𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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❝ I JUST SENSED THE [ LOKI ]
WITH THE MOST ARROGANCE
& LEAST IMPULSE CONTROL ❞

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Jimin finished dressing in the outfit she'd received for their next mission. While it felt nice— better than nice— to finally be in clean clothes again, she wished that they didn't have to be so formal. She bent to pick up her old clothes, which she'd stripped off in a heap on the floor, and folded them carefully before she set them in a neat pile on the bench so someone could take care of them.

When she left the changing room, neither Loki nor Mobius were there, so she went down the hall to find them. She tried different doors along the way, hoping they'd be behind one. A few seconds of searching later, she opened the door to find Loki behind it, half-dressed from waist down. He held a frilled white dress shirt in his hands, about to put it on, but looked up sharply at her entrance.

Although Jimin had never been an overly sexual person (she'd always fallen for someone's personality first before their appearance) she was not above admitting when she found something about a person attractive. She paused to stare at the god's surprisingly muscled chest— that is, for how lean he was— and took in his well-formed abs appreciatively.

Loki, being who he was, was not in the least bit embarrassed about the situation. In fact, she could've sworn that he lowered the shirt he was holding just so she'd have a better view. He smirked at her rather stunned expression. "See something you like?"

The agent jerked out of her stupor to shoot him an irritated glare. "I wouldn't be staring if I didn't like it."

Her short response only made him give her a shit-eating grin. "Perhaps I should attend this event shirtless so as to not obscure your view— or would that be too much of a distraction for you?"

She scoffed in reply. "You wish. I don't get distracted that easily. Besides, we're supposed to be blending in, not drawing attention. You can't just strut around like some attention-seeking celebrity— that's who we're going after."

Loki chuckled, a low, melodic sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, don't pretend you're not enjoying the show," he said, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "After all, who could resist such a magnificent spectacle?" He gestured dramatically to himself, as if presenting a masterpiece.

"Just put the shirt on, we're wasting time," the brunette huffed, stalking past him to grab the bowtie from where it was waiting on the bench.

He did as she said, though clearly at a much slower pace than one would normally do the action— as if he really were putting on a show for her. Rolling her eyes at his theatrics, Jimin reached forward to yank the shirt into place, practically ripping the material from his hands. The scowl on her face warned him not to tease her further, though he couldn't help but add, "if we're trying to blend in, then shouldn't you be wearing a dress? Isn't that more common for these Midgardian celebrations?"

Her fingers continued to button his shirt as she looked up at him through her bangs, which had fallen into her eyes. "You try fighting in a dress and see where that gets you. I'll take the suit any day, thank you very much."

She finished with the buttons, going all the way up to the one at the very top. Loki reached up to tug at the neckline. "Are you trying to choke me? If you are, I could teach you to do it better; I certainly wouldn't recommend using the shirt collar."