[If anything, Loki would be surprised to hear she’s got any confidence issues. Then again, there are people who might think the same of him.]
It wasn’t a fully conscious thought, showing up so quickly. It is simply just that Loki is able to be pretty much anywhere and any when he wants almost instantly. And really, he cannot imagine Natasha ever looking anything other than her best. She is just naturally beautiful like that.
When she opens the door, he is far from disappointed. He smiles back as she leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know, you look pretty comfortable to me.” There’s a slight teasing note in his voice, but it’s not about her and more to do with the idea that she might need to get all dressed up for him. Or dressed down as the case may be.
He enters at her gesture. He’s dressed rather casually himself. Simple black slacks and a light green sweater. He kicks off his simple slip on shoes and walks barefoot into her living area, admiring the apartment as he goes. Stopping in front of the fireplace, he turns back to Natasha with a smile and pulls a rather expensive bottle of scotch out seemingly from nowhere. “It’s an 18 year old single malt. I do hope this will suffice.”
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:13 am (UTC)It wasn’t a fully conscious thought, showing up so quickly. It is simply just that Loki is able to be pretty much anywhere and any when he wants almost instantly. And really, he cannot imagine Natasha ever looking anything other than her best. She is just naturally beautiful like that.
When she opens the door, he is far from disappointed. He smiles back as she leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know, you look pretty comfortable to me.” There’s a slight teasing note in his voice, but it’s not about her and more to do with the idea that she might need to get all dressed up for him. Or dressed down as the case may be.
He enters at her gesture. He’s dressed rather casually himself. Simple black slacks and a light green sweater. He kicks off his simple slip on shoes and walks barefoot into her living area, admiring the apartment as he goes. Stopping in front of the fireplace, he turns back to Natasha with a smile and pulls a rather expensive bottle of scotch out seemingly from nowhere. “It’s an 18 year old single malt. I do hope this will suffice.”