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”Mercy, perhaps?” He dared, lips turning Into the threat of a smirk, quirking a brow, watching her eyes examine the length of his leather and metal-clad form.

“For whatever reasons, I’m doubting how hard you can actually punch someone. Blame It on your short stature. Giving yourself a taste of your own medicine? How…Noble.” Loki’s features shifted Into that of mild surprise, leaning away partially. Her bright smile that dimpled her cheeks made was that of a young child on that holiday of Christmas.

But her offer had shattered that Illusion, making his eyes widen at the boldness. “…Why can’t you ever be that generous on a daily basis In my presence?”

‘ yeah, sure. ‘she responded, sarcastically, ‘ loki, i don’t know what the hell your last name is; poster boy for mercy if you kneel for him. ‘ she then scoffed, arms folding over her chest. ‘ good one, mischief. ‘

‘ okay, so punching maybe not my forte. but a knee to the balls or cervix, i can do. ‘ she narrowed her eyes at him, leaning forward slightly. ‘ don’t fuck with me, loki. ‘cause one of the things you do not do is underestimate a woman. last bastard that did that to be good 500 volts of electricity to the balls. and black widow, you’ve seen her right? guys look at her and go; i aint gonna fuck with that. leave that to captain america (i ship it, don’t judge, lokes). ‘ 

‘ and trust me, if you took me to asgard everyday, you would be getting the best blow jobs of your life. i’m ashamed of jane that she didn’t do that to thor when they went, to be honest. i thought i taught her better than that. ‘

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