Beneath Me 》 Loki Laufeyson《 [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

8. 》Dominating《

Dinner commenced, and the members of the team either threw jokes and harmless insults at each other, expressed how much they liked their new headquarters, or narrated some funny experiences.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, even Nick Fury was laughing. Well, Loki wasn't that hyped like the rest of them, but still. There was progress in his behavior.

Kara, of course, was the odd woman out. She hardly touched her food, too.

The God of Mischief took notice of this, and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Was the food not delicious? Is she mad about something? Something he'd done? Did she not like the room?

He poked her thigh, immediately earning a glare from her.

"What?", she asked. Loki pointed to her plate.

"Eat.", he commanded. She shook her head. "Why?"

"I'm not in the mood, alright?", she replied irritably.

Sighing, Loki grabbed her utensils and proceeded to feed her. The spoon was now inches away from her mouth.

"Open."

"I am not a baby," she said through gritted teeth, swatting his hand away. As a result, some of the viscous liquid spilled on Loki's armor, causing him to narrow his eyes at her.

He muttered something under his breath, and Kara cocked an eyebrow. "What was that?", she asked, crossing her arms.

After wiping his armor, Loki met her gaze and his lips curved upwards, a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

"No, you're my baby," he said, and Kara contorted her face in disgust. "Shut up, Laufeyson."

Little did they know, their playful banter (well, playful in Loki's point of view) was being thoroughly enjoyed by the others joining them at the table.

Thor had nudged Sam and Clint, who were on either side of the God of Thunder. It created some sort of domino effect, and soon, everyone was watching Loki and Kara.

"Ahem.", Rhodey fake-coughed, catching the pair's attention.

"Mind telling us how long you plan on keeping this up?", Rhodey continued.

"Keeping what up?" Kara asked in a clearly annoyed tone. Loki merely raised his eyebrows.

Rhodey pointed his index finger at both of them. "That. That silly argument of yours."

"Last time I've checked, ever since you arrived..." Tony began, looking straight at the brunette. "... you've always been at each others' throats."

"Well, last time I checked, I don't care what any of you think," Kara retorted, staring defiantly at the Avengers. Her yes lingered a bit longer on Loki, and she mustered an even menacing look at him.

What got on her nerves even more was that the god beside her was snickering. "The audacity of this a**hole to laugh at me?", she thought.

"What the f**k are you laughing at?!", she yelled, slamming her fists on the table. By now, Loki was full-on snorting with laughter.

"Language!", Steve hollered across the table, but Kara ignored his reprimanding stare. Her eyes looked deadly; she badly wanted to strangle the Asgardian right there and then in front of everyone.

Kara harshly grabbed the utensils from her plate and proceeded eating her soup, an occasional huff escaping her lips.

She was fuming.

No one else decided to speak to Kara for the rest of the dinner, noticing how smoke was practically being emitted from her ears at how tense and angry she looked. They proceeded to make small talk amongst themselves, but Kara's mind was still revolving on thoughts about basically plotting Loki's murder.