She was quite pleased when the small
creature stayed put on her finger, but
mourned the loss of the pretty thing
when it finally flew away. Her hands both
lowered when Loki stepped closer to her
and told her that some humans had the
capacity to learn what he did. “And can
you tell which humans have this ability?”
"I believe that most mortals have the capacity to learn at least the basics of magic," he murmured, closing the distance between the two of them carefully. "To learn more…it takes a mortal that is more determined. More intelligent and focused." The slightest shrug as he looked Peggy over. "Perhaps I can try and teach you…if you are interested."
Natasha awoke several hours later and almost immediately, she knew something was off. Loki wasn’t anywhere in the room, and worry rushed through her veins. She shot up out of bed and took off through the house, searching every nook and cranny for the god, but with no luck. Her body shook with silent sobs and she moved to sit on the couch.
Astrid followed the woman around the house silently, ears folded back against her head. She knew her Master was gone. Once Natasha sat on the couch, the tigress climbed up next to her, whining and nudging her hand lightly in an attempt to comfort her. After a moment, she nudged Natasha’s hand and glanced at the door as if to say Loki had left.
[I hate that constant feeling I have that I’m annoying every single person I’m talking to]
Whal, whal, whal,
Loki what we have here.
A solid way to accept someone’s feelings.
i’m gonna die still laughing at this
I gleefully showed this to at least four people and nobody got the joke so