#mischixvous

        Sharp emeralds skim over matching noir locks & emerald gaze ;            fights to  roll eyes at  the sight  opposite him, yet  does nothing.            Only  hues  narrow, thin lips opening as if to speak  something            of wit, but Ubiec cannot find the nerve.

it’s a perfectly normal day for the two of them, or at least it SHOULD be. it should just be a routine raid. the people are vastly under-prepared for them as always. they’re working through the lot of them as always. and then suddenly things are different and alexi is not a fan.

loki is quick to get them both to the ground, which alexi would be more appreciative of if his boyfriend had been just slightly quicker. still, he’s gotta admire the ease and calm with which loki handles their sudden change in routine. he’s a bit to annoyed to be able to handle things right now.

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’r e genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

               Breathing is ragged, small body feeling heavier then ever, weighing her down. The girl is slouched pathetically, half propped against the rough surface of the alley wall, head lolling to the side -- if it weren’t for the rising && falling of her chest, one might mistake her for a corpse ; a corpse covered in GORE. It wasn’t all hers though, && if she was in bad shape the agents she’d narrowly escaped had been nothing short of decimated. 

                    Stray hadn’t known they were Hydra until she’d caught a glimpse of rounded metal clutched in one of their hands && memories of shock collars meant to deter her power use flashed through her mind. Everything after that was little more then a blur ( she remembers one squad member suddenly being aflame, the smell of burning flesh stinging her nose as gun shots ring out, one catching her in the shoulder, another whizzing by her face. ‘ Don’t kill her you idiot ! ‘ comes an angry voice, && then the faint reply of ‘ Fuck orders ! I’m not dyin’ here ! ‘ before she feels the hot spray of blood across her face, a body dropping && soon to be met with company ). She’s lucky she hadn’t brought the whole block down -- but she HAD left a trail of crimson as she fled as far as her wounds would allow from the horrific scene. A trail that someone had apparently managed to follow. 

      “Loki!” Her voice was as cheerful as her smile was bright,    blond curls    bouncing on narrow shoulders as she made her way over to him.     The    revelry was ongoing around them, music and feasting and drinking. “Did    you come here with anyone?”  She barely gave him a chance to answer,    already seeking to eagerly tug him along.      “You’re going to dance with    me, RIGHT?” Was there even a choice?

               LIGHT STEPS COME into the room  &  ( this time ) she opens her eyes in curiosity about who is next ? Who is coming to ask how she is feeling ? Their faces masked with genuine concern that doesn’t go unnoticed, but her expression is always blank  &  she can see the disappointment behind those hurt expressions that follow. The ones they try to mask by looking down at the floor or at their hands. 

The deal is: she has no idea who they are. 

&  this time is no different. The tall  &  elegant man stops by the foot of the bed as her eyes fall upon his face. Nothing. No sense of familiarity or of anything else. It is weird... having no emotions or reactions.

Most of all, she HATES the pity in their eyes.