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crossoverficTitle: Using My Spunk on the God of Mischief
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rosie1234
Fandom: Avengers/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Loki/Buffy
Prompt: Table 7Reason
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Can you give me one good reason why you’re following me, and pointing those ridiculous looking horns at me?”
I felt insulted that this new maybe baddie thought I wouldn’t sense him coming, however it did help that he was pleasing to the eyes (better than all of those pus demons I’ve been facing lately), but that didn’t affect my many puns.
(nor did the fact that his green eyes sparkled at me, very glad I wasn’t a teen anymore)
“I’m just curious why in the demon worlds, you’re lovely and strange name strikes fear into their feeble hearts?”
It was clear that my name hadn’t touched wherever this guy hailed from, after all on earth I had a hell of times keeping hidden (and my many decoys were set up for death), so I made it my job tonight that he would never forget it.
“It seems you’re late to the party, Mr. leather-bound supervillain. I’m the Slayer, and if you’re a badly dressed demon you might want to run before I slay you.”
Deep down I was wishing that this dish of man was not a big bad that I had to slay, killing that ones that might have made good boyfriends (showing my poor taste with Angel) was always the hardest.
“I’m far from one of those pitiful creatures; I’m what the weak mortals call a god. But it seems that you, my dear, are above the mortals of this realm.”
I was glad that I didn’t have to show off my slayer powers to make this guy a believe, those eyes of his seemed to be reading me a little too well, so I just gave him a mischief grin of my own.
“No shit, Sherlock. Did you manage to figure that out on your own or did the mountain of supernatural fiends I’ve killed tip you off?”
With my snarky words out I waited for him to attack me for my spunk or fall deeply in love with this sassy girl, most of the time I just get attacked.
(it always sucks when it’s the snot and pus demons who fall deeply in love with me)
“That tongue of yours rivals even my own, Buffy Summers, and that is very great indeed.”
“Aww, sweet, how about we put that to the test, god?”
I brought that grinning god to the ground in a matter of seconds, proving that I was his equal and maybe more so, and planted a kiss on those mischief making lips.
(I always had a dangerous taste for the bad boys)
“I believe you’ve proven yourself quite wonderfully, Miss Summers.”
Author:
rosie1234Fandom: Avengers/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Loki/Buffy
Prompt: Table 7Reason
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Can you give me one good reason why you’re following me, and pointing those ridiculous looking horns at me?”
I felt insulted that this new maybe baddie thought I wouldn’t sense him coming, however it did help that he was pleasing to the eyes (better than all of those pus demons I’ve been facing lately), but that didn’t affect my many puns.
(nor did the fact that his green eyes sparkled at me, very glad I wasn’t a teen anymore)
“I’m just curious why in the demon worlds, you’re lovely and strange name strikes fear into their feeble hearts?”
It was clear that my name hadn’t touched wherever this guy hailed from, after all on earth I had a hell of times keeping hidden (and my many decoys were set up for death), so I made it my job tonight that he would never forget it.
“It seems you’re late to the party, Mr. leather-bound supervillain. I’m the Slayer, and if you’re a badly dressed demon you might want to run before I slay you.”
Deep down I was wishing that this dish of man was not a big bad that I had to slay, killing that ones that might have made good boyfriends (showing my poor taste with Angel) was always the hardest.
“I’m far from one of those pitiful creatures; I’m what the weak mortals call a god. But it seems that you, my dear, are above the mortals of this realm.”
I was glad that I didn’t have to show off my slayer powers to make this guy a believe, those eyes of his seemed to be reading me a little too well, so I just gave him a mischief grin of my own.
“No shit, Sherlock. Did you manage to figure that out on your own or did the mountain of supernatural fiends I’ve killed tip you off?”
With my snarky words out I waited for him to attack me for my spunk or fall deeply in love with this sassy girl, most of the time I just get attacked.
(it always sucks when it’s the snot and pus demons who fall deeply in love with me)
“That tongue of yours rivals even my own, Buffy Summers, and that is very great indeed.”
“Aww, sweet, how about we put that to the test, god?”
I brought that grinning god to the ground in a matter of seconds, proving that I was his equal and maybe more so, and planted a kiss on those mischief making lips.
(I always had a dangerous taste for the bad boys)
“I believe you’ve proven yourself quite wonderfully, Miss Summers.”
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