(Loki X Nebula) We Love Hating Each Other

I Hate This, And You

CHAPTER TWO: I Hate This, And You

 “So, you and Thanos aren't on speaking terms, hmm?” He asked, “I wanna kill him” I confess, “I wanna taste his blood with the mixture of led from my crafted blade.” Loki examines me with a nonchalant look, “I see, daddy didn't love you” he teased. I scoff “look who's talking,” “I could easily have you thrown in the dungeons!” He was on the edge of yelling, how sensitive he was. “Like I could tell your loyal guards outside that their dear All-father, is in fact the treacherous, conniving, and manipulating, fallen prince, Loki” I stated, inching closer to the throne. “I get your ship fixed, you leave?”

“precisely, your highness,” I teased. Loki thought the deal over, his wheels turning in that big forehead of his, “are we in an agreement or not?” My index finger tapping on the handle in impatience.

Loki's eyes had been on the ground, but snapped to me, he wasn't willing to not carefully think this situation over, for him I was of Thanos. When I had just told him we weren't on fucking good terms!

   Men, I thought. “We are, to an agreement,” he says, offering his hand, I look to his massive hand. This was his word we were talking about, my eyes met his “your word means absolute shit in matters like this.” I smacked his hand away, I didn't even realize I was looking down at the God, due to him sitting and me standing, but I soon noticed when he slowly descended off the throne and onto his feet.

  My gaze soon shifted, as I lifted my chin a bit to look at him. The prince's hands were folded together behind him as he stepped around me, my body slowly turning to follow his movements, the God smirked “suite yourself.” I roll my eyes, I no longer felt threatened, just annoyed, or maybe that's what the minor God wanted, for me to see no threat, calculating little shit he was.

I put the blade back in its confined, “you'll stay here” Loki says, not a question, not a suggestion, but a demand. I had to give it to him, this was his territory, however me and my mouth. “You expect me to stay here after what your people saw, some android, walking to the palace,” I remark looking at him, “it'd be best if I stayed at the dome-thingy.”

   Loki scoffs, “I think not, Thanosdottir,” In a swift move my blade, his neck, couldn't bear to be apart. In instincts, Loki's head moved up to show neck when the blade kissed it firmly. “That mouth will get you killed, as it a gift, can be a curse,” I muttered to him in a dangerously low tone, I hated that name.

 “I am no more Thanos, as you are Odin…” Loki's lips thinned, assuming he was pressing them together. I smirked, tilting my head “are or you?”

 To my confusion, annoyance, and a surprise, Loki had me pinned in two swift moves, my blade hitting the floor, when he kicked it away. I look ahead, the illusion disappearing, I grimace “good move.”

  I simply kicked his shin, and stepped on his slipped-covered foot making Loki groan and be clouded by the sudden pain. I broke away from him, taking his arm that had pinned me and twisted it in a position, ready to snap it off. Loki was hunched over, and teeth snarling at me, he didn't like the position he was in, spoiled he was. I look at him, giving him a glare of my own, I hid my triumph for now.

“Listen here, brat. I use to be assigned to unlock your deepest miseries, and torment you ‘till you've screamed for mercy. I know what makes you tick, what makes you sore, and I even know your weakness is Thor.”

“You seem to have lost knowledge on the fact that I dislike him,” Loki said, not even trying to maneuver out of my hold. I shove him to the floor, “dislike, hmm. It use to be hate” I inform, “how long will I be staying here?” I demanded for an answer. Loki got up, dusting himself off “for however long it takes to fix your damn ship” he snapped at me. I felt my lip began to twitch, irritating piece of shit he is, no wonder Thanos wanted to get rid of him, no matter how entertaining he was to watch.

  “You'll need a disguise,” Loki mentioned as I went to pick up my blade. “Will I now?” I sooth in sarcasm, “as you probably saw the asgardians aren't too keen on seeing-” “a droid?” I snap at him, teeth showing as they gritted together. “Aren't you a… Luphomoid, if not Centaurian?” He asked. I look at him for a second, “don't ever again compare me to a Centaurian,” I threatened, thinking of the whistle tuner, Yondu, whose soul may rest in peace.

“You racist,” I remark. “I'm not racist, it's just the machinery attached to your body makes it hard to identify what species you are,” he explained with no intent to apologize. “Fuck you. What kind of disguise?” I bark, “a disguise, are you death?” He asked in annoyance, to me, it was a simple question.

 “I'm about to cut out your sarcophagus, which will of course put your silvertongue to no use. I could sell it,” I say, putting up the blade, and fishing out a dagger as I smiled at him devilishly. Loki raised a brow, “funny” he deadpanned at me.

  “Now, let's see here” he says, circling around me. “I feel you would be a redhead, pale… but not sickly pale. Brown eyes no doubt- ” “get on with it, will ya” I bark. Loki walks away from me, I think I may have pissed off the twirp, “my dear, it's already been done. Why don't you take a look” he says, tone intervening with annoyance and beckoning.

I look at him, questioning myself as I had agreed to do this. I raise my hand, my eyes snapping to it and back, no longer mechanic but skin. My head was sweating, which was weird, I don't think I've sweated for a long time, I felt a brush past my ears. I put up my hands, noticing my rings were still on my hand, which was great, I felt plush soft… hair. I made a face, this is weird, I don't like it. I pulled on a chunk of my hair, and saw it was wavy, and orange. “Reverse this” I say. “No. This will help you fit in, maybe try and enjoy hair,” he mocked. I gave a slight smile before harshly flipping him off. Loki took a gander at me once more, “we should change the attire as well” “back the hell up!” I warn, “I'm not putting on a damn dress.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “well you can't wear that, it's filthy,” he stated. I look to my outfit, leather red, but had a gooey substance on it, I have no idea where it came from. “Pants, if you will,” I say realizing a change of clothes would be decent. Loki crosses his arms, “you know, a friend of mine, Sif, was always so resistant to wearing one, but in the end, she saw she fitted into one.” I just stare at him, “did she kick your ass?”

~

  “I'm gonna kill you in your sleep,” I remark, my hair in a bun, two slim braids circling around it, as some of my hair lay on my left shoulder. I wore a red, long-sleeved dress, a slit down the side of my right leg, a gold belt around my waist, and golden open-toed heels. My lip twitching more, to force myself not to growl, as I stood by Loki in his Odin illusion. We were currently looking at a big Loki statue. He's a narcissist, I thought, “just gonna cut out your verbal organs and sell them.” Loki rolls his eyes at me.

“You're an ass,” I commented, “you barely know me” Loki shot. “Not true, remember, I was your tormentor. So, in all actuality, I do. Plus you were an ass before I met you.”