#what's that? you thought I'd given up on the saint? that I'd thrown in the towel‚ that I'm a coward and a liar? hah! well mud in your eye

[writing-by-gayrainbowbridge]

Ketchup And Tabasco Chaos

Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:

⚠️Warning: Minor Language⚠️

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"Pass the ketchup."

President Loki frowned deeply, glancing at Sylvie who was stirring the pot of...whatever it was they were making for dinner. President Loki hadn't been paying too much attention when Sylvie suggested they cook for Loki who was still upstairs asleep in their room.

Somehow, Loki had got some Midgardian illness and only Sylvie's assurances that Loki was going to be fine that stopped him from destroying the entire Midgardian population.

"Can I get a please?" President Loki said pleasantly, taking joy in the way Sylvie glared at him. It was no secret to any of them that President Loki desired to cause trouble at any given moment.

"I'll stick this spoon up your ass if you don't give me the ketchup in the next ten seconds," she told him, President Loki scowling at her copy of the pleasant smile he had given her a moment ago.

They both knew she would do it too.

President Loki snatched up the ketchup from the countertop with an aggravated sigh. But then a devious smirk spread across his, glancing at Sylvie who was looking back at the pot, hand held out for the ketchup. "Are you sure you want the ketchup?"

Sylvie clicked her tongue. "Yes, I'm sure. Now give it to me."

President Loki's smirk widened. "Well, if you insist..."

He popped the cap off and just as Sylvie turned to look at him with a frown on her face, he squeezed the bottle, ketchup sauce spraying everywhere. The cabinets, the floor and all over Sylvie's blond hair was covered in a coating of ketchup sauce who gasped, an outraged look taking over her face.

President Loki only smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Oops."

"That's it!" Sylvie hissed, grabbing the nearest ingredient which happened to be spicy tabasco sauce and President Loki's eyes went wide as he got a face full of Tabasco sauce.

He shouted as some got into his eye that felt like it was suddenly on fire and squeezed it shut, resisting the urge to rub it. That would only make it worse, he knew.

Sylvie grinned savagely. "I hope it never stops burning, you stuck up bastard!"

President Loki growled low in his throat but Sylvie didn't back down like Loki would have. She was very stubborn like that. "You have until the count of five to run."

Sylvie stepped closer, right up in President Loki's personal space. Despite her short height, she was still rather intimidating when she wanted to be, so much so that President Loki had to resist the urge to step back.

"Or else what?" She hissed out, deadly quiet.

President Loki glared but Sylvie glared right back and they were both sure a real fight was about to break out any second when a voice cut through the heavy silence.

"What in Asgard is going on in here?!"

President Loki and Sylvie turned their heads towards the sound of the voice in unison just as Loki walked around the corner and froze, staring wide eyed and speechless at the mess of the kitchen. He looked tired though and guilt rushed through both President Loki and Sylvie as they wondered if they'd woken Loki up from all their yelling.

"Well, um..." President Loki bit his lip, glancing at Sylvie.

Sylvie looked at President Loki, having no clue what to say. "We just, uh..."

Loki sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, giving them both disapproving looks. "Can you two please not use ketchup and tabasco as murder weapons?!"

"We just wanted to make dinner for you," Sylvie and President Loki stated at the same time, making them glance at each other again.

Loki's expression softened a little. "I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to murder one another every minute."

That was fair. The pair did quite literally try to kill each other every other day.

"Well, he/she started it!" Sylvie and President Loki protested at the same, pointing at each other.

"Well, I'm finishing it!" Loki snapped before coughing hard, putting a hand over his mouth. He clearly still wasn't well enough to be up which only added onto the pair's guilt. "I'm going back to bed. Clean this mess up and when you're ready to be civil, come join me. I require cuddles and comfort but I will not deal with you two's banter."

With that, Loki turned and left the kitchen, leaving the pair to stare at the spot he had been standing.

"This is all your fault," Sylvie grumbled, waving her hand and vanishing the mess from all the surfaces of the kitchen and herself though she left President Loki to deal with his own mess himself.

"All you needed to do was say please," President Loki muttered. He was going to need a shower since he knew not how to vanish messes like Sylvie and Loki did.

"And that warrants you spraying ketchup all over me?" Sylvie gritted out.

"Don't act like a saint. You're just as bad, dousing me in tabasco sauce!" President Loki muttered.

Sylvie looked like she was going to strangle him any second now before she sighed, all the fight draining out of her body. "Why do we always have to fight?"

President Loki thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "We're different from one another. We're bound to clash. Though I suppose we could try harder to get along. I'd rather this relationship to not be ruined."

Sylvie nodded, leaning against President Loki who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Try harder. I can do that."

President Loki hummed softly, pressing a kiss to her now clean hair. "Let's not leave our god waiting. You know how fussy he gets when we leave him alone for long."

Sylvie had no arguments there.

Once they'd finished making up what President Loki found out to be pasta apparently, they headed up to their room (Sylvie had forgiven President Loki enough to clean the tabasco sauce off him thankfully).

They quietly slipped into the room and smiled at the sight of Loki under a large amount of blankets, very obviously curled up in a ball.

He blinked his eyes open when he heard them come in and narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "You two had better be done fighting."

"We've agreed to try harder to get along more often than not" President Loki promised as he sat on the bed and helped Loki sit up who whined and protested but brightened when he saw the bowls of pasta balanced in Sylvie's hands.

"Good. I'm glad," Loki muttered, taking the bowl Sylvie handed him eagerly. "Thank you for the dinner."

Sylvie kissed his cheek. "Just get better for us, okay?"

Loki nodded, putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth and closed his eyes as he hummed in pleasure.

President Loki and Sylvie smiled at each other from either side of Loki who leaned into President Loki's side.

Get along. They could do that.

No problem.

...

@murdermuffinloki Those two are going to give Loki a migraine, smh 😂

@girl-with-many-fandoms Hope you like Sylki (I know lots of people don't ship it so I'm like ???) with some President Loki thrown into the mix XD

#murdermuffinloki #president sylki #lokicest #president loki/sylvie/loki #president loki x sylvie x loki #president loki #sylvie #loki #fluff #minor language #oneshot

[secretlifeofachicamuerta]

Dark hues stared at the small grey house, the chain link fence still hugged the dried dead grass much like she remembered as a teen. Nothing ever grew in this yard except death. The only other color the yellow weeds and grass had been were crimson red from the lives that had been taken. Her body pulsing with exhaustion and pain but she did not have the strength to pass that fence, to enter that yard or knock on that black metal screen door. While her physical strength was lacking after the attack by her brother that was not the kind of strength be spoken about in this moment. No, this was mental strength and emotional strength she was lacking; she would be facing the darkest part of her life by knocking on that front door. Forced to acknowledge a truth she spent the last eight years pretending did not happen.

"Que demonios estas haciendo aquí?"

A clear presence of anger in his tone and a voice she still recognized after all these years without having to turn around. It appeared she would not have to cross that fence after all or knock on the door. 'What the hell was she doing here?' It was something she had been asking herself with every limping step that brought her to this house. His house,technically his mother's house but it was all the same thing. "I didn't know where else to go..." A heavy sigh as she paused to collect her thoughts slowly turning around to face him. It was clear by the look in his eyes the street lights were illuminating just enough for him to see the bruising and scratches that scattered among her face and neck though he stayed silent with that hard look etched across face."I need your help." Her voice cracked almost simultaneously admitting she did. It was almost like speaking blasphemy though Mauricio De Santos was fair from God or any kind of Saint. He was more what Sister Josephiña would have reffered to as Demonio. However where the two went wrong Arabella would have been considered the evil one.

The Latina had been young when she first met Mauricio he was only slinging weed and stealing the occasional car, he definitely was not running the streets of Crenshaw like he did presently. She was fifteen, niave and instantly in love with his bad boy complex. He filled every void her abandoned heart had. She had spent her life being thrown away and finally met someone who wanted her to stay. The gang and his family accepted her instantly Mauricio made sure of that. How could anyone growing up as an orphan not cling to something that finally felt like home? He gave her the one thing she longed for in life the feeling of not only being wanted but needed. That for her had been new, intoxicating in every way imaginable. In return she handed over her innocence with no questions asked, she changed herself to fit his lifestyle because she believed he was the one. And he very well could have been but...

"Papá, papá, mira lo que la abuela me consiguió!" The shrieking excitement of the little girl's tone as she burst out the screen door running to the fence. Waving a brand new babydoll in her hands that was switching between different baby sounds and coos. The little girl looked so happy and proud of her doll, the way her eyes lit up at Mauricio reminded Arabella much of the way she use to look at her ex. Pushing a lock of her ravenous hair behind her ear as she looked down. It was obvious she was trying to avoid looking at the little girl. Trying not to notice the dimples in her cheeks that formed when she smiled or the way her bangs hung just above those big brown eyes.

"Una muñeca tan hermosa como mi bella princesa, entra en la casa y papá estará en un minuto." The soft look etched across the face of Mauricio change instantly when his attention turned back to Arabella. There was a fury in his dark eyes the way he peered at her. "You should leave, I can't help you."

A heavy sigh passing her through her busted lips, "Can't or won't?" She asked looking down back down at the ground. Her stomach was in knots, it took more than he would ever know for her to show up here.

A flick of his nose with his thumb a loud sniff of annoyance before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly."I don't know ma' you tell me; was it you could not be a mom to our daughter or you just didn't want to?"

"Aye that's not fair..." Except the question was fair no matter how much it hurt to be asked, he had every right. Brutal honesty was exactly what she deserved in this case. His view on the on the subject was justifiable but so was her side, it was just the more unpopular choice.

His jaw tense up as he clapper his hands in her face, "Wake the fuck up Bella, you couldn't even look at her and you haven't seen her since she was born. Every day she gets older she is realizing she has a Mami, asking questions." His tatted hands rubbed his face before taking a step closer filling in the gap between the two."What am I suppose to tell her? Mami wanted an abortion? Or better yet Mami was too damn selfish to think of anyone but herself?"

The past was drowning her, flooding her emotions as it took her back to eight years and seven months ago when she was just seventeen. Those two pink lines staring up at her from the pee stick, taunting her about the life growing inside her. Two years they had been together and it was not just some pregnancy scare, she was actually pregnant. With child, a bun in the oven, baby on board and there was nothing more in life she did not want than a child. She was not mother material, she was raised by a bunch of nuns and strangers who returned her like a dress that did not fit right. Arabella had no idea how to be a mother because at birth her own mother had decided to leave her on the footsteps of a catholic orphanage. If she was not worthy of recieving such love what made her worthy to give it? However unlike most nineteen years olds Mauricio had very different feelings about becoming a parent. Maybe it was because his own mom had, had him when she was a teen. However she was not his mother and she was not ready to experiment with motherhood nor was she really sure she ever wanted to.

"Silenco!" She shouted louder than she had intended. But if anyone knew how to work her up and spark that anger inside of her it was him. "While your thug ass is acting holier-than-thou let's be honest about who really raised Leticia." She poked him in the chest with two fingers. "Tu madre! And why? Because you are too busy running these damn streets playing gangster. You've spent the majority of her life in jail than in that house raising her! Don't act like you're better than me when you stuck our child on your mom."

The way his brows furrowed it was clear she had struck a nerve calling him out. Not that it made her feel any less guilty or horrible for abandoning her daughter. "You got some big bolas talking to me like that pendeja! You think just because you were something special to me once that gives you some kind of free pass right now?" His chuckle full of sarcasm and equal spite. "You better recognize who you're talking to before the only help you're gonna need is planning your funeral." His left hand raised to eye level, two fingers and a thumb making a gun motion in her face. "I may have done some time now and again but at least I'm there for her when I can. What's your excuse? The fucked up part is you know exactly what it's like not to have a mami you think that would have made something in that fat head of yours want to give her what you did not have."

Before she realized what she was doing she had smacked Mauricio across his face, when it came to him she had no fear. The only thing she feared was that little girl in the house that was a spitting image of her. Mauricio could act hard towards her but Arabella knew she was the one weakness in his life, he might threaten to put her in her place but he'd never do more than talk shit to her. "Vete a la mierda!" She hissed gritting her teeth though her vicious tone cracked in the middle as she fought not to sob. She hated, absolutely hated that he knew so much about her. He was the only person who did and he could break her with simply using his words. "I told you from the moment I found out that I did not want to have it but you didn't care! You forced it upon me to have it, you and your perra de una madre tricked me until it was too late and having it was my only choice. What did you think that when I had it I'd come around to the idea of being a mom? That all I needed to do was see it's face and I'd be changed?" Chocolate hues swelled with tears there was no denying how much she hated herself for the decision. There was a reason she reffered to Leticia as an 'it' rather than using the word 'baby' or 'her', it was her way of coping by not identifying it for what it truly was; a child. "I took one look and knew I had no place being a mother. So you can play daddy all you want have these money hungry thots and your mother raise it but I won't be apart of the issue for a failed upbringing."

Coming here was turning into an even bigger mistake. Leticia's face was burned into her brain which made having this secret that much harder. Being confronted by her ex after seven years only surfaced more emotions she had buried deep to avoid dealing with them. Shoving past him she began to walk away which in her case was more of a limp, it was not like she was stupid. Arabella knew she had no right to ask Mauricio for help no matter what happened between them all those years ago he owed her nothing. They had both done wrong in the decisions they made when she became pregnant. She did not need him... except... he was the first and only person whom came to mind given the situation she was in. Maybe some part of her was foolish enough to believe he would take care her and help her seeing the condition she was in. It was not like it was a lack of feelings for one another that tore them apart. But she could not stress on the matter any longer, she had wasted enough time arguing over something that would never change and her sister's life was still in danger. That is what she needed to focus on, getting to her sister.

"Aye! Bella wait..." Mauricio sprinted after her which did not take long for him to catch up. "Can I give you a ride somewhere?" Just like that his whole demeanor changed, there was some part of him that cared at least a little.

"Yeah to my sister's." Good thing it would be a couple hours drive into seclusion where she was staying because the look on his face showed that he suddenly had a lot of questions. One in which Arabella was sure was 'You have a sister?' Though not much had changed in the past seven years for her since she last had a real conversation with him, a lot had changed in the past few months when finding her birth family. Like an older sister with amnesia and a big brother trying to kill them both.