Loki wrinkled his nose. "Please," he said. "If you're going to refer to me as a part of the female anatomy, you can get more creative than that."
A part of him even wondered if Agent Romanoff had worked out exactly what he'd called her nearly a year ago. She'd seemed so shocked that he'd gone so far as to threaten her and her precious Agent Barton, that it had been hard to tell. And speaking of Agent Barton...now there were some things about him that Loki had never anticipated. He wasn't sure why he found it so funny, but of all people...the one whose name Loki still couldn't remember, but still remembered killing. Hilarious.
When it came to the two of them, a part of him really did have to wonder what would come of him attempting to seduce this Darcy. It wouldn't be easy, but they did have much in common. That and she didn't annoy him, so if all they did was talk, nothing was ultimately lost. Or so he felt.
Loki shrugged, noting the way she was looking at him. It would be easy for anyone to assume that he'd mute any children or leave them to suffer somewhere, but in all honesty, he didn't mind them. Unlike adults, they had no menace in them and fewer scars. "They're not terrible," he replied simply. "Or at the very least, those I've met."
He wasn't going to elaborate any further there. It wasn't as if he had any more of a chance of producing an heir than Thor did at present and even then, he was not going to pass on Laufey's bloodline. Not if he could help it.
"How do you figure?" Loki asked dryly. "According to your kind, my children are apparently a serpent, a wolf, and my father's eight-legged horse. I'd still like to find whomever perpetuated that rumor."