If Loki has his way they'll definitely be ruining a rich guy's night (and, though neither he nor Stark are likely to admit it, perhaps making it as well). There will be moments of truth, broken things, a bit of a fight and in the end no real harm done, which means everybody can go on about their business in the morning
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She's heard the small thing a million times before, but he definitely redeems himself with the second part. Asgard sounds pretty boring in her opinion, but she's not one to diss an entire new place just because they're severely lacking in tiny, awesome humans. Besides, she's a little busy right now.
The question catches her off guard, but she mirrors his grin. What does she want? That's a loaded question, and one that she actually has to stop and think about. Her gaze shifts skyward as she lets out a soft hum and sinks against him, settling herself in his lap like he's some messed up version of Santa Claus. Before Bo, her wants had been very clear; Money, security, a warm place to sleep and not having to feel that constant fear that had taken hold of her early on. She'd gotten all that and more. Now there was just one thing she couldn't get enough of
( ... )
“Of course I do,” Loki responds with an affronted air, settling a hand on her waist. “A bit, at least.”
Not that it's easy to care about humans in more than a vague, abstract way. There are so very many of them, and however far they've come over the centuries they still haven't changed that much. Their preoccupations are depressingly predictable. They're still organic, still do what they need to do to survive as a species. Eat. Drink. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Think often about all of the above. Love. Hate. Kill. Die. On and on and on, generation by generation, until they're all a blur.
He does get tired of that. He's not entirely certain it's possible not to get tired of that. It makes them so easy to disregard, to dislike, to murder, no matter how much he respects them as a species. No matter how curious they can sometimes be
( ... )
A bit, huh? Better than nothing. Likely a big thing for someone so removed from humanity. Even if it's just because she's some small, not-from-Asgard freak or whatever the hell that means. No, you know what? She freakin' likes him. A lot. He's weird, too. And kind of scary... but mostly just awesome. In... a scary way. Yes, the fear is definitely easy but mostly she likes him. Right now. Hard to tell if she'll keep liking him considering his track record with breaking stuff, but that is totally in the past. Why not give him a shot?
He is offering and it's incredibly difficult to form coherent thoughts when he's touching her, or talking, or just in his presence in general, actually. But she manages something kind of intelligible after getting over the dreamy, spaced-out state of mind.
"Hmmm, let's see. You did just fight Iron Man, which was totally hot by the way, and it is technically our third date. Then there's the whole you being ridiculously charming thing that I have to factor in, but you do bring up a very good point with the
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“Third date. Yes. You see? I'm not entirely discourteous.” Of course, all of this now is more a service to her than anything Loki himself would go out of his way to pursue for any reason other than a temporary lark, an opportunity to laugh at the gullibility of human beings. There's a remarkable amount of arrogance in that, he's well aware. He just happens to think he's earned it, not merely by virtue of his birth, as Thor would no doubt accuse, but also the long life he's lead since then
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The question catches her off guard, but she mirrors his grin. What does she want? That's a loaded question, and one that she actually has to stop and think about. Her gaze shifts skyward as she lets out a soft hum and sinks against him, settling herself in his lap like he's some messed up version of Santa Claus. Before Bo, her wants had been very clear; Money, security, a warm place to sleep and not having to feel that constant fear that had taken hold of her early on. She'd gotten all that and more. Now there was just one thing she couldn't get enough of ( ... )
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Not that it's easy to care about humans in more than a vague, abstract way. There are so very many of them, and however far they've come over the centuries they still haven't changed that much. Their preoccupations are depressingly predictable. They're still organic, still do what they need to do to survive as a species. Eat. Drink. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Think often about all of the above. Love. Hate. Kill. Die. On and on and on, generation by generation, until they're all a blur.
He does get tired of that. He's not entirely certain it's possible not to get tired of that. It makes them so easy to disregard, to dislike, to murder, no matter how much he respects them as a species. No matter how curious they can sometimes be ( ... )
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He is offering and it's incredibly difficult to form coherent thoughts when he's touching her, or talking, or just in his presence in general, actually. But she manages something kind of intelligible after getting over the dreamy, spaced-out state of mind.
"Hmmm, let's see. You did just fight Iron Man, which was totally hot by the way, and it is technically our third date. Then there's the whole you being ridiculously charming thing that I have to factor in, but you do bring up a very good point with the ( ... )
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