. He always misjudged that. Or he did it on purpose, you weren't sure.

"Olli, the others told me you were searching for a code name," Bruce said. You would have liked to slam your head against the next wall. Now he was starting with that too? It was about time this got resolved, if you wanted or not. "That must be annoying for you. But I had to think about the word Eidolon. It means a ghost or apparition of a person. Sounds a bit more fancy than just ghost I thought."

"Thanks," you sighed. You broke the connection and tossed Clint the device. He was already done preparing. Pietro was still sleeping, but at least without any "decoration". You shook him and he shot up, looking around wildly. "What? Did I miss something?"

Wanda smirked enigmatically. Pietro looked at you for confirmation of whatever he thought, but you only shrugged your shoulders and kissed his cheek.

"What? What?", he asked. A bit like an incredibly adorable yapping dog.

You felt the Quinjet touch the ground. What were you doing, fooling around like that? The others didn't even know the situation had changed yet. "Nothing. We're messing with you."

"Who did you call?", he asked. You frowned.

"Are you jealous?" He shook his head, but didn't meet your eyes. You sighed and put your arms around his neck to kiss him. "Don't be silly. Bruce is checking into the mystery of my powers, just like Helen and Erik." You ruffled his beautiful silver-black hair. "Besides, what do you think of Eidolon as a name?"

He didn't have the time to answer you.

"Pietro, you're helping us clean up the fields. Wanda, Olli, you enter the castle. You're the only ones who can go unseen," Steve told you while walking out. Clint and Natasha were already outside, scanning the environment.

"Uh... guys?", you said, but it was already too late. You put in your earpieces. Pietro squeezed his sister's hand and kissed you on the forehead.

"You two be careful, da?" A silver-blue swirl and he was gone.

"The shield is disarmed," Tony informed them. "No movement on the castle and no heat signatures inside. The scanner doesn't get through to the basement."

The castle was ancient, and beautiful. It lay on a natural hill, a bit eroded by time, the brown stones washed up, but everything still recognizable. Hopefully, nothing would happen to change any of that. Like a fight with heavy artillery like Strucker's base in Sokovia.

"Olli, Wanda, are you ready?", Natasha asked. "Should I come with you?"

No, I'm everything but ready. "No need to. We're fine." Wanda raised an eyebrow at you and you shrugged our shoulders. No helping it now. Maybe your powers came back if you actually did something with them. If not, there were about ten superheroes around, including a god. That should be enough.

Wanda and you climbed the stairs to the path running over the castle walls. There was no one to be seen, not a single enemy. It was quiet. "Why is nobody here?", Wanda asked. "It's empty." She was listening for the thoughts of an enemy and found nothing. In the direct vicinity was nobody except for you.

"It has to be a trap," Thor said.

"Wanda, Olli, don't you want to come back?", Pietro asked nervously.

"Don't be silly," his sister replied. "We're going to check inside." You found a door on the west side. It was locked. Wanda laid her hand on the doorknob and after a moment it clicked open. You looked up and saw Rhodey, Sam, Vision and Tony circling the castle overhead. Well that was one hell of an array in this sleepy region. Sam waved at you and you waved back.

"Don't let anyone spook you, Ghost girl," he said. You rolled your eyes and followed Wanda inside without dignifying that with an answer. You walked down a narrow corridor without any windows or doors, using a tiny flashlight to illuminate the way. Sure, telling the enemy where you were was a bad idea, but Wanda's hands were glowing red all the time. She would hear the thoughts of an enemy before he saw them and erect a shield. No problem.

There was a spiral staircase leading up and down in the middle of a crossroad. Who the hell had built this thing? Tony had said he couldn't scan the basement so there it would be most likely to find nasty surprises. You climbed the stairs, following closely behind Scarlet Witch. There was a hallway with rooms on both sides, one of them with a chimney, but all of them were empty.

That certainly was nothing to work with. "Top and middle floors clear," you announced. You could see out the window on the surrounding fields. There were the Quinjets and the others.

"You people look tiny," you said. You threw your fiance a kiss and thought you could see him smile. "No wonder Stark likes to be up here."

"Don't judge me!", he protested. You grinned and turned around to follow Wanda downstairs. The basement was one huge room, square and made of bare gray stones. It was far too small for a castle of this size.

"You know, Eidolon sounds nice," Wanda said. "Better than Ghost for sure."

You only sighed, but she knew you agreed. That topic only pissed you off because some part of you still hadn't realized you were an Avenger now.

"Alright, where's the trap?", you murmured. There had to be one.

Tony's voice was muffled and distorted on the radio. "The scanners don't get through. Olli, Wanda, are you there?"

"We're here. It's empty," Wanda said. "But the room is too small for this place."

"May- sec- door?"

"Tony? Tony!", you called, but all you heard was static. "Damn it!"

The room was dark, only lit by the red glow of Wanda's hex powers and your tiny LED flashlight. It was pretty spooky, to be honest.

There was something like the shadow of a ledge in the far right corner. "Wanda, I'm gonna go check on that," you announced. There was nothing to trip over, so you quickly walked over. One of the stones stuck out a bit more and cast a distorted shadow. It almost had looked like a man, but that was ridiculous. Eidolon, huh? Doesn't sound half bad.

You heard Wanda cry out, in fear or pain, you didn't know. Pietro's voice calling his sister's name and yours. Then there was a tall shadow upon you and everything went black.

When you woke up, your head was spinning. You rolled on your back. The ground was very hard and felt dusty. When you tried to get up, your elbow hit something smooth and hard.

"Ouch!", you growled. The pain woke you up fairly quick. You managed to sit up and looked into a sinister, staring face. You gasped and stumbled back. The man was tall and muscular under a unmarked black uniform. His eyes wandered over the space, but right past you. Your powers had come back.

You tried to keep very still. He had to know you were in here, he had put you there after all, or at least you presumed. Suddenly you realized what an animal in the zoo had to feel like.

"Remarkable," he stated eventually. He spoke fluent English without an accent. "They certainly didn't exaggerate." He tapped on the glass. Was that guy serious? "I know you're in there. You can come out." You flipped him off, just to vent a bit before you did something stupid. The cage was a semi-circle built into the wall. This room, or rather a complex of rooms, had to be next to the empty one Wanda and you had found.

Wanda! Hopefully she was alright. Your powers really could have come back a bit earlier, then this would not have happened. On the bright side, you had found their HQ. Computers everywhere, machinery, lots of stuff you had no clue about. That was Tony's department. Now you only needed to get out of here. Except for the sinister looking guy in the uniform, there was nobody around as far as you could see.

The man turned around and walked back to the computers. "You know, we never planned to attack anyone. We just wanted to stay quiet until you went away again. We didn't want to capture you. Why? It would show there was somebody here. All for nothing. We're just here to store a few things." A lot of things were gong through your head, but you didn't say anything. Rule Number One when being a prisoner: Don't talk with anyone unless it is absolutely necessary, especially your captors. He was just trying to trick you. Fortunately you were not tempted further. An alarm began to wail. The man cursed and ran out.

Alright. You needed to get out of here. The glass was hardened. No chance of breaking it. There were holes for air, but that was it. You pressed your hands to the glass and closed your eyes. If you could fall two feet through a chair, half an inch of glass shouldn't be a problem. Even if you were visible after that. Now you knew about the side effects and could deal with them. Hopefully the others were searching for you. The thought of Pietro being worried made you sad. You should have been more careful.

Just disappear. You're not here. The glass is just a stream of sand.

"Hi there. Don't mind me." You started and spun, hastily trying to fade even more. The girl grinned at you. She could hardly be older than 18. She was wearing black jeans and a green jacket. The blond hair was in a ponytail topped with a black and green ribbon.

"Nice try. But I can see through illusions."

"That's not an illusion!", you protested automatically. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I see auras. Illusions don't have them. They're not alive. But you are and I can see you anyway." She typed something on a keyboard, then connected a flash drive.

"Who are you?", you asked. And what the hell was she doing here?

"Call me Sally. I'm here to get what your people want to get as well."

"You're not an Avenger?"

"Nah. Just here for the fun. Sneaking in, picking this up..."

"You're a thief," you said.

The girl raised her eyebrows and exchanged the flash drive with another one. "Well, if you want to call it like that, I suppose. But so are you then."

"We're retrieving this for the safety of all."

Sally giggled like you had said something incredibly funny. "Yeah, whatever." She clicked on a few things. "I'm erasing all data. But I'm feeling generous today." She walked over to you and slipped the second flash drive through one of the air holes. "You're welcome."

The other device vanished in her leather jacket. You picked up the flash drive. "Uh... thanks? Can you let me out of here?"

"Sorry, but I've got no time for that. My partner is waiting for me. Besides, you can manage that yourself. What's your name, Avenger?"

"I'm..." You hesitated. "Eidolon."

Sally cocked an eyebrow. "Well, that's a cool one." She grinned and walked to the door, holding up a hand in greeting. "Say Hi to the others from us. Especially Thor." And off she was, leaving you flustered and doubting your sanity. Who the hell had that been? You looked down at the flash drive in your hand. Hopefully she was not just messing with you. You put it in your pocket.

So you had a name after all. Finally everybody would stop bugging you. If you got out of here alive. You put your hands on the glass again.

Eidolon means Ghost. I can just pass through. I'm not here. There were shouts outside. Thank God, the others were here. Well, now you didn't need to be invisible anymore.

The world tilted and suddenly you found yourself on your belly. Ouch. You hastily drew your legs from the unbroken glass surface. Right, that had happened when you fell through the chair as well. So basically your powers were telling you "Nah, I'll just do the opposite of what you want". Awesome.

You got up and brushed dust off your clothes, retreating behind a corner in case an enemy came in. Instead it was a familiar silver-blue swirl.

"Olli?!" Pietro stopped in the middle of the room, looking around wildly.

"Pietro!" He spun and the next moment you were swept up and outside. "Thank God, you're alright, I was so worried, what happened, never do that again, what if something happened-"

You kissed him to shut him up. "I'm good. Nobody hurt me. What about Wanda?"

"Here." Pietro had brought you right into the Quinjet, where Wanda sat on a bench with a plaster to her forehead. "Are you alright?"

"I'm good. What about you?"

"Pietro accidentally shoved me into a wall when he ran in."

The speedster looked properly embarrassed and equally sorry. "...Ice cream?", he proposed. You started laughing and in the end all three of you were. You had been lucky.

You cuddled into your fiance's embrace. Finally you were safe, and comfortable. What could possibly happen?

The Avengers tower, New York

Everyone stared at the monitors in amazement. "That's... madness," Tony said slowly.

"It's incredible," Bruce added.

"I would never have gotten that idea," Sam said.

"What the fuck is that?", Fury finally snapped.

"Uh... I think that's the recipe for nutella cupcakes," Steve said.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," Tony said. "But what kind of recipe. I've never seen anything like it. We need to test that."

"Hey guys!", Thor's voice came from the kitchen. "Has anyone seen the nutella?"

"What?!"

The God of Thunder peeked around the corner and shrugged his shoulders. "It's not here." Which resulted in another frenetic search, much like the one yesterday, and with the same result. This time Pietro was the one doomed to get new one, which took fortunately not as long as yesterday.

"So... is Olli here somewhere?", Bruce asked. You stepped forward and made Rhodey jump. Bruce smiled at you. Your powers were back to normal. Finally. Pietro frowned and you took his hand. Wanda already had told him he was behaving like an idiot. She would be the first one to seek revenge should you hurt him, so he didn't need to worry. Besides, he had more important things to talk about. Your wedding next month for example.

"How did you get that data, Olli?", Tony asked, munching on a nutella toast. "The system was completely erased when we got there. Was that you?"

"Uh.. No, that was this girl I met."

"What girl?", Steve asked, alarmed.

"A blond one. She came in, got what she wanted and also gave me the flash drive. I'm pretty sure she took the data from the computers. She was some kind of professional thief. And she said she had a partner waiting for her. I didn't see him, though."

"Did she tell you her name?", Natasha asked, without real expectations.

"She said her name was Sally. Probably a fake, right? I should greet you from them, by the way. Thor in particular."

Tony set down his coffee mug harder than necessary. The Avengers groaned simultaneously and exchanged annoyed glances.

"What?", Sam asked. "You know her?"

"Oh yes," Thor said. "And if she is here that can only mean one thing."

Somewhere else.

Sally sighed happily, slightly out of breath, and traced his collarbone with her fingers. "Perfect, don't you think?"

"Hm-hm," he murmured, a sound that turned into something not unlike a purring soon. Sally snuggled up to his bare chest, feeling warm and happy and satisfied with the day. What more did she want? She ran her hands through his soft hair, his warm hand on her waist. She kissed him.

"Wonder when they will notice." No answer. "Silver?" She turned around and brushed a crumb of his perfectly shaped lips. "Speechless, dear?"

Loki shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I got to admit, those might just be the best muffins in all of the nine worlds."

I couldn't help including Sally / Celestia and Loki. They just snuck in like the tricksters they are. I'm not even sorry xD