12|Tell Me About Yourself, Mortal

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He smiled at your nervousness.

"I'll do whatever I want."

Loki sighed. "Whatever makes you happy. We all know everything's up to me. Anyways, tell me about yourself, mortal."

You gave a fake insulted face. "Like about what?" He shrugged. Did Asgardians even know how to interact like a normal human?

"What's your favorite color?"

Loki questioned, rocking back and forth on the seat. You couldn't quite help but admire him. He was pretty handsome. You were not just thinking that! He's not... right?

Loki smirked at you. "Green." You blurted out.

That was in fact your favorite color, the same with a certain god.

"Mine is too, but Y/N, darling, I couldn't help but read your mind..."

Uh oh. Loki had entered your mind at the wrong time. You had messed up big time. He would never let you live this down.

"I was just thinking about my favorite color!"

"No you weren't, you were thinking about me. And about how handsome I am." Loki winked.

"No! You've got it all wrong Loki-"

"It's ok to admit it, love."

"I didn't think that!" You protested.

Loki was not going to win this. You couldn't let him find a weakness inside of you. That weakness would be a downfall. And that would lead to an advantage on his part. You defintely didn't want that.

"Sure, Y/N." You rolled your eyes.

"What's your favorite animal?"

"A snake."

"That was expected." You laughed.

He turned to you, and gave a quiet laugh. "And yours?"

"A cat. Just a house cat." Loki looked as if he was holding in laughter.

"You're not very unique, are you?"

"Shut up." You said, playfully pushing him.

"Hey!"

He elbowed you back. "Ow!" You whined.

Loki smirked. "I always win." He bragged.

You pushed him off the bench and he fell straight to the ground.

"Please don't murder me!" You begged jokingly, stepping away from Loki, with a look of playful fear on your face.

Loki knocked you to the ground. "Hm, your safe for now. Maybe not when you're sleeping though." You giggled.

"Speaking of sleep, I'm tired."

A red button caught your attention, and you pressed it. The button let out a beep, and Tony rushed into the room.

"Having fun?"

"Shut up."

"Jeez, what do you want?" You looked at Tony in disgust. But you laughed it off.

"Two pillows and two blankets please."

"I'll bring one blanket."

'What?!" You cried.

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