Imagine being the newest Avenger assigned the daunting task of 'hiding' Loki for whatever reason. You're offered double pay, accept, then learn you're to shack up alone together in a safe house.
"Don't worry, kiddo." Tony assures. "He's agreed you make the house rules and to be on his best behavior."
You're speechless, as your mind reels. 'Are you shittin' me? This isn't some shmuck destined to testify in a trial of the century. This is Loki. The god of mischief and lies, who tried subjagating earth!'
Upon arriving at the safe house, he's instantly pompous. "I prefer dining at 7pm, and my bath run at 9."
You reply, exagerating a smile with two thumbs up. "Perrrfect. I eat at 5 and shower in the morning. We'll avoid each other entirely."
"Pardon? Shouldn't you be catering to a guest and prince?"
You deadpan. "Why, because I have a vagina? The fridge is stocked, help yourself, surely you've turned a faucet, and don't touch my pomegranate body wash or I'll shave off your eyebrows while you sleep."
Loki frowned. 'On no other realm are females this troublesome.'
