Gamora is guarded by nature. Years of abuse, years of running some else's agenda - it's one of the things that used to frustrate Quill and she knew it. Magnus had managed to creep under her armour and maybe that had a lot to do with the fact that he hadn't flirted. He wasn't trying to insinuate himself in her life. He had been nice, he had given her food and friendship and the talking had come easily because of it.
Gamora could flirt, it was just rare and most of the time it was just as easily miscontrued as something else. Or she stopped herself halfway through when she realised she was straying into what she considered dangerous territory.
And maybe it was why she had needed to see if Loki could last without his silver tongue. She didn't want the flattery, she didn't need it. She was at home in her own skin. She was starting to get comfortable in the city and with Terran food. The ability to share it with someone else in the way that Magnus had first shared it with her meant more than flowery words - whether Loki would have meant them or not.
And his face when he ate the black noodles was something to savour. Occasionally she wondered if she ever had such an open expression on her face that wasn't a result of listening to music. As the night seemed to come to a natural close though once they'd started the walk back to the residential area Gamora had taken his arm without it needing to be offered, and without really thinking about it. She might have even considered a goodnight kiss but there was still a part of her that regarded anyone she didn't immediately want to hurt as dangerous.
That part of her was broken and she knew it. But she compromised with a kiss to the corner of his mouth instead of directly on it. When it came to battle, throwing herself into the fray - she never second guessed herself. But this? This needed just a little more thought.
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Gamora could flirt, it was just rare and most of the time it was just as easily miscontrued as something else. Or she stopped herself halfway through when she realised she was straying into what she considered dangerous territory.
And maybe it was why she had needed to see if Loki could last without his silver tongue. She didn't want the flattery, she didn't need it. She was at home in her own skin. She was starting to get comfortable in the city and with Terran food. The ability to share it with someone else in the way that Magnus had first shared it with her meant more than flowery words - whether Loki would have meant them or not.
And his face when he ate the black noodles was something to savour. Occasionally she wondered if she ever had such an open expression on her face that wasn't a result of listening to music. As the night seemed to come to a natural close though once they'd started the walk back to the residential area Gamora had taken his arm without it needing to be offered, and without really thinking about it. She might have even considered a goodnight kiss but there was still a part of her that regarded anyone she didn't immediately want to hurt as dangerous.
That part of her was broken and she knew it. But she compromised with a kiss to the corner of his mouth instead of directly on it. When it came to battle, throwing herself into the fray - she never second guessed herself. But this? This needed just a little more thought.