Interest

                                    

                                          

Loki Laufeyson. Though he had tried to save his people, and planet, in the event that his sister had taken over, The Avengers did not trust him enough to have him running around Earth, among the people he had once tried to enslave. When the entirety of Asgardians resided on Earth after the destruction of their own planet, Thor an his brother stayed at Stark Tower, though Thor ran free, while his brother did not. 
Thor lead the group into his brothers prison, where the dark and brooding Loki Laufeyson sat, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, wearing what seemed to be his normal Asgardian attire. It was mostly dark green, with beautiful accents. It was also skin tight, and was a bit difficult for my eyes to not trail down. 
I had never really taken a good look at Loki before. It was obvious then, that I was undeniably attracted to his appearance alone. His dark curly hair and pale skin, his physique.
Anyway. 
The area was pretty big for a prison. It had a table, a bookshelf filled with thick books, a chair, and a bed with a fluffy blanket.
Less like a prison. More like a very nice waiting room. With a bed.
"As you all know, this is my mischievous brother, Loki. He's to be confined here until further notice, so we can keep an eye on him. 
Thor proceeded to point to every Avenger, calling out their name for Loki to hopefully catch in case names were ever needed. Loki seemed bored as his eyes scanned over each and every one of us. That was, until his eyes met mine.
His eyes, so green that you could swear they were emeralds, locked with mine, even as his brother continued with other names. His gaze didn't leave mine, not until I saw them scan the rest of me, then lock again on my face. 
I wondered what about me had caught his attention compared to the rest of The Avengers. I looked like a relatively normal person compared to the rest of them. 
We were in our hero suits. My hero suit was just a black body suit, something that covered my chest, crotch, and behind. The back was open, along with leaving my legs and arms bare. I wore blocky black boots as well, but that's nothing special.
I was snapped out of my trance by getting bumped into by one of The Avengers as they began to leave the room. Tearing my gaze from Loki, I turned to follow the group.
"Loki was staring at me. I wonder why," I mumbled to myself. I snapped my head to look at who bumped my shoulder, and came to lock gazes with Steve. 
"It could be your body. Your hero suit is revealing," He mused to himself, smirking. I jabbed at his side with my elbow, snickering.
"Nonsense. My brother is far from interested in women at the moment," Thor chimed in, seemingly trying to save his brothers pride. 
"So he's gay?" I smiled wickedly, earning a glare from the God of Thunder, and a cackle to come from Tony, who was walking right in front the three of us
"You almost remind me of him. Insufferable, you are sometimes," Thor pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration before walking ahead of us.
"What got his panties in a twist?" I asked with a pout. Thor usually pretended to not enjoy my behavior, but I knew he did. This time, he really seemed not to. I was almost hurt. 
"He's sensitive about his brother. Don't worry about him," Tony chimed, walking faster to get wherever he was headed. He seemed to give off the business man late for a meeting vibe pretty much all the time. That was all I could think about as he disappeared down the hallway. 
"Well I know one thing," Steve said from my side. "I'm going to pick fun at The God of Mischief any chance I get. What do you think?" He flashed his mouth of pearly whites at me. Damn,  I wished my teeth were as white and straight as his. It was inhuman, really. 
A smile spread across my face. Banter with The God of Mischief did sound amusing. I was quite mischievous myself, making up for my lack of a childhood. I was quite the free spirit. 
"Why not?"