Pietro appeared in front of the so called 'god'. "You. You're not worth even being in the same room as her."
Loki glanced over at him with a cold look on his face. “Excuse me?”
Loki nodded slowly. “Are you going to punch me, shoot me, or throw me out of the window? Cause I would prefer to get that over with.” Joked hoping it would take the edge off the glare he was getting.
Pietro had a knife out and against his throat, “I could just slice that pretty head off. I would be careful not to blink, I’m a little twitchy,” he said glaring at him. ”What do you want with my sister?”
The smirk on his face fell away and was replaced with a cold hard look. "I never said I wanted something from her. Even if I did I don't think it'd be your business."










