Cut Out His Tongue

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"I’m just going to guess you didn’t have cartoons growing up, and because of that you can’t fully grasp my disappointment. That and now my dinner plans for next weekend are ruined."

"Your sarcasm is refreshing--I've dealt with far too many stale crackers lately. I'd almost forgotten what true humor sounds like."

"While I’m pretty sure you’re kidding, there’s a small part of me that desperately hopes you’re not."

"Kidding? Gargoyles are known racists, Kate Bishop--that is common knowledge, and I'd suggest you refrain from inviting them to any dinner parties."

"They may say that, but it’s a whole different story when you suddenly have gargoyles watching your every move no matter where you go."

"I've had gargoyles watching my every move once--it was emotionally scarring, and I'd rather not do it again. They tell the most wildly inappropriate jokes."

She scoffed and turned on heel, allowing the other to follow inside if he chose so. “You clean up any mess you make, understood?”

"Duly noted," he responded, stepping inside of her home. He offered a skeptical look at the interior, hands reaching inside his pockets to empty the water that had collected there. "Someone is certainly moving up in the world."

"I would be lying if I said that I thought the first face I’d see today would be yours. At least it’s a handsome one.”

"Are you going to let me in, or shall I continue making a mess of the carpet?"

"What the hell. We’re halfway there already."

"One trip to Gotham and now she's willing to commit to the creepy--and they say architecture doesn't change people."

"It’s only creepy if you make it creepy."

"Are we making it creepy?"

"Okay okay, you’ve made your point. You’re really fantastic at sneaking up on me. There. I admitted it."

"It sounds much creepier than it really is when you say it like that."

"I have the Avengers on speed dial!"

"Call them. I'd love to hear what they've occupied themselves with since I've gone rogue from going rogue."

So instead of starting with “hey sorry for not calling for… a long damn time” you decided to get me to feel sorry for you. Might’ve worked too if I didn’t have one of those last week.

It's working. You're just not aware of it yet--who, might I ask, gave you one of these?

Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t? I never smack to cause pain. Maybe just bruise the ego a little. What’d you do to deserve that, anyway?

I wouldn't--only because I know you better than you know yourself. I slipped into obscurity and decided that walking into your apartment sporting this would increase my chances of fending off any unwanted hostility. I was going for the sympathy angle.

That depends entirely on how much you were hoping to get smacked within your first five minutes of getting here.

Were you looking to add to the trauma that's already been inflicted on my face?

If you’re trying to be sneaky, try again. 

Should I step back outside the door?

Loki: Agent of Asgard #5

"What do you want?"

"I was hoping you could open up a portal to some hellish pit for me--just like old times. Or should I take my request elsewhere? Perhaps I'll find someone who's a little less sour at the moment."