Loki isn't the only one who can teleport people.
He knew that.
What he didn't know was that there existed someone who could match his flare for speech and cunning.
"Do you need help with the buttons?" Halldora teased him, again waiting on the other side of the bedroom door.
"No thank you, Lady Wordsmith, I'm sure I can manage without you drooling over me again," Loki replied, making her frown.
"I did not drool over you, you looked pathetic," she said, turning away and walking into the kitchen. She kept frowning so that she didn't get embarrassed.
"Pathetic you say?" he asked, making her turn around. He was standing just outside the door, wearing a dark blue shirt and a leather jacket.
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"Do you really think that?" he asked, giving her a knowing look.
"Well, they suit you," she said, smiling politely. Translation, you look absolutely gorgeous, she thought to herself. She was glad he couldn't use magic to read her mind, because she was already embarrassed from thinking it.
"Do you think I could pass for a Midgardian mortal?" he asked, staying almost completely still, like he didn't know how to move in the clothes.
"If you dropped the accent and relaxed, possibly," Halldora said, making him smirk.
"How would you rather I sound?" he asked, his voice suddenly changing to an accent she'd recognised from watching Midgardian television. He sounded like, what was the voice? British. Yes, his voice was deeper and British. She felt weak at the knees but disguised it by leaning on the kitchen counter.
"Just be yourself and relax," she repeated herself, though she didn't really want him to stop.
"Fine," Loki said, sounding upset as he stomped back into the bedroom to change again. Halldora frowned. Had she said something wrong? She heard a louder scuffling sound from the bedroom and a couple of stomping sounds. Was he throwing a tantrum? She decided to let him simmer down before she spoke again.
"Silvertongue?" she asked softly, listening to see if he replied.
"Why do you care?" he asked, his voice muffled and soft like he was close to tears.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice more urgent than before but still soft so she didn't scare him. He was silent. She wondered what was happening and her heart pace quickened as the silence dragged on.
"Silvertongue?" She asked louder. She heard the bed springs creak slightly under pressure. She opened the door a crack and saw the Asgardian with his head in his hands, shaking slightly.
"Silvertongue?" she whispered, creeping towards him and kneeling in front of him gently. She made to reach for his forearms but he flinched away from her again. "Shh, it's okay, what's wrong?" she asked.
He suddenly opened his hands, showing an upset expression. She worried he was going to cry and she reached for his hands again. He surprised her when he suddenly broke out into a wide grin.
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"And they say the Vanir don't have a heart between them," Loki grinned, making her stand up with tears in her own eyes.
"That was a dirty lie Silvertongue," she said, turning away from him.
"Maybe it's pay back from leaving me in that shop, Lady Wordsmith. Besides, I am the God of Mischief," he said, still grinning as she walked away. She sniffled, wiping her hands over her eyes to try and stop herself. She had been genuinely worried about the Asgardian, and it terrified her. If she started to panic at the first sign that he was upset after two days, how would she be able to handle it when he left her in the near future? She was convinced he was going to leave. It was in his nature to leave things when he got bored. And now he'd tricked her by showing how much she cared for him already. How could she have been so stupid?
Loki watched her leave, hearing her begin to sniffle. He frowned, looking down as he realised that he had made her cry from his trick. He never made Thor cry when he'd tricked his brother. Well, once, but he had faked his death twice now. He didn't think he'd ever made someone cry. Never in his life. But he had done today. What had he done, making her feel like she'd made him upset? He really was a monster.
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"Lady Wordsmith," he started, getting off the bed and cautiously following after her.
"Shut up Loki," she said, pushing his arm away.
"But, Halldora-," he uttered, trying to hold onto her arm.
"Get off," Halldora said, pushing his chest so he stepped back from her.
"But, I didn't mean-," he tried to start again.
"Yes you bloody did," she said, pulling her arms around herself protectively. "Get out," she muttered.
"What?" he asked, his eyes finally welling up with the tears he should have had earlier.
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"Get out," she said, not noticing how sad he looked, "Do magic, skulk back to Asgard, I don't care. Just get out. I really thought-," she started, before stopping herself, "Just, get out Loki."
Loki tried to get her to look at him but she had her eyes firmly shut. He gave up and walked slowly to the door, closing it sharply. Halldora's sniffles filled the little apartment. She hoped he wasn't coming back. Then she could live on Midgard in peace again and she wouldn't have to worry about teaching him to care for someone else. It was good. He was gone. Unfortunately though, she already missed him.
