weasley-detectives:

Darcy: So you died. But you came back. Again.
Loki: You make me sound like a one trick pony.
Darcy: Do you remember it? What it felt like to die?
Loki: You mean the pain, the humiliation, the sound of my own neck snapping in my ears, the explosion ripping my flesh from my bones? No, I don’t remember it at all.
Darcy: That’s …pretty bad. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
Loki: Never mind. It’s all relative isn’t it?
Darcy: How’d you mean?
Loki: Meaning, I have come to redefine the words pain and suffering since I fell in love with you.
Darcy: ..How do you manage to say the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me and insult me at the same time?
Loki: They don’t call me silver tongue for no reason.