Of the Gods

I don't know....

You continue, "I know how you are. You're a player, always have been. Nothing sneaky. We're just friends, we're always going to be just friends."

"Well I'll say? Are you coming on to me, miss discord?" he responds quickly.

"No, I'm serious. No trickery. Not with me. I've sworn off men, they've been nothing but cruel to me."

Now, Loki comes from a race of genderless beings that decide how to present themselves based, but from his world, he identifies as and appears as male. He transforms into a beautiful lady with flaxen locks.

"If you're more inclined to try something new, I can....always provide," he says with a wink.

You roll your eyes. He's always had a hard time taking no for an answer, and is quite the persuader.

"You know what I'm saying, Loki. I'm one bad date away from a global meltdown. I need you...as my friend," you firmly state.

This time it seems to sink in, and he transformed back to his most common appearance.

"Fair fair enough. Don't say I didn't try. I will continue to be your friend....I promise." He extends his hand to shake on it.