So we’ll be using the alternate universe from a previous drabble, which would be helpful to read first (though not required).
Credit to the husband for coming up with the idea of skating the fluff request by using literal fluff. Because that’s about as close as I can get.
“They’re called s’mores,” Darcy Lewis informs the Princes of Asgard. White fluff oozes from between her fingers as she passes Loki some sort of gooey, sticky, incomprehensible mess. “It’s food, I promise.”
Thor looks hurt not to have received one first, and she tells him: “None for you till you let go of my iPod. You’ll gum up the screen.”
“But I’ve yet to conquer the avalanche of color and travel from the land of—”
Jane Foster rolls her eyes. “Why,” she says to her servant (no, intern), “did you tell him about Candy Crush?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me help him set up a Facebook account.”