A drink?
A drink?
…
Look, horned-helmet dude
(heh – clearly compensating nude)
You forgot to include
The fact in this
That you are crawling away
Pitifully (and pink-hued, I might add)
With half my (redone, practically new)
Concrete floor
On your back
And the only reason
I'm not suing you for property damage
Is that no sane lawyer
Would take your side
On a blue moon cruise
You get me?
…
You want food?
I'll get you food.
Do you like knuckle, lettuce and tomato
Between bits of bread?
No?
Perhaps sliced meat from packets
Is a delicacy commonly pooh-pooed on Asgard
Am I right Scrooge?
…
Never mind: you'll need to be getting used to it
Going magical cold turkey
As I hope
-We hope-
You will
…
You see, Reindeer Games
Your brief winning interlude
-That's all it was-
Has hardly endeared you
To the hearts of
*ahem*
"Your People"
As it were.
Take a side-note from Thor
(Maybe also a lesson or two in
Subtle)
Killing 80 people in two days
Is actually
Rather crude for a supposed "cunning trickster"
May I suggest
(If it isn't too rude
To forcefully hint)
You might have
Succeeded
In changing the mood
If, on entering, you had, maybe…
I don't know…
Smiled?
Like, as in… properly?
As in not "deranged, creepy, asylum-escaping demi-god" kinda thing
As in, more nice, less, "may contain nuts".
…
Clint, back me up here.
The fact that, on intruding,
You were basically exuding base, pessimistic thoughts
Directed us-wise
Including
"Death to all mortals
Let's take over this measly lump of rock"
And excluding
Everything Barney stood for
Might suggested to us
Some sort of…
Hostile alien invasion?
We didn't know.
You, my friend, were losing
From the beginning
Battles, wars; that sort of thing
Who cares now?
Point is, Professor Snape,
You were much more suspect
Than Quirrell
And choosing
All the wrong stones.
(Blocks. Tesseracts. Whatever.)
We threw you a bone
And you bit the hand that fed you.
…
Loki; the food's all yours
As long as the words
"You crave subjugation"
Taste alright in humble pie.
But the booze?
I think the booze is staying
Up in the decanters where it belongs
If it's all the same to you.
I like my wine like I like my women.
…
All there.