whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"You're very quiet, makes you better at backstabbing."

It's not said in anything but a jesting manner. She genuinely does enjoy his company.

She's had more food so she pours herself another glass of wine.

"That's because you haven't seen me at parties. When I want to be I can be quite the social butterfly." Loki meant it sincerely too.

"I can believe that. I bet you are incredibly charming when you want to be."

Part of that silvertongue must be winning people over with charm.

"Nor is it obvious necessarily when I'm doing so. It works better if you're subtle about it." With a raise of his glass towards her and an amused, but secretive, smile.

"Not obvious at all, huh?"

She wonders how much of his smoothness with her is an act, he's very practiced at making someone putty in his hand.

"Which means you're now wondering if I'm acting or not." No he hadn't read her mind, it just seemed like the next logical path. Nor could he read minds.

A pause, blue-green eyes studying her again, expression serious. "I did not expect to find someone I am...comfortable with. Could be friendly with, among humans."

"Good deduction." It's a natural thought process and he picked right up on it.

"I am happy and actually very flattered to be your friend."

"Why?" Yes he was absolutely wonderful although few saw it that way. But she was a trauma surgeon, in New York. She knew what he was capable of, what he'd done. At the very least. Yet she'd been polite and friendly towards him--kind at least, since their first meeting.

"You are very smart, entertaining to be around. I know I should hate you, given everything, and maybe you're just acting for me, but you don't seem like a monster."

She takes a sip of wine, "callous and condescending, sure, but I don't know, I don't see the overt cruelty I think I was expecting."

"There's a difference between being cruel in support of an objective, and just being a sadist." Loki replied, gaze still measuring her. "I...could have been a monster, if I wanted. But so can many beings."

"There are plenty of monstrous humans, we all have the potential."

He would just be able to do damage on a different scale.

"You just seem, relieved? - to have someone treat you nicely."

"It's.....more that you don't seem to expect me to be anything specific." Loki hazarded, head turning slightly as he scrutinized her. Trying to figure out the puzzle she presented. "You didn't treat me like a monster, I have no reason to attempt being something to gain your favor..."

"I wouldn't know what to expect from you, honestly."

She's not really mentioned the invasion to him, and it isn't as if she saw him, she had been working, what she saw was of him on the news.

"The news did make you look taller though, I'll admit that." Not that he's short by any stretch.

"Part of that is costuming. You've seen me in far more casual circumstances." Which was true.

"Without the." She points and her head and giggles, "big horns."

It brought an amused scoff of laughter, before Loki was getting up from his seat. As he'd been known to do, his clothing shimmered. Midgardian suit and jacket and tie fading into a familiar look from the news.

"Better?"

"Oh, there's all the height."

She stares up at him and nods.

"Looks heavy."

"I'm rather used to it, honestly." Loki replied, before offering a slight bow. "Nor did I wear this all the time, even during the invasion." May as well tackle it head on. "I imagine you must have questions however."

"Would probably get in the way while plowing through the city."

She only has one question really.

"Why? You don't even like humans all that much, why bother with this planet in particular?"

He was quiet, debating if he wanted to answer. And if he did, how he would answer. How much was he comfortable revealing. Studying her again, blue-green eyes seeming to weigh and measure her. Before he moved back to his chair, clothing shimmering once more--but not back to the Midgardian attire he'd shown up in. He stayed in his Asgardian clothing, just not nearly so... battle ready.

Taking his seat, he finally looked away. "It is complicated, and a delicate manner. But I truly believed you all needed leadership and guidance." They had seemed more orderly, in their way, than the other nine-realms as well. At least those that Asgard did not already have a solid hold over.

That outfit is more practical, and still very not-human.

"We won't even listen to the guidance of scientists about things. Humanity could absolutely use a more unified anything, but it seems unlikely. Especially if an alien invasion didn't make humanity work together."

"It was years ago though, and I've seen quite a bit since then." 4 years, that he'd hidden as Odin, 1 year in prison after that disastrous invasion. Then however many months on Sakaar.

"Has that time changed you?" Seems a natural question to ask, even if she thinks it must have.

If he's even willing to entertain a human as a friend.

"I'm sure you can ask a better question than that, especially not one you know the answer to." That eyebrow was arching again, challenge in his tone.

"Does your hair need conditioner? Or does it just stay nice on its own?"

Fine, an unexpected question for you, Loki.

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