Middle Finger: Translation? Fuck you (loki x reader)

Chapter Four: They Call me M A I or D

  L O K I

   My eyes were glued on the woman sitting comfortably, she steadily watched the box that showed movies pictures, identical to life. Though she looked spaceless and unaware of her surroundings, like nothing special could be happening in her mere mortal brain. 

 Boy, was I wrong.

 In my attempt to look in the woman's mind, I found nothing but complete madness.

"is there such a thing as-"

 "no one could do that-" 

"how is this-" 

"where is she-"

 "is it-" 

"will she-"

 "how did she-?" 

"I'm a nut-"

 "what could possibly go-"

 "true tell what is our-?" 

   I shake my head out of the woman's thoughts, looking back at her, what a jumbled mind, you could barely make out a sentence in her mind, all coming at once. The woman's gaze never turned from the tv, and the child remained unfazed. A slight pain hit my temple, still I was a persistent person, and would naturally try again.

   The desert, two suns colliding into an eye of the future before melting onto the floor, lava was creeping its way down closer, skeletons popping out in agonistic screams.

 I jump slightly at the scene, groaning. The african grimaced at me, in my pain, "wouldn't it be polite to just ask me about my day?" She questions, still looking at the tv. I looked up at her, "you sensed me," I stated, "how? No mortal holds such senses," I state.

  M.A.I.D scoffs with a bit of humor, "do Asgardians really believe that?" She asks, "I bet, you think we're all the same," she states, "nothing of a difference, huh?" She questions, she looked offended, like she already knew my response, so I gave her an answer anyway.

  "Well, yes" I answered, looking at her, "you all act the same, out of your inferior minds." 

  The woman sends me a death glare fit to kill anyone, the woman throws something. I tilt my head, the sound of wood crying behind me, I look over and spot a spoon, digging into the wall. How close I could've been to being killed by a spoon, how entirely embarrassing, and I had clearly provoked her, which was entertaining for me to see the woman make a reaction. 

   "Generations of that phrase, and the anger only builds. But you wouldn't know, because asgardians are so simple minded," the woman states, giving me a little grimace. I lifted my head, giving him a taste of his own medicine, it was a nice touch, but I wasn't Asgardian. 

  "I notice a black sheep among white," I observe, folding my hands together in the shackles. "Takes one to know one," M.A.I.D says, Missy standing up on the couch, as she watched the reporter talk about dead bodies in a river. 

  "The Balboa Family is my mission, I am here to protect them, and to kill all threats," the woman emphasizes on kill. "Kill," Missy repeats, her fingers in her mouth as she continues watching tv.