The God of Mischief

The corners of Loki's mouth twitched up slightly, a small smile, but a smile none the less. "There is no doubt in my mind that you know exactly what this is for, Melody." 

"You are THIS close to being hit." Melody hissed, measuring with her fingers. He may be someone she sort of looked up to from the books, but that still wouldn’t stop her from defending herself. "How can I be a grain of sand when you can’t walk over me." she smirked, "Especially when I won’t let you. I may be a grain but I’m the grain that gets stuck in your shoe and causes you problems for months." she told him seriously, not stepping back or stepping forward.

"You think so much of yourself, when in reality you are just bellowing like a Bilgesnipe." Loki laughed shaking his head at her, "My time is precious and you are not, as soon as you are gone you will never cross my mind again. You asked me to train you and I have refused so unless there is something else, leave."

"I couldn’t give a damn about what you think," He hissed, "and you must be an idiot if you think I would ever tutor a mortal in my ways." His eyes flashed as he looked down at her, "Even if I were to consider it what could you possibly have to offer me? I, am a God!"

"Excuse you!" Melody snapped, stepping forward now. "God or no God you do NOT speak to me like that. I couldn’t give a rats ass if you were the mightiest being on this earth." she pointed her finger at him, eyes narrowed, "NO.ONE. Is allowed to talk to me like that."

"I will talk to you how I want." He snapped not at all intimidated by her, "You are beneath me, you pathetic creature." His eyes flashed, as he stepped forward, hardly a gap between them now,  "You are nothing but a grain of sand on a beach and I will treat you as such."

Melody stood her ground, not stepping back as he stepped closer to her. “I…” she sighed and nodded, “I guess I am. I’ve always read the books about you and other Norse Mythological beings.” she finally admitted. “I really enjoyed knowing you worked with throwing knives like I do.”

"I couldn't give a damn about what you think," He hissed, "and you must be an idiot if you think I would ever tutor a mortal in my ways." His eyes flashed as he looked down at her, "Even if I were to consider it what could you possibly have to offer me? I, am a God!"

"You," his eyes roamed over her, "A mortal," He stepped closer, "Have to ask me, for lessons?"  He wasn't sure if he was impressed or not. No one apart from that stupid oaf Thor, really asked anything of him. He didn't take kindly to doing other people favours and only fools trusted him. Loki liked it that way.  "I could kill you with a knife before you could even blink.

He was enjoying her embarrassment, most now knew he couldn't use magic ont hem so some of the fear had ebbed, but it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy causing them discomfort in other ways.  "Then what exactly would it take to satisfy it?" 

He looked mildly disappointed for a split second, but recovered quickly. It would have been interesting to have a pet with nine lives, but never mind.  "So, you've seen me, has your curiosity been satisfied or are you going to continue to stare?"

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