For a split second, Alex was worried that she’d somehow overstepped or said the wrong thing by mentioning her generation. Then again, it wasn’t as though it was offensive. It was the truth. He had to be reminded of that constantly. If it was her, she’d be more upset that people were walking around on eggshells around her. But then he was grinning, and her worries abated a little. “I’d show you now, but I’m pretty sure Stark wouldn’t let you live it down if you were watching them at his party,” she said, laughing a little.
She shrugged her shoulders and hummed a little. “You say that now,” she replied, chuckling. It wasn’t that her sense of humor was actually bad, per say, it was just that there had been times where she could have probably kept her mouth shut during a mission. But what were the odds that they’d ever go on a mission together? He seemed interested in spending more time with her — she thought — but outside of that seemed to be a stretch. S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably put him with the best of the best for missions. That’d make the most sense.
“I don’t know about that. My knowledge of Queens goes to my aunt’s house and a pizza place. I know a hell of a lot more about Brooklyn than I do about Queens.” She paused for a moment and let out a laugh, short and soft. “There’s actually this laundromat that has a secret pinball arcade and bar. Although, it’s not that much of a secret. But it is cool.” She’d heard someone describe it as a modern-day speakeasy, but that felt a little too pretentious to her. “No expectations is good,” she said, sidestepping his comment about the 40s. She still wasn’t sure how to broach that subject.
Alex let out a snort of laughter at the sight of his phone. “Christ, yeah it is. You haven’t texted anyone yet?” It was taking everything she had in her not to laugh. Her mom had gotten her grandmother the same phone for Christmas, and it had been an absolute disaster. She loved the phone, but still hadn’t really figured out how to text. Sometimes Alex would just get a bunch of almost words without any spaces in between them and she’d have to decipher their meaning. “It’d actually be pretty good for that. You could do some serious damage with this thing.”
The crowd started to abate a little as drinks were served. Alex stepped a few feet forward. It wasn’t as close to the bar as she’d like, but it was better than before. She turned around to say something else to Steve when she heard the people in front of her start talking about Steve. She couldn’t really make out much other than Captain America and go first, but she could see where this was going.
“Uh, Mr. Rogers?” One of the men that had been insistently whispering turned around to face Steve. “You go ahead. We can wait,” he said, motioning towards the bar.
Loki raised a brow at her words, otherwise not responding. It was for her to decide? He wasn’t sure what was causing the curling heat in his stomach, her words or the way she’d been grinning. Either way, it didn’t really spell good news for him. He wasn’t doubting that he could overpower or outsmart her should thee need arise, but she could be a distraction. He had exceptional willpower in a lot of areas, but some women proved to be too… distracting. And Eris appeared to be unlike any woman he’d met before.
Many of the women on Midgard had been too reserved for him. Yes, they had been quite intelligent, but intelligence was useless when it wasn’t being applied properly. So many had had so much potential, only for it to be wasted away while Odin ruled with a tiring hand. Lady Sif had piqued his interest at first. He had heard the stories of the valkyries, the legends of their heroics, and Sif had initially reminded him of them. But then he realized that she was too righteous for him, too dedicated to Midgard. It was no surprise that she preferred Thor’s company to his.
“What kind of benefits?” He asked, adopting an innocent expression across his face. Playing dumb had always been a weak spot for him. He knew that he was far too proud to properly maintain the facade, or even portray it to begin with. But It was an attempt, at least. “Easier to watch me, then? Better to try to understand the fallen god, hmmm?” It spoke a lot to his ego that he was able to be this confident after being beaten and taken into captivity.
He watched as she stepped away, taking in the rest of the apartment. It was bigger than he’d expected for a captive. She’d mentioned earlier that Thor had requested the books, and for a brief moment, he wondered if this was Thor’s doing. A stab of ache hit his chest and he shoved it away. Thor had made it known where his loyalties lie. He wouldn’t advocate for Loki. Not for this.
His gaze flitted over to her, drawn from his thoughts as she spoke. “I’m sure I’ll think up something,” he said, giving a shrug of his shoulders. Really, he couldn’t be bothered to come up with them. He had no personal items there. He was most likely being constantly monitored. What rules did he need to set? He reached over for his champagne flute and lifted it to his mouth, taking a sip. Without thinking, he grimaced, setting it down forcefully. “This is what Midgardians call a drink?”
She shrugged her shoulders and hummed a little. “You say that now,” she replied, chuckling. It wasn’t that her sense of humor was actually bad, per say, it was just that there had been times where she could have probably kept her mouth shut during a mission. But what were the odds that they’d ever go on a mission together? He seemed interested in spending more time with her — she thought — but outside of that seemed to be a stretch. S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably put him with the best of the best for missions. That’d make the most sense.
“I don’t know about that. My knowledge of Queens goes to my aunt’s house and a pizza place. I know a hell of a lot more about Brooklyn than I do about Queens.” She paused for a moment and let out a laugh, short and soft. “There’s actually this laundromat that has a secret pinball arcade and bar. Although, it’s not that much of a secret. But it is cool.” She’d heard someone describe it as a modern-day speakeasy, but that felt a little too pretentious to her. “No expectations is good,” she said, sidestepping his comment about the 40s. She still wasn’t sure how to broach that subject.
Alex let out a snort of laughter at the sight of his phone. “Christ, yeah it is. You haven’t texted anyone yet?” It was taking everything she had in her not to laugh. Her mom had gotten her grandmother the same phone for Christmas, and it had been an absolute disaster. She loved the phone, but still hadn’t really figured out how to text. Sometimes Alex would just get a bunch of almost words without any spaces in between them and she’d have to decipher their meaning. “It’d actually be pretty good for that. You could do some serious damage with this thing.”
The crowd started to abate a little as drinks were served. Alex stepped a few feet forward. It wasn’t as close to the bar as she’d like, but it was better than before. She turned around to say something else to Steve when she heard the people in front of her start talking about Steve. She couldn’t really make out much other than Captain America and go first, but she could see where this was going.
“Uh, Mr. Rogers?” One of the men that had been insistently whispering turned around to face Steve. “You go ahead. We can wait,” he said, motioning towards the bar.
Loki raised a brow at her words, otherwise not responding. It was for her to decide? He wasn’t sure what was causing the curling heat in his stomach, her words or the way she’d been grinning. Either way, it didn’t really spell good news for him. He wasn’t doubting that he could overpower or outsmart her should thee need arise, but she could be a distraction. He had exceptional willpower in a lot of areas, but some women proved to be too… distracting. And Eris appeared to be unlike any woman he’d met before.
Many of the women on Midgard had been too reserved for him. Yes, they had been quite intelligent, but intelligence was useless when it wasn’t being applied properly. So many had had so much potential, only for it to be wasted away while Odin ruled with a tiring hand. Lady Sif had piqued his interest at first. He had heard the stories of the valkyries, the legends of their heroics, and Sif had initially reminded him of them. But then he realized that she was too righteous for him, too dedicated to Midgard. It was no surprise that she preferred Thor’s company to his.
“What kind of benefits?” He asked, adopting an innocent expression across his face. Playing dumb had always been a weak spot for him. He knew that he was far too proud to properly maintain the facade, or even portray it to begin with. But It was an attempt, at least. “Easier to watch me, then? Better to try to understand the fallen god, hmmm?” It spoke a lot to his ego that he was able to be this confident after being beaten and taken into captivity.
He watched as she stepped away, taking in the rest of the apartment. It was bigger than he’d expected for a captive. She’d mentioned earlier that Thor had requested the books, and for a brief moment, he wondered if this was Thor’s doing. A stab of ache hit his chest and he shoved it away. Thor had made it known where his loyalties lie. He wouldn’t advocate for Loki. Not for this.
His gaze flitted over to her, drawn from his thoughts as she spoke. “I’m sure I’ll think up something,” he said, giving a shrug of his shoulders. Really, he couldn’t be bothered to come up with them. He had no personal items there. He was most likely being constantly monitored. What rules did he need to set? He reached over for his champagne flute and lifted it to his mouth, taking a sip. Without thinking, he grimaced, setting it down forcefully. “This is what Midgardians call a drink?”
June 14th, 2019 at 03:45am