Includes Enhanced Reader W/ fire manipulation, and a temper.Basically, Loki Being an Ass
Word Count: 2393
Playing WIth Fire
She smiled with satisfaction as she continued to clean the counter in small circles, the little powder blue rag leaving the surface with a nice shine that filled her with pride.
All the while, sweet, soft hums of happiness left her as she saw the lovely surface slowly bouncing the sight of what seemed like her reflection.
"You've certainly outdone yourself this time (f/n)," she said lowly, grinning at her work with fulfillment, executing joy-filled little claps as a mild cheer that lasted only a few seconds before she went back to work.
Tony walked past the doorway but whirled around as he caught sight of her, tisking at the sight, because,
how many times has he told her now?
"- I told you, you don't have to do that," He said with exasperation, pouting down at her as he coolly walked over to her, " You don't have to pick up a finger here." He continued, making himself comfortable by leaning his elbows onto the counter, looking at her with tired dark eyes throughout the entire time,
"In fact, even the toile-"
She stopped him by lifting up her hand in a halt sign, the other maintaining the same circular motion,
"I want to," she said simply, looking over to him with a soft smile that was filled with peace. "It makes me happy," she added with pleading (e/c) eyes, hoping he'd drop the argument.
"It brings me peace, so please... drop it?" she asked him, giving him the same sweet, begging eyes.
Rolling own his eyes, Stark shrugged, a heavy sigh accompanying the action, "I guess," He mumbled, displeased nonetheless.
"If you continued to do it after the first few times, I don't know why I keep trying to convince you otherwise," he added, a halfhearted glare directed at her, "Just don't overwork yourself," he pleaded her.
" - I feel bad enough having you slaving around her," he murmured with a sheepish upturn of his mouth.
Granted, he appreciated how tenderly she treated their home, but it was to the extent that he felt guilty, almost like he was taking advantage of her.
"Slaving?" she said with a quirked brow, "You have your drinking, and I have my cleaning... yet I'm the one in the wrong?" she said back to him, chuckling all while she shook her head, giggling even more as she saw his expression change at her words, a toothy grin etched onto his face as his eyes were squinted playfully,
"Really Red Hot?" He snickered, watching as she rolled her eyes at the address.
He opened his mouth to speak more when another voice cut through their merriment,
"Ah, Servant Girl," Loki called out, beckoning the woman to go to him with a lift of his finger, causing her to instantly drop her happy, little expression down south,
"Servant...girl...?" she lowly, all while shooting the man a quick look that dared him to repeat the phrase.
"Yes. servant girl," The long-haired male said in a snobbish manner, " Did I not just call you?" He questioned her, and by then the little rag in her hand combusted.
'What is with this guy?' She wondered while irked.
A seething hot glare was shot directly at the dark-haired prince as she destroyed her little rag, and it gave her all the more reason to be angry.
