Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

I Feel Kinda Free

"No." ...

"No." ...

"No."...

"Ok aaabsolutely fucking not."

"But you really like this dude."

"I'm not going to that fucking party with Brad Pitt I- No. Change." I ground out, sipping my painfully lukewarm coffee as I watched Loki morph into various different people from Nick Fury, to Steve...again, to some dude he'd seen on the TV a while back, to Brad motherfucking Pitt.

"Well you won't allow me to go as myself-"

"Yeah no shit dude you're an infamous mass murderer."

"But that just makes it all the more fun."

I opened my mouth to argue, before quickly realising I had no argument and he'd made a fairly good point. That being said, this night had to run smoothly. Or everything i'd been preparing for for years, was fucked.

"Again..." I shrugged, ignoring the many messages Charlie was pinging through about needing a new shower head cause the water pressure was shit. I opened my phone to show how much I ignored them and almost felt bad for a moment at all the grey messages and hardly any in blue. Then I remembered how much I despised texting...and her.

When I looked up again I almost did a double take, grazing my eyes over the new form Loki had taken, smirking slightly in impressed appreciation. Damn.

"Now that's more like it." I sniggered, grinning at his weary eye roll as he turned to the grand mirror to further sneer at his new look. His short sandy hair stuck up perfectly and his perfectly scattered stubble sat comfortably against his sculpted jawline. A strong, stone cut neck and shoulders led toward a chiselled torso and well built hips. All of which I was happily admiring as Loki glared at me.

"Well I'm not assuming this ridiculous form if you're going to gawk over it the whole time."He sniffed, looking over the two piece suit and hastily buttoning up the generously splayed out shirt against his collar bones before I could smirk at it any longer.

"It's perfect."

"He's ridiculous. This feeble Tim mortal."

"It's Tom, you fucking invalid and he's gorgeous shut up. Let me have this." I cut back harshly, knocking back the last few drops of my coffee as I made to stand, deciding I wanted to go over Loki's disguise a little more thoroughly...just to be sure.

"On one condition my dear."

"And what's that asshat."

"You must wear something delectable." He smirked, running a soft touch over my cheek and placing a chaste, yet wholly suggestive kiss against my collarbone.

"What so you have an excuse to slaughter every poor soul that looks my way?" I rolled my eyes, running my fingers over the soft curls of his head as I bit my lip and tried to get used to this form. Though it shouldn't be all that hard.

"Without a doubt, little Hex."

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"I'm just saying, all it takes is a better shower head... it literally couldn't be more simple....No, too glittery." Charlie commented, running an unimpressed gaze over the shimmering silver dress I'd pulled from the closet. I chewed my cheek and pawed the material, going over the ways it could possibly hinder my movement in fight, or get in my way. I nodded in agreement and quickly stuffed it back.

"This?" I queried, pulling a short, strappy, coral coloured number out and immediately sneering at its inefficiency...And the grotesque colour.

"Absolutely not."