Nightingale ➹

Knocking the trickster on his arse, she shoves the tip of her dagger into his throat, "Give me one reason, as to why I shouldn't kill you?"

"You're, a woman?"

"Clearly." His query hadn't derailed the woman's dagger, she could take his life in an instant, and walk away without a sense of remorse, "Answer me!" Her demands are clear and her intent to murder is amusing to the God.

Inching away from the girl's dagger, she presses the edge further into his throat, breaking the skin.
In that instant, Loki knew she had been serious. She intends to kill him where he stand.

He needed a plan, a convincing one.
One that wouldn't involve his demise, but allow him to use the assassin as he required.
He swallows, before parting his lips to speak, "I am not from this world." He proceeds, "I only wish to speak with you."

"I am not one for words." She spat.

The man raises his hands, slowly, proceeding with caution, "Look, I am not here to harm you. I swear."