“Thor this is Sylvie” Loki introduced the blonde stabding beside him to the blonde standing infront of her.
”Nice to meet you Sylvie…” Thor greeted
“Laufeydottir” Sylvie replied.
”Surnames don’t matter Thor! Sure your dads dead and you’re Odinson! Laufeydottir has no relevance whatsoever !” Loki chimed in before thor had a chance to ask any questions.
”so is this your…?”
“Friend.” Sylvie chimed
”yes… friend. Brother can I have a word?”
”of course”
*Thor and Loki walked into the next room*
”Loki why are you dating your sister?”
“what! She is not my sister and dating is a strong word to use”
”then why are you Laufeyson and she’s Laufeydottir if you arent siblings?”
”she’s a variant of me. We’re two conpletely different people”
”Brother you have done some weird, terrible, awful things but dating yourself! That tops them all. What happened to that nice old man you liked? With the mustache?”
”again… datings a… strong word, and Mobius? I never liked him we were just good friends!”
”what colour were his eyes?”
”blue.”
”what colour are Sylvies eyes?”
”they’re… I dont, actually know?”
”what’s your favourite thing about yourself?”
”about me? Well, probably my dashing good looks and charm”
”whats your favourite thing about sylvie?”
”probably her looks and… charm…”
”favourite thing about mobius?”
”his cool blue eyes and soft grey hair…”
”are we seeing a pattern here brother?”
”shit.”