The slow hum from the kitchen that seemed to drone on for hours came to an abrupt and exciting end as the ding echoed through the house. Thor peered up from his locked gaze on the television and stared at you, mouth agape with excitement.

"The nachos y/n... quick get them before the cheese gets all congealed and disgusting." He quickly went back to the television as he lay, hands sat firmly gripping the controller and dressing gown draped across the couch. "What? I can't go I'm in the final ten... Do you want me to throw away this top spot for nachos?" Quickly you leapt from the couch and into the kitchen, pulled the microwave door open and lovingly eyed up the cheesy tortilla chips. "Are they done?" He called out in frustration.

"Yeah!" You wrapped a cloth around the hot plate and carefully carried it out, careful not to trip over any of the trash that littered the floor. "How did you do?" Thor's head sat in his head and the controller had found it's way onto the floor.

"Top two, lost to a camper in the final circle." His head shook slowly from side to side in despair. "Everytime... everytime..."

"Well at least we have nachos to cheer us up." His frown turned to an excited smile as he reached over to a cheesy, jalapeno filled section of the plate.

"I don't think so!" You smacked his hand away, in shock he turned to you with disgust in his eyes. "I made them, I get the nice big cheesy bit, you can have some of the other ones. Besides, you didn't even wash your hands!" He looked at his grimy hands, wiped them on his stained vest and dove straight back in. "Not really washing your hands but I guess it's better than before."

"But... I want the cheesy bit. I paid for the damn food and I'm the one carrying us to top fives every game, what do you do? Sit there and watch and judge me for missing my shots..."

"Fine, if that's how you want to behave then you don't get any nachos, you can go and make your own and I'll give you money for the ingredients, how does that sound?" His anger turned to sadness and a look of pity.

"Fine, whatever, you can have the cheesy side this time. But next time." He pointed a chubby finger at you. "Next time I'll fight you for it."

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Written by Aaron.