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The residents of MHA would probably either notice or hear a bit of a ruckus down in the lobby today. That was because Loki had taken it upon himself to start decorating the lobby for the upcoming holidays. He wasn't particularly fond of turkey (too dry) or eggnog (unless it was laced with something) but he did like decorating.

Just a little bit.

Shut up.

Of course, he wasn't the best at decorating. In fact, he really fucking sucked at it. There was a strand of lights looped around his neck like a necklace, some twinkling, some burnt out.

"Fucking lights," he grumbled. "One fucking bulb blows and the whole entire thing is ruined."

There was a turkey (not a real one) hanging on one wall, stapled to said wall with heavy staples. There was garland taped to the desk with duct tape. There was wreaths gracing the walls (some missing some of their needles) and there was a candle burning, giving off the scent of Christmas cookies.

"Work you fucking pieces of shit!" Loki nearly yelled. The lights didn't respond. In the background, Christmas droned on.

[MHA is open! Rent a room, talk to Loki, boggle at the decorations! Look, if I can't escape holiday decorations, I'm going to go overboard!]

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"Oh, I know Biff!" Daisy said, with a laugh, because she had to agree with Loki's description. "And I think you're just fine as long as you're not bragging," she regretted to use the word, as she wouldn't want to think about anyone bragging about the sorts of things she imagined one would do with one, "about your flaming sword."

"I wasn't trying to brag," he laughed, shaking his head. "I really did have one. It came with the job, handed straight down from the Boss. I didn't mean it to sound like I was bragging or boasting or anything like that."

Maybe he had been but he'd keep insisting he hadn't been.

"It's one of those things that some people take in stride and some people...don't."

"While other people," Daisy commented, "will just file a watch report on you for it. And speaking of which, I really probably should get on that whole getting to work thing."

"Right, that pesky job," he said and smiled. "It won't be the first report filed on me, that's for sure. Since you're about to slip into that other person, I'll just say that the flaming sword is really small in the grand scheme of things, I'll tell you the whole story whenever you ask, you should come talk to me more often, thanks for the dance, and you really do have nice shoes."

"Bless. First time I think I've ever heard a guy admit right out that his sword was small." Daisy really couldn't help topping that one off with a wink as she disentangled herself a little. "It was a lovely dance, they're surprisingly comfortable, and good luck finding that bulb."

"Ah ha," he said, stepping back and laughing. "Good one. It's not but again, not bragging. Though really, you're not going to believe that now that I've stuck my fucking foot in mouth trying to be a smartass. Don't work too hard. Enjoy filing your reports."

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