Imagine introducing Loki to your family. As you expected, he charms the heck out of everyone he meets.
Especially the women in your family.
Your grandmother remarks that Loki is “so handsome.” Your aunt tries to flirt with him. Your sister checks him out. Your cousin asks if she can get him a glass of water or “aaaaanything else [he] might like.” (The double entendre is not lost on anyone present except the smaller kids.)
Your mother even tells you, “You know, if, Heaven forbid, anything happened between the two of you, not that I want that, because you’re so happy, but would you mind if I—?”
“MOM!” You screech, horrified that she would go there. “You’re married!”















