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As a human - well Asgardian, Nat had not liked him much. He had taken over Clint's brain, made Clint kill people he liked and killed 80 people in two days. Honestly, she never thought she would be able to be in the same room as him without silently hating his guts but knowing she probably would have to while acting the part she needed to get what she wanted from him. Which is why it was strange that it wasn't strange anymore to be in the same room with him. Even stranger that, this time, she actually sought him out.
She unscrewed the new bottle as quietly as possible and set to work. She was already on the second one when the giant golden eyes opened and widened as he took in what she was doing.
“If you move it's going to smudge,” Nat said pleasantly and a bit reproachfully and watched as he paused and scanned the room, seeming to take in that information along with what was going on in the room, especially the several bottles of nail polish lying around.
Natasha liked to paint but she wasn't great at painting shapes and objects. So she preferred something that required less artistic vision but still let her paint strokes in a practical way. She liked to paint nails.
She liked to paint her nails but due to her job, no matter the coating, When she painted her fingertips, it never lasted. So she used a clear coating on her fingernails and only color painted her toenails. Unless she was undercover and her cover allowed for painted nails but that rarely happened.
It was when she got out of her undercover missions that she felt the compulsion to paint the most. The more stressful her undercover, or not, missions were the more she felt compelled to paint her nails. After the last undercover job, she had painted her own toenails 3 times 3 different colors and it hadn't been enough. Sometimes after the really bad ones, Clint would let her paint his nails but Clint was currently on his own mission. None of the other Avengers really like getting their nails painted and even if they did she doubted, unless all of them did, it would be enough.
Thus the reason she was sitting on the floor with Loki’s second claw in front of her and a bottle of gold nail polish that she had bought the nearest five stores out of, because of how big his claws were. She continued painting his claw in gold nail polish, so far it seemed to go well with the black and green of his large dragon body.
She looked up at Loki to see if he was going to try to attack, burn her or just fly away. Loki seemed to be puzzled by what was happening, or at least she thought so, sometimes it was difficult to figure out a dragon's emotions. He kept looking at his finished nail and back to Nat several times, after a long moment he slowly lowered his head and body into a more comfortable position that didn't move his front claws too much and stilled. Nat smiled and continued painting.