Loki pointedly crouched until he was about eyelevel with the kitchen counter. “Woman, that is not a precise measurement, come here and look at it! You are making this exceedingly difficu—-” His words died off when he felt the spray of flour over his hair and face. Blinking quickly and shaking his head, he straightened.
His lips pressed tightly together as he regarded her. Under his own impression that it was SHE who was making things entirely unpleasant. Decidedly picking up the bowl of flour, he extended it above her head, and flipped it over. The white powder plopped out, over her dark hair and raining downwards. He smirked. “Now THAT was fun.”
I gasped, my eyes shutting. I then narrowed my eyes at Loki, shaking myself close to him so some of the flour ended up on him.
"Game on." I growl, grabbing some more flour in my hands, blowing it into Loki’s face, a smug look on my face.
Loki flinched as the flour shook off onto him. He stepped back, his lips pulling away from his teeth in a warning snarl to her. But the cloud of white blew forth anyway, and he then made a quick, dangerous decision to fight a little dirtier. He smoothly scooped up and egg from the counter, and cracked it over her head in the same movement. He laughed, but warily took a few steps away.
My eyes narrowed at Loki dangerously, as I began to run around in the kitchen, I felt a cold, runny thing on my head; egg.
Oh, he was in for it big time now, and I weren’t going to be nice about it.
I noticed some of the milk on the side and grabbed it, pouring it over his head with a wide grin on my face.
I burst out laughing as I then ran to the other side of the kitchen.