“If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.”

“I am on my way, and tell him he better watch his ass!” Jack shouted, and I held the phone away from ear so it wouldn’t damage my eardrums. “Real mature, Jack,” Peter scoffed”

“Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.”

“He might as well have been telling me to build a damn rocketship. I had no idea what to do.”

“He kept telling me to do things without giving me any clue how. He might as well have been telling me to build a damn rocket ship. I had no idea what to do.”

“You overestimate my interest in you," Loki grinned broadly. "I prefer my Princesses in unsoiled pajamas."My clothes would've been relatively clean if it weren't for the blood on my sweater and some dirt on my knees. I was sure I was a mess, but it wasn't my fault."I'm sorry. I usually look much nicer after I take a beating," I said, and his smile faltered.”

“He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.”