A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)

Loki's POV

I walked down the staircase all the while looking at Danielle. I could'nt help but replay that moment and laugh inside. I saw her look at me and think about how this shirt did "excellent" things for my chest. 

We stepped inside a red chariot. "Where are the horses?" 

Danielle laughed... she has a nice laugh. "Its a Ferrari. It doesnt need horses." I heard a low rumbling sound and the next second, I was thrown back into my seat all the while hearing a loud noise envelope me.....

"Like it?" How could Danielle look pleased!!?

"This is exactly why I think humans are inferior!!" I shout. "You find sick pride and joy in the most unpleasant noises to fill in your empty lives, you find solace in material objects that have no....."

Danielle looked as if she was about to cry. That angered me more. But I could'nt hurt her... I kept quiet. My god I was getting soft... 

She shifted something next to me and the low rumbling sound returned. This time she drove the chariot slowly out of her palace grounds and I found myself surrounded by similar chariots. 

"Okay, so I need to first get you some good clothes for outside." she spoke, her voice mildly cracking. I ignored that. "We can go to Tommy Hilifiger, they have good shirts and shoes." 

She guided the chariot with what looked like minimum effort into a slot among other chariots. 

"Oh and by the way, this.." she points to her chariot. "is a car. Stop calling it a chariot, people are gonna think you dropped from 1840's or something." 

I dint understand the reference, but I assume it was a joke. I smiled. She looked fine, as if my earlier remark did not effect her. And i felt bad I said it. 

I, Loki, felt hurt for hurting another. And a Midgardian at that. While questioning myself, I walk into the establishment Danielle led me to. 

"Now, Loki. Its important you know that whatever you pick....." she looked at me and smiled. "I will not accept."

"What? Why?" 

"You wear a cape and gold and a helmet with horns. I dont remotely trust you with clothes unless you go to comic-con. So I'm in charge."

Im in charge. . I liked that she was incharge. 

I hated when anybody told me they wanted to take care of things. What was going on!??