During a short beach trip with your husband Loki, he adamantly refused to wear sunscreen, insisting that being Asgardian made him immune to the sun's effect. After bickering, you finally managed to convince him and you began massaging the sunscreen onto his delicate skin. As you ran your hands through his smooth and pale skin, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch, you could not help but lose yourself in the moment. However, your fantasy was abruptly interrupted when Loki remarked.

"Is this a massage, or is putting sunscreen really that complicated?"