From Byron to Buffy

There was something compelling about the man in front of him, something oddly seductive in his body language and how his eyes glinted with a strangely cat-like manner. Predatory was one of the first words that popped into his head. Yep, extremely predatory and the way he was looking at him made Tony feel uncomfortably like prey.

This wasn’t the same man that was the adoptive younger brother of their resident God of Thunder but something else entirely and, if it was even possible, something much more deadly. Obviously aware of his assessment, his lips pulled back into a grin and Tony saw a pair of razor-sharp canines. 

“Oh you have got to be kidding me…”, He muttered in disbelief. Of all the things he’d seen and fought this was the last thing he’d been expecting to ever encounter in what was likely to be a a very short life.

“Its rather rude to keep your guest waiting outside, do you not agree?” Loki asked, head canting to the side and staring straight at him with those freakish eyes.  

(Source: midnight-ophelia)