“How have you been, Summer? Tell me of all your…” he looks her over, smirking, “adventures.”
She hasn’t been paying attention to anything but the inside of her own head, and yelps embarrassingly at the sound of his smooth voice. “WHAT the fuck, Loki.”
This was the reaction he was seeking. His eyes trailed over her face, her hair, the silhouette of her back. There would be time for that, but now he wanted to toy with her.
“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”
She has to laugh. He hasn’t changed, not in the least, and it’s obscurely comforting. “Yes, Loki. I missed you.” Her tone changes, less playful. “Particularly when I was kidnaped. You were too far away … ” She shakes it off. “Anyway.”