Tingo: Taking objects one desires from a friend's house by gradually borrowing all of them.
"Loki, have you been taking my clothes?" Darcy asks, rummaging through her drawers and tossing out clothes onto her bedroom floor. "I can't find my black skinny jeans. Have you seen them?"
Loki sniffs, studying his nails with disinterest. Darcy had taken him to get his first mani/pedi that morning, and he was rather awed by the buffed and polished state of his nails.
"No, I have absolutely no idea where your skinny jeans have gone," Loki says, as though he is affronted. Loki actually does know very well where they are (namely, ripped and tangled in his and Thor's bedsheets after Thor had torn them off Loki in a fit of passion). "You must have misplaced them."
"And this perfume! I swear I just bought this a month ago, how can it already be empty?" Darcy asks, going over to her vanity and shaking a small rectangular bottle at Loki accusingly. Loki just rolls his eyes, shrugs.
As he turns back to examine his nails, Darcy ambushes him from behind, presses his wrist to her nose.
"You demon!" she says, swatting him with no real malice. "You're wearing it right now!"
Loki shrugs, holds up his hands. "You can't prove anything."
Darcy watches him with narrowed eyes, before sighing and retreating to her dresser to root around for something to wear.