Loki would just hum to that.
Lips curling, there wasn’t much to retort back to her pointing out he was here-- he was back, and he had opened the gates to hell, a horrifying, grisly sight to anyone silly enough to wander there though Loki knew that those with dark accents to their soul wouldn’t see an entrance to a world of monsters; a curiosity for those peculiar, how and what an onlooker saw decided where they’d go once their life was over. It decided their potential many roads, some leading to heaven after all, some down uglier paths to a world of horror. Loki needn’t mention that. Just as how heavenly gates appeared to mortals was another telling sign of their future, bright and literally blinding to those who might not have that future, scary and hurting to those promised to travel below, warm, curious and comforting if they were sworn to heaven after all.
And he’d opened the one to the below, and hell had summoned all its Archdemons for the purpose just as all the Archangels had been there when the heaven’s dog tore into this reality to connect it with heaven. Theo would have been there, and Yuu, as well, the precious, damned once-Archdemon that mother had never loved as she loved him, Loki.
Loki knew that certainly.
He smiled at Theo, coldly--
“Well,” he said, carefully, his smile twitching, “perhaps that’s why we’re both so well-behaved right now.” A lilt in his tone there and Loki cocked his head, everything about this surreal interaction perfectly mundane~
He smiled larger, dismissive and cold. With a charming, boyish light in his features.
“One leashed dog to another, how does your collar feel?” he mused, and puckered his lips, too. Tutted, in a tone cloyingly worried---
“Perhaps a tad too tight around here.”
With a coquettish, affectionate tone he caressed the spot with his Adam’s apple on his throat, making a point out of swallowing around it like a sultry cease and desist to her very austere focus she’d been showing. She wouldn’t take the bait. She wouldn’t fluster, or find that a pretty face eventually helped breed a bit of lust in her stomach after all. Loki stretched his smile properly chilling-- and observed her, his hands empty, hers too and her departure so close to becoming true he could almost see how normal the seat would look sans her presence, clad in the stink of heaven.
He’d burn it.
His hands balled--
With the back of his hand, Loki landed a hard, loud slap right across her face and barked--
Every loose object in his home trembled. Loki’s eyes burned, alight with an angry, red shade.
“POSTURING,” he repeated, his voice booming, enraged and accented, “MY HOME, MY TIME, MY SPACE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE AGAIN AND YOU COME HERE YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKING CUNT AND YOU SPIT INTO FACE--”
He had her by her clothes, his hand curled tight around her front, lifting her to his eye-level so he’d help her cheeky godless attitude she brandished around His Important Person--
So he’d stand her up where he could look at her instead of the calm, offensive posture she’d have assumed no doubt otherwise, of that HE WAS SURE--
“MY HOSPITALITY, MY TIME YOU WASTE OF FLESH. My anything is NOT second-grade just because I am a demon.”
He yanked her closer, nose to nose--
And growled, in a tone drawn out like torture--
"You should know above all that every demon begins as a person."
His lips twisted back, but for a moment, red-eyed and upset, he remained. He hypnotized her face like he'd remember her forever starting this point on. Like he wanted the details of her mug burned behind his retinas, worse than any personal demon. He'd make her his, already attached so deeply to the thought she and him might have been twins born together into this world, and separated early on but with a sprawling history worth of thousands to explain his new, and deep attachment to her person. Sudden, you'd call it, and yet as sudden as it was--
Considering who it was:
Perfectly in line with his person.
Loki smiled, once more.
He dropped her, all calm.
"Stop by for tea again," he lilted, cute and soft. He smiled, large. Everything had been rattling, bouncing on the spot like belly dancers drugged on a meth and cocaine bender--
All the objects stopped, however, and Loki just drew his hand to his face, tapping his fingers over his unscathed, smooth cheek as he blinked, perfectly innocent.
"I'll make it with ginger root and ginseng~"
His eyes flickered between the insane red, to the deceiving, sweet blue like a babe's.