“Of course /you/ didn’t ask,” she spat. “Did I ask for safe? Do I look like someone who courts /safe/? You expected me to know you, but you have no idea who I am, do you? I won’t match danger with you, oh no, but I am no more /safe/ than you are, Loki.
“She knew I would touch you.”
“I do not know the first thing about you,” Loki said, still sounding a little amused. ”Of course I assumed you would know me—I am, after all, the one who nearly destroyed New York City. Most people know my name at least.”
“Oh, go play with your little kitten. I’m going to go burn something to the ground. Possibly SHIELD.” She compressed her lips. “After that, maybe I’ll start on you. It’s your emotions fuelling this one, after all.”
Loki flashed a very brief grin.
“Be sure to tell Fury that, then. I gladly take credit for any problems made for that one-eyed oligarch. If you are gone over-long I will feed your cats for you.”
She threw a dime-sized fire blob at him.