Kathy here! Just a really ooc Loki and a really rude Tony and a sweet Pepper here.
Loki: Kathryn doesn't own any of us by the way.
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The usual walk to the coffee shop, right? Wrong. This time it's different. The cashier, the girl behind the counter, has always caught my eye. She was always very sweet to everyone, even the rude Mr. Stark, but mostly to me.
The princess's name was Pepper, Pepper Potts. And she was a beauty. Her blond hair bounced on her shoulders as she nodded yes as the guy in front of me ordered. After trying of taking over the world and stuff, living in Midgard did have the perks of something new, like poptarts and coffee.
I could have never imagined my life without coffee nowadays.
"Sir? What would you like to order?" The angel's voice spoke to me, cutting my dreams of her.
"Oh, yes. The decaf coffee and a chocolate chip muffin please; thanks," I tell my angel.
"That'll be $8.95, sir," I handed her my credit card, these Midgarians have a way with money now. "Here," she hands me back my card. I type in my pin, then she hands me the food and drink then I go and sit down outside in the cold winter day that it is.
"That's it. I'm done of just watching behind the curtains, i'm going to ask her out," I thought to myself.
The day comes and goes, me dreaming about how the next day would be. By the time I get home, I take a shower and go straight to bed, dreaming about my princess.
THE NEXT DAY
The usual morning, right? Your wrong again. I take my motorcycle to the corner bakery extra early, right before Pepper starts to work. I run through the door, and run to Pepper; who was surprised someone, especially him, would come out extra early in this weather.
"Pepper, right?" I start.
"Y-yes, you're that man that comes everyday, right?" She was shocked I knew her name.
I finally caught my breath, and motioned her to sit with me on one of the tables. "I'm Loki, by the way. I just wanted to ask you two questions. If that's ok with you."
"Sure go ahead," she rested her head on both of her palms on the table, looking straight into my eyes. I couldn't help but feel a blush dancing on my cheeks.
"One: Do you speak Italian?" I was getting more nervous by the second.
"I do, why such a sudden question?" She was confused.
"So you'll probably understand this: Vorresti uscire con me,
amore mio?"