004 [] He's the prince of circumstance.

[trickierthanthou]

DEAR SANTA:

I want a pony for Christmas.

I want my chip taken out. Wouldn't that be a nice gift? Then I could give eeeeeeeveryone else something even better!

Aside from that, I want a ton of chocolate bars, gummy bears, sour straws, and other assorted candy. And I mean a ton literally.

I want a new mattress for my bed and flannel sheets. The good kind! It's damn cold in this place. Speaking of cold, some new clothes with lots of jackets included.

A jacuzzi.

A lamborghini.

No wait, an Ariel Atom. Hells yeah!

My own private jet.

I want a pendant for Castiel. [Insert drawing of this symbol here.] Pure silver works best.

A wooden stake for Dean. I'm sure he wishes it worked. ♥

Oh, and my dog! Damn thing is liable to bite someone's hand off without me around.

Think you can handle that, Santa? Come on. It ain't even that hard of a list.

-Loki

Comments

he sees nothing wrong with it.

[kongeriget]

I see! （　he doesn't really get it.　） And I've cut up people all the time!

I think it sounds painful.

[trickiernthou.livejournal.com]

...That doesn't sound creepy at all!

[kongeriget]

It's not.

[trickiernthou.livejournal.com]

Taken out of context, it most definitely is!

[kongeriget]

I see! The context is that I've killed a lot of people!

[trickiernthou.livejournal.com]

...yeah. That's not making it sound any less creepy.

[kongeriget]

I see!

[trickiernthou.livejournal.com]

Why do I get the feeling that you only say that when you don't.

Who else can take out the chips?

[kongeriget]

I just know about Chopper.

[trickiernthou.livejournal.com]

Damn.