No man, it’ll be great. I’ll get you a cake that says congrats on the sex.
I’ll let him know. I’m more of a top myself but I can definitely see the appeal of bottoming for you. You’re tall and gorgeous.
I am not sure either of us eat cake.
I am sure you could be coerced with the proper technique.
And yes, I am aware. I have been told countless times.
It helps to be a “frigid bitch with a frozen heart”. Would you find it more truthful to say very little rules me. I’ve no time to debate whether or not I can be controlled. The masses need their alcohol.
How many have you bedded?
"Frigid bitch" is harsh. You are more than a bitch, darling. But yes, I would know it to be more truthful that way.
Since when does Loki allow the masses to control him? Loki has time for everything Loki desires.
If I were to pick out a blond for death tonight it would only be for la petite morte. So I suppose it is your loss. No one rules me, Baldur. I’ve always been that way.
French. Look at you - so worldly. I bet all the mortal women kneel before you without a thought.
No one rules you. What a quaint statement. Everyone is ruled by something and that something is usually controlled by someone.
Like I said. Just wanted to say hello. Being Loki’s second means it’s my job to know everyone. Particularly everyone sexing up our leader. Congrats on that, by the way.
He owed me, no need for congratulations. You can tell him he makes for quite a docile partner. Who was to know the great Silvertongue is so submissive.
I’m a more than adequate actor. I’m sure I will get through the shift without killing any fools. After that I make no promises. Unless someone sacrifices themselves to keep the blondes of the city safe. -smirks-
I would ask Thor about the sacrifice; I’ve done my part. I’d reckon I am the best looking blonde around, anyway. It would be a pity to rid the world of me so soon. Though, I suppose, you never were one to stick to a timeline.
I’m here for my work shirt. Then I’m off.
Try not to look so perturbed. Customers do not respond to that sort of demeanor. Try not to kill any gorgeous, unsuspecting blondes while you are out, either.
And you reek of Loki. Must we play the smells game? My nose is far sharper than yours.
You say that as if it is a compliment to yourself. Was there a reason you came to cast your shadow upon my doorstep?
Very well. Just as a wallet then. I already have gloves, they’d be hurt if I replace them with a wallet.
He sighs, turning to face Nate, his hand placed upon his lower arm.
I don’t want you to get out of my hair. You know what I am like when people permanently disappear from my life, not you too. Please.
I’m sure they would. You can’t offend your gloves; that would just be rude.
…I won’t disappear, I just won’t bother you as much. I’m glad you’re finally happy, I just don’t want to screw things up for you.