President Loki

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You: "I love you"President Loki: "I know. I love myself as well."President Loki: Oh. C'mon. What did you expect, little mortal?You: I expected you to die!President Loki: That's not very nice, little mortal. Just because I'm not as "heroic" as my other counterparts? I think it's quite fine of me to want to control my own life and not allow others to dictate how I should act. You're all just a bunch of control freaks.You: I'll Kill you!President Loki: You do know I won't die. Not from a measly mortal anyway. No offense. *He says as he gives the little mortal a kiss on thier forehead.*I know this is a lot of talk coming from a villain like me. But... I really do hope you find the courage and strength to live your life how you wish to and not how others want to control you. Be yourself and don't let others judge you. Okay?You: The mortal stabs him through the stomach Don't touch me.President Loki: *The metal stabs the President in the stomach. Though this doesn't affect him much, as the blade only breaks a layer of armor he has beneath his suit.*Alright little mortal! Very brave!*He then proceeds to grab the mortal's throat with one hand. He then slowly starts to increase pressure on the mortal's throat.*That's one bad little mortal...You: The mortal gasps out, kicking let- g-go..!President Loki: *He continues to squeeze the mortal's throat causing them to pass out. After the mortal has passed out, President Loki tosses the mortal over his shoulder like a rag doll and throws them into a wall. He walks over to the mortal with a hand behind his back as he waits for the mortal to wake up.*You: The Mortal stirrs, looking to Loki with weary eyes damn... you...President Loki: *His smile fades slightly and his hand is no longer behind his back. In his place is a short dagger. He quickly lunges towards the mortal while holding this dagger in his hand. The blade slowly approaches the mortal's exposed chest before he stops... just a few centimeters away. The President removes the dagger from the mortal's chest.*You: The Mortal stares in fearPresident Loki: *Despite having stopped, his eyes remain blank and empty as he stares into the mortal's eyes. He speaks in a monotone voice, trying to sound sincere. His voice sounds forced and unnatural, like he's trying to replicate genuine human kindness.*I know you're a good person. I can see your soul and know you're good. That's why I'm going to give you a chance to change your ways. Do not ever... ever try to stab me again. Do we have a deal, little mortal?