"Who’s the cutest lil kitty in the world? Who’s the cutest lil kitty?"
Loki rolled his eyes as Darcy continued to croon over the newest addition to Stark Tower: a small silver kitten named Mew-Mew. Darcy had chosen the name when he showed up in the middle of a thunderstorm one night, clawing at a window.
Darcy scratched between the cat’s ears, and it purred in contentment. She looked over to Loki, who sat reading a book on the other side of the bed where they were lying, and caught his look of irritation.
"Something wrong?" She asked, but the tone of her voice suggested she already knew why he was peeved. Mew-Mew stood up and stretched out before leaping off the bed and strutting out of the room.
"You spend hours on end with that cat,” Loki commented, looking up from his book, “You shower it with adoration. Considering it just left the room, this is probably the first time I’ve talked to you without it by your side in three days.”
"Sounds like somebody’s jealous," Darcy mused playfully, standing up and heading for the adjacent bathroom to get ready for bed.
"I am not jealous," Loki called out a little too defensively, "…I just think it’s unnatural the amount of attention you give that thing."
"I give him a normal amount of attention!" Darcy argued from behind the bathroom door, and Loki could tell her mouth was full of toothpaste.
"Oh please," Loki responded, "You couldn’t ignore that cat even if you tried."
Darcy grumbled something in response that vaguely resembled an “Oh yeah?”, and Loki smiled as an idea struck him. When Darcy emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, Mew-Mew sauntered up to greet her, and Loki was nowhere to be seen.
"Well seeing as Loki has left the room…" Darcy huffed under her breath, picking up and cradling the cat as she looked it in the eyes, "how could I ever ignore a face as cute as this?"
She sat back down on the bed and placed her cat companion next to her. As she continued stroking its fur, she heard a loud scratching noise coming from the bedroom door. Curiously, she stood up and walked towards the door.
Mew-Mew came bolting in as soon as she opened it, meowing and rubbing himself against her legs. Darcy looked down in confusion and shock, and then back towards the bed.
Loki was sprawled out in the exact position the imposter-cat had been, and he smiled at Darcy. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief, amused that he went as far as shape-shifting to prove a point.
"What did I say?" Loki asked smugly.
"Laugh all you want," Darcy replied, smiling back, "but I think you’ve only just proven how jealous you really are."