WARNING: Some of violence and crude language
“Do you love me?”
You froze at the question asked in such a soft, lilting tone. It was a subject the two of you had yet to breach. You knew you cared for Loki, but it had been mere days since you had found one another and realized your connection.
You considered your words carefully before answering him. “I enjoy your company. I admire how clever you are and how you just have to know how every human object works even if that curiosity ended up destroying our refrigerator.”
“I maintain that the mechanical beast attacked me.” Loki said, narrowing his eyes in remembrance of what had been a traumatizing ordeal.
You gave a short bark of laughter. “What did you think was going to happen when you pushed on the ice dispenser?”
Loki huffed and looked down at where you lay across his lap. “Just continue listing my fantastic qualities.” He said haughtily.
“Hmm, as you wish. I like