"Me, Sire? A sorcerer? Of course not." "You have magic! I saw you! And you don't deny it either!" Merlin rolled his eyes in the most ostentatious way possible. "Well yes, of course I have magic. I'm a warlock." "You just said you weren't a sorcerer!" "Exactly." Eventual fluffy Merlin/Arthur

Facing the owner of Stark Tower, Loki had not expected that throwing a measly mortal out of his own window would be this hard. Impossible, even. This whole situation was excruciating. Curse the Norns! It was all the fault of Lady Fate! (Soulmate fic. Eventual TONY/LOKI, I swear)