#iris carlier

god-of-mischief-here-tada

Loki tensed up once more when he realized whoever it was had woken up, his eyes slowly looked over and saw it was Iris, well now he wasn’t sure how he felt about this since Iris didn’t hold any ill feelings to him and nor did he to her but on the other hand, the avengers probably won’t be too happy with him either. “Morning Iris, my apologies if I disturbed you last fight and I suppose it good that you’re still alive since that wine was from Asgard but then again it wasn’t mead so you’re probably fine. I should probably use a spell to ensure you don’t get pregnant since your mortal things seem to fail easily.” He rubbed his hands over his face, this was real awkward “I can leave if you want and we can pretend this never happened” he didn’t wish to make her uncomfortable or ruin her life, he was nicer than most gave him credit for.

@iriscarlier

“P-pregnant? No, no no no...” Iris stuttered. She sat up, then moaned as the throbbing in her head increased exponentially. Pressing a hand against her forehead, she leaned back into the headboard and closed her eyes. “Oh my god...I can’t believe I did that.” Realizing too late how rude that might sound to the man, Iris opened her eyes and looked at him, slightly panicking as she tried to backstep her phrasing. “I mean...not that it was bad, it wasn’t...you were amazing...I just - I kinda work for you, the Avengers and all...we shouldn’t have done that - but like, I don’t mean because it was you, I just mean, in general...” Iris sighed and stopped talking for a moment. She had to collect her thoughts. Insulting a mythical god was not the right move, but as a person he wasn’t a bad guy either - not anymore, at least it seemed. Iris pursed her lips and considered wording before she said, “I don’t regret it. It just wasn’t...the professional thing to do. I’m sorry if you...if you regret your actions. I understand.”

“That was INCREDIBLE! – YOU were incredible! … What’s wrong?”

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki smiles at her kindly. “Thank you, dear.” He just found her so intriguing. “I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boss though.” Loki kisses her hand gently. “Call me any time you want to talk.” He scribbles his phone number on a piece of paper.

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki shrugs. “Over a thousand years old. I don’t know the exact year though.”

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki sighs in relief that it wasn’t about how evil he is. “Yes, Thor and I are Gods, but we aren’t immortal. We live for 5100 years.” He takes a deep breath. “I can shapeshift, but not into anything. There are limitations.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. This wasn’t something he’s used to. Someone genuinely interested in him. “I can copy myself and make illusions, that’s my specialty really. And I can summon knives at will.” Loki looks at her nervously. “Did…did you want to know anything else?”

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki looks down. “What have you heard?”

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki smirks. “That can be arranged, if you aren’t busy later.” He is surprised how bold she is.