“Welcome back,” she said with her upper body underneath the couch, “now fucking help me.”
There was a pause behind her. “I am…unsure as to what is currently happening.”
Darcy’s body jerked backwards as she tried to free herself. “Your stupid fucking ow cat, got her stupid fucking toy stuck under the couch. I was trying to motherfucker get it, but I got damn it stuck. Can you please,” her voice deceptively calm, “get me out of here?”
It took all of Loki’s, admittedly strong, self-control not to laugh. She was well and truly stuck under the couch and the cat in question was busy sunning herself in the window.
He briefly debated taking a picture.
“Loki.”
He then decided it wasn’t worth her wrath and promptly picked the couch up. “Sorry, dear.”
She just glared.