Loki Laufeyson

It could not be helped that The Asgardian God of Mischief would seemingly notice that you had actively been avoiding him over the last few days, and the time had finally come where the two of you would be alone in The Avengers Tower. Something of which neither of you realised until the two of you would meet by coincidence within the lounge area. The emerald green hues of his eyes meeting that of your own gaze for a moment, a flicker of recognition within them before you would evidently turn your head away from him to avoid eye contact. Seemingly causing that of a subtle smirk to approach the corners of the lips of The Asgardian God of Mischief, he would be about to speak -- had it not been for you cutting him off. Informing him that, if he were there to lecture you, he would be wasting his time. This, would partially amuse him of course. Simply retorting in response to your words after the sound of a small chuckle escaping through his lips.

"What I want to know is why you're avoiding me."

Those would be the words of which would escape through the parted lips of The Asgardian God of Mischief, spoken with the sound of an inquisitive tone approaching the natural flow of the mischievous demeanour in which resided the smoothness that lingered within his Nordic accent that accompanied the calm and regal nature of his voice as he would speak in retort to the words spoken by yourself, moments prior to his own. Allowing that of a subtle smirk to approach his lips as he would listen to you simply tell him that you've 'been busy', before uttering his words once again.

"You've been busy? Doing what?"

Those would be the words of which would escape through the parted lips of The Asgardian God of Mischief, spoken with the sound of an inquisitive tone approaching the natural flow of the mischievous demeanour in which resided the smoothness that lingered within his Nordic accent that accompanied the calm and regal nature of his voice as he would speak in retort to the words spoken by yourself, moments prior to his own. Somewhat raising a brow at you in suspicion as he would await for your answer in that moment in time.