Loki was definitely up to something, Spencer knew that much, but she opted not to call Loki out on it. For the most part, he didn't seem too annoyed at her mortal tendencies and wasn't tempted to randomly stab her when she would burst into song and dance in the living room.
Loki would go off frequently to the Grandmaster's parties and meetings to try to gain the Grandmaster's favor. It left Spencer to her own devices, a majority of her time was spent painting. She supposed Loki felt bad for the young woman being trapped in their apartment for most of the day, because a few days ago Loki brought someone to their apartment.
It was Loki's usual time when he came home; often times he would disappear for a whole day. Spencer turned on her stool out on the balcony and immediately spotted the buff, blue alien standing in her entryway. Loki was speaking quietly to the alien, leading him into the living room. Spencer's eyes drifted from head to toe; a strange thought occurred to her that this alien specimen was handsome, was that weird?
He was taller than Loki, had strong defined muscles, and his eyes were pitch black from a distance. His face resembled closely to some model Spencer used to gush about back on Midgard, he held himself tall and proud, didn't look like he just came off the street. He was dressed impeccably, his attire telling Spencer that whoever this strange man was either had money or came from money.
The question was: what was Loki doing bringing this man here?
"Spencer," Loki called for her attention, seeing her sharp pristine blue eyes sizing his companion up, "Come," He beckoned for her patiently.
Spencer's eyes flickered between the two men; Loki was standing, and the man was sitting down regally on their couch. Spencer got up from her stool, set her paintbrushes aside, and walked into the living room with open curiosity, "Who's this?" Spencer asked without much provocation.
"This is your bodyguard," Loki gestured to the man, "Introduce yourself," Loki gave the man a slight glare.
The blue man stared up at Spencer lazily; it was then that Spencer noticed that from a distance, the man did indeed have pitch black eyes, but up close they seemed to swirl with color; blue and purple. Spencer was intrigued by such galaxy looking eyes. "My name is Cayden Galena," Spencer felt as if his name was important, it surely sounded like it was important, "I was acquired to be your bodyguard for the remainder of your stay on Sakaar," A part of that sounded like there was more to the story.
Spencer looked at Loki, "Acquired?" She deadpanned.
Loki revealed a wolfish smirk, "He owed me money," Loki hums, plopping down on the couch opposite of Cayde, "You needed someone trust-worthy and capable enough to guard you while you wander this metallic city," Loki shrugged, "What's that saying your mortals have? I was killing two birds with one stone?" Loki looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Trustworthy, huh?" Spencer peered at her supposed bodyguard, "I wasn't aware that word was in your vocabulary, Loki," Spencer teased lightly.
Cayde's blue lips curled up into a smirk.
Loki laughed; actually laughed at her jab, "I'm full of surprises, aren't I? His family begged me not to kill their only heir, so, I gave him mercy."
"You gave him mercy? Another word not in your vocabulary," Spencer mused, sitting down beside Loki, "Thank you," Spencer glanced at Loki with a soft smile, "I really appreciate the gesture, he knows this city well then?" Spencer assumed.
"I do," Cayde responded easily, "I can keep you safe, too," He says cockily.
Loki and Spencer exchanged looks, "She can keep herself safe," Loki remarks smoothly, "I entrusted you this position because I do not trust her wandering on her own," Spencer gave a pout and Loki rolled his eyes, "Make no mistake, Cayde Galena, should you try to harm her, it is not my wrath you will incur, but hers," Loki nudges Spencer's shoulder.
His words were taunting mixed with grave serious; Spencer just beamed from her spot. Cayde sizing the young woman up, "She's from Midgard," Cayde rumbles with a look of disbelief, "Midgardians are weak," At the sharp look from Spencer, Cayde corrects himself smoothly, "Or, so I heard, I have never actually meant a Midgardian."
"Most Midgardians are weak," Loki began earning a heated look from Spencer, but he ignored the woman, "They're inferior creatures, but some of them hold powers that could destroy an entire planet," Spencer furrowed her eyebrows at Loki; what was that supposed to mean? Some? Who would be so powerful that even Loki Laufeyson would remark that? "Unfortunately for you, Cayde, Spencer happens to be one of those Misgardians."
Cayde was now looking at Spencer with slight awe now.
Spencer scowled, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment, "I'm going to paint," She stood up; her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. Was Loki on some sort of drug? What has the world come to that Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, would compliment Spencer?
"She doesn't take compliments well," Loki mused after her, "It is late now, but return tomorrow at the agreed time."
Spencer paused at the balcony doorway, turned, and watched Cayde get escorted out by Loki, "Of course," Cayde murmurs; galaxy eyes flickering over to Spencer with a look of appreciation, "This might be more interesting than I originally thought." He hummed.
Spencer's cheeks burned at his words, but it was Loki who said, "I doubt she would ever look at you worthy enough to be her mate," Spencer's eyes widened, "If she were not already taken."
Cayde, ignored Loki's jab at him, "How unfortunate," Cayde says with disappointment before leaving.
"Okay, what the hell," Spencer says loudly with a scowl on her pretty face.
Loki frowns at her, "What? Do you not like my choice?" He says, confused.
Spencer shakes her head, "No, not him," Spencer hisses, "Why are you suddenly complimenting me? You hate Midgardians!" She puts her hands on her hips in a demanding manner.
Loki rolls his eyes, "I do hate Midgardians," Loki assures sweetly, "But because they are weak creatures, I do not hate the powerful and strong," Loki saunters up to Spencer with a devious look in his eyes, "And you, Spencer Coulson, are a powerful young woman. Regardless if you wish to believe that or not, you have the capability of destroying this entire city if you pleased," Loki pointed to her fingers, "The power you yield in those dainty fingertips is truly frightening," Loki stared at Spencer with a sudden fierceness, "I might be a lot of things, Spencer, but I am no fool. I would not dare deceive you in a way that would hurt you. I value my life, you know."
Spencer was too stunned to even remark; her brain processing what Loki was telling her. "You're on drugs," Spencer said dumbly.
Loki quirked an eyebrow at her in amusement, "I do not partake in drugs," Loki informed her in a snobbish way, "I am being honest, be honored," He says cockily.
When Spencer's brain decided to catch up with Loki's words, she shook her head and sighed, "Way to ruin the moment," But she had a smile on her face and Loki smirked back at her, "If you don't hate powerful people, then why do you hate Thor so much?" Spencer mused, already knowing the answer.
Loki's smirk grew, "He's my idiot brother," Loki gave a light nonchalant shrug, "Siblings always have a rivalry between each other, you would not know considering you do not have siblings," Loki said that last part carefully as to not offend Spencer, but the young woman didn't seem to care.
Spencer was already sitting down on her stool to continue her painting, "I've always wanted to be a big sister," Spencer mused softly.
"May I inquire about your mother?" Loki asked, carefully and softly.
Spencer smiled sadly at her canvas, "She died after giving birth to me," Spencer expressed solemnly.
Loki was silent.
Spencer looked over her shoulder to look at him; his eyes were focused on her painting, but there was a lingering sadness in his eyes that surprised Spencer. Loki met her gaze, "I apologize for my careless question," Loki cleared his throat awkwardly, "I did not mean to pry."
Spencer offered a small smile, "At least you had the luck to know your mother," Spencer remarked carefully, "I always wanted to know my mother," Spencer sighed turning back to her painting, "I would've loved to meet Frigga," Spencer added with a brighter smile.
"She would have liked you," Loki interjected with a tiny smile, "She admired strong, feisty women."
Spencer gave a small laugh, "Like Sif?"
Loki made a disgusted face, "I despise that woman," Loki huffed turning to go back into their apartment, "I despised all of Thor's friends," Loki sounded bitter as he continued on, "They all worshiped the ground he walked on despite how reckless and battle-hungry he was," This sounded like sibling jealousy if Spencer ever heard it, "None wanted to be my friend because they considered me a snake."
"I'm sorry," Spencer empathized with Loki, "I felt a similar pain when I was younger, I would go to school, and the kids wouldn't want to be friends with me because I was different from them, I was being taught by Clint and Nat, and I hadn't been familiar with other children my age, I scared them, and it turn it made me lonely throughout my school years," Flashes of Spencer's school years ran through her mind.
"Could I commission a painting?" Loki suddenly asked.
Spencer paused her brushstroke and glanced at her companion; he looked a bit flustered at the moment. "Sure, what would you like me to paint for you?" Spencer chirped brightly.
"My mother, Frigga," Loki hummed lightly, "I shall show you an image of her, just name your price." Loki didn't even doubt her artistic capabilities; Loki had seen Spencer's paintings and knew how skilled she had become over the last few months.
Spencer grinned like a Cheshire cat, "I want an MP3 player that has songs on it," Spencer blurted out.
Loki's eyebrows furrowed, "I beg your pardon?" He looked terribly confused.
"It's a little device that plays music," Spencer explained with a laugh, "If you can manage to get me one without much difficulty, I would really appreciate it," Spencer resumed to her painting, "It sucks not having music and a girl only knows so many lyrics," Spencer gave an eye roll; she was shit at remembering lyrics.
"You have a deal," Loki shook his head and went to go eat whatever was left in their refrigerator, "Your singing is horrible, by the way, I will be happy not to hear it in the mornings."
Spencer ignored the heat rising to her cheeks, "Liar, Pietro tells me I have a lovely voice!" Spencer puffed.
"Perhaps in the bedroom, but not in the musical sense," Loki remarked smoothly.
Spencer was so taken back and horrified by Loki's comment, she messed up her brushstroke, "L-Loki!" Spencer gasped, swiveling in her stool so quickly only to find the God of Mischief smirking and his wicked green eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I'm certain I'm correct, too," Loki purrs.
Who knew becoming friends, if you could even call it that, with Loki would be...so interesting.