The God Of Mischief

Loki. Can you not refrain from mischievousness for one night?

Can you not say my name with such disdain?

Weren’t you the guy who tried to enslave the human race?

Well, when you say it like that...

If someone else bumps into me, I swear to God I’ll throw them over the balcony.

If you wish to express your agitation, killing them is a mercy. Torture gets the point across.

What’s your poison?

Arsenic, but I am very impartial to belladonna.

I still know how to throw a pretty great party if I do say so myself.

I hear my brother and Rogers are making wagers. I say they both lose.

Do not push your luck, brother– one small deed done with a million more to be thanked.

Oh, by the gods, there will be more? I cannot complain killing humans utterly useless with a weapon wasn’t delightful, but I am not chained to handing over favors.

No, I would place Mjolnir on you until I thought an appropriate time passed; perhaps listening to Banner speak of his contraptions in the lab would make you misbehave less, you wouldn’t want to anger him.

We are not speaking of this matter yet again, Loki. At this point we are on the same level of the Midgardians.

Keep that giant rage monster away from me. Now you see, I will have conjured multiple illusions pretending to be me and then I have the chance to watch you struggling to find the real one.

How presumptuous of you to believe you know everything when in fact you know nothing. How typical of you ‘godly’ beings.

I am not the expert in love, dear boy, but I can sense she is rather conflicted. Or perhaps, she is playing you for a fool and you will believe anything she says.

We cannot constantly stomp around like we are better, Loki. It is rather disrespectful of us to do so.

I suspect you will flick me on the nose like a misbehaving child if the thought even crossed my mind. Which, we are better, to answer that.