I Know it and I'm Fine

“Huh.  If it helps, I think at least most of them try.”

“Um.  Isn’t that kind of what Lokis do?  I’m not an expert or anything.”

“How... how do you decide which one is the best?  Like who judges that?”

“Oh, okay... it’s an alternate reality thing.  There’s a universe where you’re the real Loki, while I’m a fake Tony Stark in any universe.  Got it.”

“Are you a clone, too?”

“What, just because you’re ten feet tall and ripped to shreds and get an unlimited supply of pussy and/or dick whenever you want it?”  Roger snorted.  “Who would ever be jealous of that?”

“I’m pretty sure the answer is you.”

“No shit, Sherlock.  Since I’ve been compared to you and found wanting ever since I was created, I’m not sure why you’re surprised.”

“Liar.  If being No Fun is genetic, why am I so cool?”

“What, just because you’re ten feet tall and ripped to shreds and get an unlimited supply of pussy and/or dick whenever you want it?”  Roger snorted.  “Who would ever be jealous of that?”

“No.”

"Why are you no fun?”

*Roger laughing maniacally*

“Go away.”

“You know what?  You should get a tattoo!  I wanna see if it looks weird one you change back.”

“....No.”

Roger pouted, then thought of something else.  “Wanna fight?”

*Roger laughing maniacally*

“Go away.”

“You know what?  You should get a tattoo!  I wanna see if it looks weird one you change back.”