Imagine Loki giving you that (slightly overdone by now?) “kneel” bit, but you stay on your feet, still looking him in the eyes.
He narrows his eyes at you from halfway across the room, but you don’t budge.
You blink and Loki is suddenly millimeters away from your face.
“That wasn’t a suggestion. That was a *command*.”
Unamused, you deadpan.
“Your ‘command’ needs a mint.”














