You were walking around the kitchen trying to figure out whether Loki wants bacon or not. So deciding to walk into the living room where Loki is reading The New York Times news paper with a lit cigarette hanging off his lip."Would you like some Bacon?" You asked as you leaned againt the door frame. 

"No. Just puddings." He said as he continued to read.

You crossed your arms and gave him a questioning look. "Do you ever eat anything else besides pudding, chocolate, cookies and grilled chicken sandwiches?"

Loki stops reading and looks up at you with his brow raised  with a smirk on his face. "Have you been stalking me, mortal?"

A deep blush creeps onto your cheeks as you look at the God. "Of course not! You are basically living with me so I notice somethings." You mumbled as you looked go the floor.

Loki chuckles lightly as he goes back to reading.

You look up from the floor and look at him. You notice that he is smoking, which causes you to frown lightly. "You shouldn't be smoking inside."

He looks up to you from the top of the paper. "I do what I want. Besides, you love you when I smoke. . .what's the word you mortal use? Ah, yes, you find it sexy." He said as a mechivous smirk plays on his lips.

You feel the heat creep up your neck and up to your cheeks as you look at Loki with an unbelievable stare.

"I-i do not." You justify.

"What you may say Elska." He said so he went back to reading. "But I would like the pudding."

"Okie." You sighed out as you turned around slowly making your way back to the kitchen in a daise.