“This is heavily one-sided. What do you offer me in exchange of this comfortable piece of clothing, Margaret?” As if he would use his logical right to regain what was his, the Asgardian attempted to grab ahold of the said hoodie before any sort of agreement would be settled.
“Nope! Mine.” Even though it was so large, it would probably fit her more like a dress rather than a sweatshirt. “What would you like in exchange?” She asks, though there’s a proud little smirk on her lips, as she pulls the hoodie up over her head.











