Baylee-x

You slam the door to the motel room you unfortunately have to share with the cocky, pig-headed Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester was working his own job with Bobby. "Look, Dean," you start, "you may not understand the next thing I'm about to say to you, but try to keep up. Sometimes, a girl won't fall for just your looks and muscles. Or your heroic acts or your stupid, angsty sweet talk. She won't jump into bed with you the second you turn on the charm." You say walking up to him and looking up at his emerald green eyes. His eyebrows are scrunching together the more you speak, so you keep going, attempting to annoy him as much as you possibly

This is not a crackfic. I find those unintelligible to write. Read in Loki's perspective. It appears I shall be telling this story since (name)'s mind was too clouded. Where to begin? The ostentatious ladies man Tony Stark held a party that I had the "pleasure" of attending. (That was sarcasm if your crass mortal mind did not grasp it). Although I'd rather dwell in an Asgardian prison, I went. For a specific reason, that reason being (name). My beloved (name). She wanted to go, so who am I to deny her? (Also sarcasm; if you're dating an upstart sorceress with plasma powers, you don't have much of a say in the matter). But I digress. So my pri