“I can’t believe this,” Loki scoffs out, their arms crossed as he stares resentfully into your room. Your name inked onto his wrist is doing nothing to dissuade his annoyance.
Soulmates. A foolish concept, but, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. After all, Thor found Jane, and they’re just so perfect. It disgusts him.
He really shouldn’t have expected much.
You’re not a bad person, no, you’re hardly even annoying. You’re just.. such a nerd. Something about staring into the lifeless, printed eyes of an Iron Man poster makes him want to simply blast it off your wall. He doesn’t spare any of the Hulk merch a glance. He still isn’t over being slammed around like a ragdoll.
“I mean, this is just pathetic. You’re practically worshipping these.. these heroes,” they say the word like an insult. He swears, he’s trying to be more positive.
“You could be spending your time worshipping a real god.”