Summer looks up from her book and freezes. “You … aren’t Flyte.” To that self-evident remark, eyebrows high on her face, she adds, “Who are you?”
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to like me. I think your twin might be a little possessive,” she shoots back. “Anyway you only say that because right now I amuse you, I’m not afraid of you. You like that.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all.” He replied smoothly. “Hmm. I suppose I do. It means that things are more interesting. Also less predictable as to what the outcomes in the will be.”
“Aww, poor baby, are you bored?” Summer says mockingly. “Can’t destroy the world, so you don’t know what to do with yourself?”
“Aww, want to provoke the being who can destroy everyone you love in a single breath?” He smiles so sweetly at her that looks so menacing at the same time.
“There is another Loki living here,” she points out. “I don’t think you’ll find it that easy. Tony bested you pretty well the last time, too, as I recall. I,” she pauses briefly, “was too busy fishing people out of the mess you made. How did the punishment for all that go, anyway?”