FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
"Papa! Ittle Iron!" she informed Loki when he returned with her grape juice, sliced apples and cheese pieces. "oh very well." Steve 'gave in' looking amused at Tony and shaking his head. at least he seamed to have given up on the raptor idea for now, though he knew it would come up again sooner or later. "we're both wearing wedding Dresses Tony." Steve corrected, looking amused. "Wedding dresses pretty!" the little girl informed them happily. drawing while Loki fluttered from table to table, taking the Maitre d position since he'd just fired the asshole. "he's pretty graceful." Steve mumbled, eyes sharpening as he noticed what James had probably seen the first time Loki had approached. Loki was liquid grace, appearing perfectly calm but coiled, ready to strike. moving just like James, just like Natasha, just like Steve and Tony and Bruce. someone used to the pain of battle, the blood of war. someone who had been carved from innocence in the brutal bloody loss of fighting for something and failing to keep or protect it. Loki was deadly, dangerous, a warrior hiding behind a pleasant smile. still, he wasn't giving off any vibes at all so it was unlikely he was going to attack anyone. part of Steve wondered if Loki might join Shield, was shield or had belonged to shield. he pitied anyone who made the little girl cry because her father was likely to be completely unforgiving.