Cheekbones. The most beautiful bright blue eyes. Lean, and a lot taller than him. Dressed in leather and metal, all black and gold and a touch of green. John Hart leans against the wall, his eyes traveling down this gorgeous stranger's body, and back up to his face. Oh the twinkle in the man's eyes, amused and dangerous at the same time. A man very sure of his abilities. John hasn't detected any weapons on the guy, so either he's very good at hiding them, or he's really, really good at defending himself unarmed. Either way it's hot. John pushes away from the wall and saunters over, the stranger's eyes never leaving his. They measure each other for another long moment, and then John decides to make the first step. Initiative usually pays off.
"Any chance I can talk you out of the helmet?"
The stranger narrows his eyes.
"You have no idea who I am, do you, mortal?"
John snorts.
"Mortal? Oh please don't tell me you can't die."
The stranger ignores his remark, his face set in a mask of confident arrogance.
"I am Loki, of Asgard, and you will kneel before me."
John grins.
"That's not the worst plan, I have to admit."
John crosses his arms over his chest.
"So, Loki, huh? As in God of Mischief and Agriculture?"
"That's - a misunderstanding. So you do know who I am."
"I've read about you. Sources differ, but there's one thing they agree on. Or actually two. Beautiful - and dangerous. Which is my favorite combination."
He comes closer, eyes fixed on Loki's.
"Treacherous and beautiful, father to a wolf, a snake and the Goddess of Death, mother to an eight legged stallion...color me intrigued."
He puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"I'm not a particularly religious man, but if I was looking for a god to believe in I'd probably pick you."
Loki snorts.
"So who are you?"
"Captain John Hart. I'm with the Time Agency."
Faster than John can blink there's an ice dagger at his throat.
"Where is the stone?"
"Stone?"
The tip of the dagger cuts into John's skin. He's breathing faster but doesn't answer.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you."
John bites his lip.
"Are you offering?"
Loki moves in, putting a little more of his body weight behind the threat. The dagger presses against John's throat. Loki moves it slightly, and John feels its icy cold.
"This will slide into your throat so smoothly you won't even feel the pain. You'll simply be dead."
More pressure. John tilts his head back. He's panting, his eyes dangerously dark.
"Oh baby I love your dirty talk..."
His shoulders tense just the slightest bit as he goes on:
"But where would be the fun in that? No pain? Come on!"
His hands move in a blur and suddenly he's free, katana drawn and pointed at Loki's throat. He shrugs his jacket in place.
"That's better. Now. Prince of Asgard and rightful King of Jotunheim."
Loki raises an eyebrow.
"What's it with you and those infinity stones?"