You remember the cute scene I promised you guys? Well here it is. Enjoy. ^.^
Music fluttered through the house when Loki finally trudged inside. He wriggled out of his mud stained boots, depositing them by the door, and wandered into the kitchen where the music was coming from. Nala was by the butcher block, placing cheese on slices of bread, when Loki wandered over.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the slices of meat, cheese, and various vegetables.
"Hunting killer whales." Nala replied with a straight face. When the sarcasm seemed to fly right over Loki's head, she sighed. "Making a sandwich. Ever had one?"
"That looks nothing like a sandy sorceress." Loki remarked, wondering, not for the first time that week, if Nala was completely mad.
Nala laughed, a genuine giggle, the first one Loki had heard. "It's food. Meat, cheese, lettuce, and condiments between slices of bread. It's good." she added, handing him one. He took it, uncertain as to what was expected of him. Was he to pick it apart? Put it in his pocket? The most similar thing made on Asgard that he could think of would be various ingredients that had been baked in a potato, holding your various meats and vegetables in a compact container, yet that wasn't very portable, and in any case, was constructed entirely different. He watched Nala, unsure how to proceed.
She cut hers in half across a diagonal line, lifted one corner to her mouth, and bit down, through all the fillings and bread, chewed, and swallowed, glancing out the window during the whole process to observe the birds bathing in a dish filled with water that she called a 'bird bath.' Loki followed suit, hesitantly taking a bite. When he tried to pull back, a whole leaf of lettuce followed, dragging with it several shreds of meat and cheese. The whole mess fell apart onto the counter. Nala chuckled, covering her partially full mouth with her hand. She quickly chewed and swallowed, eyes brimming with laughter.
Loki stood still for a moment, half a tomato hanging from his mouth, his hand grasping two pieces of bread smeared with mustard and two pieces of meat that managed to escape their brethren's bid for freedom. Using his free hand, he cupped underneath his chin and swallowed the rest of the sandwich.
"Did I do it right?" he asked, licking his lips. Nala grinned.
"You'll get the hang of it." Nala swept the debris from the counter and deposited them in the trash. "You have a little something right there." she added, indicating a spot of mustard above the right side of his upper lip. Loki experimentally licked around the perimeter of his mouth but didn't find the offending spot of condiment. Nala rolled her eyes and, licking her thumb, swiped it away. "There, better." she smiled.
Due to personal reasons, this is the last chapter I'm going to post for a while. I'm really sorry and wish I could keep writing, but sadly I can't. Thank you all to the reviewers/favoriters/followers/lurkers, you've all been a huge inspiration to me!
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