Texting #1

Tower Universe - Short

It's a couple of days before she texts Loki. He's always been adaptable, but it's still funny to think of him texting like a regular mortal.

(Text from Gwen): "What did the bee say to the flower?"

Loki’s response is immediate, probably because he was hovering over his phone like an eager teenager waiting for a crush to message first.

(Text from Loki):"I don’t know, Agent Barkridge. Enlighten me." 

...But of course, he can't resist adding:

(Text from Loki): "And don't disappoint me with a mortal-level punchline."

(Text from Gwen): "Hello, honey!"

A pause. Then his response comes in three rapid-fire bursts, each more dramatic than the last:

(Text from Loki): "Absolutely not."

(Text from Loki):"I hate you."

(Text from Loki):[5 seconds later] "...I did laugh. But only a little. Like, microscopically.”

(Text from Gwen): I'll take it. You hate me, huh?"

Loki scoffs from the other end of the conversation, even though she clearly can't see the exaggerated eye roll he's giving the phone while typing:

(Text from Loki): "Oh, most certainly. I despise you. You're absolutely despicable. Vile. The worst."

...And the smirk on his face says he's lying out his ass.

She starts to type and stops. Then starts again, knowing damn well he's watching those bubbles pop up on his screen, and doing it deliberately to drive him crazy.

Loki stares at his phone with increasing irritation as her typing bubbles flash over and over again on the screen. He's half tempted to throw the thing out the window—but then, he really wants to see what she's actually going to say. He's impatient, though. Impatient and stubborn.

She laughs out loud to herself as she finally sends the text.

(Text from Gwen): "ok"

Loki stares at his phone, utterly betrayed.

"That’s it? THAT'S ALL YOU SEND AFTER MAKING ME WAIT?"

He types—erases—types again. Finally settles on:

(Text from Loki:) "...I'm ignoring you now." 

He will not be ignoring her. He will be seething for at least an hour.

(text from Gwen): "ok"

She sets her phone down, still laughing. She knows how to get under his skin.

The next ten minutes pass in excruciating slowness for Loki. All he can do is glare at his phone, waiting for it to buzz again— any time now— damn it, why is this woman torturing him like this?!

...And then the notification appears, and he's so ready to type out the snarky response he's been crafting in his head when he sees it's the same as before.

He types back immediately, hitting enter with a vicious stab of one pale finger.

 (Text from Loki):: "I hate you."

This is a terrible idea, she thinks. A terrible, awful, but still fantastic idea...

(Text from Gwen): "Come over."

Loki actually does a double take when he reads her text. Then a slow grin spreads across his face. This girl just keeps surprising him, doesn't she? He hesitates for only a second before typing a reply that he is absolutely not reading over two or three times to make sure it sounds just right:

(Text from Loki): "...What's the magic word?"

(Text from Gwen): "now."