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A/N: Workout outfit!
(Tera's POV)
The next morning, I find a note from Nat, apparently there's an emergency, the whole team is gone. I realize that meant it's just Loki and I. Nat wrote they shouldn't be gone for long, but she gives me clear instructions to stay away from Loki. I feel alone, but I don't want to find Loki, I'm still embarrassed from last night.
I decide to head down to the training room to continue practicing with my staff. I'm getting better at it, but not good enough to engage in combat. I grab my staff from the cabinet, scroll through my playlist before settling on Hall of Fame, and begin practicing. After about an hour, the staff twirls easily in my hands. I begin walking at a fast pace while practicing to improve my agility, focusing on more than one thing, incorporating jabs and blocks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark figure standing, watching me. I stop my staff and take out my earbuds to see who it is.
Just my luck.
"Hey," I say, panting slightly, to the god standing in the doorway.
"Mortal," he says indifferently.
There's a silence.
"What are you doing?"
"This?" I ask, gesturing to the staff.
Loki nods.
"It's a new fighting technique I'm learning."
He raises an eyebrow at me, his arms crossed.
"You're learning to fight... with a stick?"
"You don't always need weapons, you know."
"Yes, but I don't see how a twig can induce pain."
I laugh. "It's called karate. It's a form of self-defense. You aren't supposed to use it against those who are weak. You can only use it on those trying to hurt you," I explain. "And trust me, it can hurt a lot."
He starts walking towards me. I notice he changed out of his battle armor he had arrived in. He's now wearing a long sleeve dark green shirt, black joggers, and a pair of Nike's.
"I doubt it could hurt at all," he says, smirking.
"Of course you would think that," I respond, rolling my eyes, turning away from him. I start twirling my staff again.
"And what do you mean by that, exactly."
I turn back around to face him, still spinning.
"Oh please, you think that since you are a god, we can't hurt you."
He sticks his hand out, stopping my staff with his forearm. I'm spinning so fast that it smacks into his arm and bounces back the other way.
"Are you implying that you can hurt me with your precious stick?"
