jane/darcy/fandral – destroying toasters
"Jane! Fandral killed the toaster with his stupid sword!"
When Jane walked into her kitchen—if it could even be considered that, it was so damn small—she found her toaster smoking, in pieces, and Fandral the Dashing standing rigidly with his sword raised up as if to attack her toaster once more. Darcy was glaring daggers at him and Jane was assuming that he had just ruined the girls breakfast.
"Are you serious? That's the fifth toaster this week!" Jane exclaimed, hands on her hips and a scold on her face. "What is with you Asgardians?"
Fandral's eyes were still narrowed at the contraption he just destroyed. "What unnatural object is that? Burnt sliced bread came flying out of it!"
Fandral had just learned of sliced bread a few days ago and he quite liked it. So when two burnt slices of it flew up from the metal box he was more than a little shocked.
"It's a toaster, moron! It's toasts bread, I like mine burnt!" Darcy shouted, this was the fifth time her breakfast has been ruined because an Asgardian freaked out when the toaster popped out the toast. She was sick of it! "Jane, make him buy a new one like you made Thor do!"
Darcy didn't quite care that she sounded like a child, she just wanted her toast!