A/N. Very short. Very, very short. But comments and criticism still welcome! I do not own anyone except Katy.
Loki stared at Thor. He was covered in mud from head to toe, blonde hair tousled and tangled. "What happened to you?" he asked.
"Katy won't let Jane or me near her," Thor said, still panting.
"Get out of my room," Loki said. "You're getting mud on my desk and carpet."
"Really?" Thor asked, but he backed out. Loki joined him and shut the door.
"What's wrong with her now?"
Someone wrapped their arms around Loki's waist. "Uncle Looookiiii!" Katy's little voice wailed. "Don't let Papa cut off my finger!"
"Katy, let go of me," Loki ordered softly. She didn't budge. "Katy, Thor is not going to cut off your finger. Why would he do that?"
"'Cuz I got a splinter," she whimpered.
Prying her from his side, Loki knelt down to her level. "Can I see this horrible splinter?" he asked. Katy offered up her hand. Sure enough, there was a little sliver of wood just barely poking into her finger. When he reached for her hand, she pulled away.
"Don't cut off my finger!" she pleaded.
Biting back an annoyed response, Loki forced himself to remain patient. "Katy, I'm just going to pull that little sliver out," he said. "Now may I please have your hand?" Katy held her hand as far away as from herself as she could and looked away. Loki gently plucked the splinter from her finger.
"Aren't you gonna get the splinter?" Katy asked, looking at him.
"I already did," he said. "Now both of you go take a bath. And Thor… Oh, never mind."
Thor picked Katy up. "Thank you, Uncle Loki!" Katy chirped, back to her happy self.