As you were walking down the street with your friends they spotted a certain blonde god. They pulled you with them as they ran down the sidewalk. They left you by the one and only god of mischief, Loki. As they pulled Thor in for a picture you glared at them. “Why aren’t you gawking at my brother? Most Midgardians do.” You didn’t take your eyes off your friends who were now having a conversation with the before mentioned god of thunder.
“Eh, he’s not my type.”, Loki was surprised when you actually answered him. Most either feared him or ignored him. He was glad that he found one person who didn’t entirely fear him. “Then what is your type?”
“A tall guy, long dark hair down to their collarbone. He puts on this tough act but deep down he is the kindest person to you. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind in any situation.” Loki was taken back by your answer. There was a comfortable silence between you two. “Do you wanna grab a coffee, Loki?”
“I’d love to.” As you started walking a familiar voice echoed behind you. “Brother, where are you going.”
Toad's Cave 