Loki: Alright, so here is to the first reply to a reply. It consists of the works of Amber who may or may not be an Agent of SHIELD...I am really not quite sure.

Arnoldloveshelga7: ;)

Loki: Uh...Here you go again with those complex mortal symbols of yours; what in the name of the nine realms do they mean!

Arnoldloveshelga7: That's for me to know and YOU to find out.

Loki:...

Arnoldloveshelga7: Enjoy my reply to my reply, reader.

Loki: Yes...and enjoy my reply to the reply to the reply as well, mortal.

Hello again it is "Agent Amber" as you call me.
To be honest, I may or may not be an agent…that my dear friend is for you to find out.

"winks"
In the meantime, I think I would like to treat you to Shwarma; I honestly have never had it myself. :)
So you want to take me on a date in secret?

What am I to you a forbidden desire?
I am pleased that you think I am clever because I am; I see that you are as well.

That symbol that you think is a code is merely a smilie face; a sign of kindness.

To answer your questions Loki; no, I was not one that hid from you.

I do not fear you.

I know more about you then I care to admit.

Also it was not Fury, who put me to this task, I simply wanted to do this on my own. Before I go, Loki I would like to inform you that I hope to hear from you again soon and I also want to inform you that I never said that I don't want you to be my king :)

Agent Amber, judging by the blistering arrival of your reply and you not cowering before me; I can already tell that you are not easily intimidated.

But what is this?

Are you indeed serious of making me undergo a trial to find out about your true identity?

Well since I have had no real amusement since my last trip to Midgard, I shall accept your little test.

But let me first warn you, do not try anything funny.

If I happen to become surrounded by a pathetic little human army once I arrive to your little spiraling planet, the ground in which they have their feet planted upon will soon be their burial ground.

So I ask of you, if you do not wish for the night to result disastrous for the many inhabitants of your race…do not consider bringing anyone else, understood?

Bring no one but yourself, Agent Amber and we shall have ourselves a nice tranquil dinner.

Do not confuse things mortal, for it is not a date; we just happen to be two clever strangers, enjoying some harmless Shwarma underneath the pale light released by the miniscule sphere that is set high above the Midgardian sky and nothing more.

As for you being a forbidden desire to me…that my lady is for you to find out once we meet.

So, the colon and right parenthesis is a sigh of kindness, huh?

You mortals sure have an odd way of expressing it; not any odder than Asgardians however.

Asgardians tend to split your little weak spine in a vice-grip embrace, much more barbaric indeed.

The sentence that closed your letter has gotten me quite pensive Agent Amber, how you never said you did not want me to be your king.

Well in that case, I must congratulate you for you are MUCH more clever than I let on.

You are aware that Midgard is in desperate need of a king, and who else to tend to its request but I, Loki of Asgard.

An ideal ruler am I so follow my word and I shall free you of past unnecessary ideas and bring prosperity and righteousness to your little pathetic planet.

I must be off for there is a delectable brown sludge to be served in the cafeteria of which I cannot bare to miss out on once more.

Loki

God of Mischief