Chapter 2- Loki
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Asgard was under attack and the prisons were a wreck which means all the prisoners had to be relocated to somewhere safer. Thor thought it would be an excellent idea for me to stay at Stark tower with the Avengers. I was just bouncing with excitement as I waited for Thor to retrieve me.
As we walked into Stark tower, I looked around. It was much different from when j saw it last. Obviously, Stark must have remodeled to accommodate his new roommates. I rolled my eyes as Thor shouted for Stark. "Man of Iron, I have returned with my brother!"
"I'm not your brother." I muttered under my breath. Thor turned and frowned at me. He would've said something else if it weren't for Stark making his presence known.
"Can you not yell?" He questioned. I exhaled with a light roll of my eyes.
"I don't think he as any other volume." I answered as Thor and I turned to face the brunette. I blinked. Was he always that hot? Certainly he couldn't have been or else I would've noticed when we first met. I frowned slightly, unnoticeable to the other men in the room. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed. Stark and I stared at each other for a little while longer which ended up with the both of us blushing. Did he think the same way? No, don't be ridiculous. He must already have a significant other that he is devoted to.
"Uh. . . um. . . Uh, yeah. I. . . I don't think there is." He stuttered in agreement.
"Well I should return to Asgard!" He boomed. Stark and I flinched at the sudden noise. "Take well brother!" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I'm not your brother." I repeated as with he left. I glanced over at Stark. "So um. . ." I cleared my thirst. "Where shall I be staying?" I questioned as I recomposed myself. Stark bit his lip.
"Uh. . ." He drifted off, not knowing the answer. "J?" He finally asked.
"In the floor above yours, sir." The robotic voice announced.
"There's your answer." Stark remarked, scratching the back of his neck. I nodded slightly, glancing around. It appeared to just be the two of us in the room.
"Yes, I suppose that is." I commented. Stark refuses to meet my eyes. "Where is everyone?" I questioned. Stark shrugged a little.
"Probably in their rooms doing something. JARVIS, can you tell everyone Loki's here?"
"Yes sir." The robotic voice responded again. I study the ceiling, intrigued.
"Thank you." He mumbled. Honestly, why was he acting so incompetent? It was as if he'd never spoken to a person before. Or if they'd never asked him questions.
Soon, the rest of the blasted Avengers (minus my adopted brother and the doctor) came downstairs. Romanoff was giving me her famous death stare but I just shrugged it off. I made my way over to the couch before sitting beside Stark. I glanced over at him to which he kept the gaze far longer than I anticipated. Eventually, I looked away, my cheeks a light shade of pink. Stark's were too.
"You gonna behave?" Romanoff asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes." I responded harshly.
"Are you gonna mind control me again?" Barton asked, perching on the arm seat next to Romanoff. I rolled my eyes again.
"No. I would need my staff in order to do that and it appears that I don't have it." I explained. He looked over me cautiously. "Does that settle your unease?" I snapped. He looked up at me, startled that I had caught him staring. He nodded weakly.
"Yes." He mumbled. I smirked. Romanoff glared at me. I shrugged it off.
"Guys, stop questioning Loki." Stark ordered, attempting at sticking up for me. I smiled slightly before Rogers caught sight of it and raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know the god of mischief could give a genuine smile." He commented. Stark turned towards me to see but I almost immediately dropped it and transformed it into a scowl.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." I stated, holding my head high. Rogers smirked slightly.
"Uh-huh, sure." He agreed. I glared at him, my fists clenched.
"I don't." I repeated through gritted teeth. Rogers shrugged it off.
"Alright, whatever you say." He responded. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking the other way. "Well, I'm gonna head down to the training room." Rogers commented as he stood up. Just as quick as they had formed, the Avengers disbanded, all going separate ways. This left Stark and I in the room together. Alone.
"So, um. . . Thank you for letting me stay." I mumbled. I shut my eyes, mentally facepalming. That was incredibly smooth, Loki, incredibly smooth. I dared not opened me eyes in fear of how Stark would think of me.
"No uh. . . No problem." He stuttered. I opened one eyes to see that he was almost as red as that suit of his. He looked quite adorable all flustered and such. It was like some outside force was making me do what I did next for it truly was unimaginable. Sitting on that brown leather couch that one summer day, I leaned forward and kissed Anthony Stark. "Whoa." He breathed as I pulled away. My eyes widened to the size of the moon.
"By Odin's beard. . ." I muttered under my breath. "I truly am sorry." I quickly apologized. "I can't believe I just did that!" Stark chuckled warmly.
"You're fine, Loki." He states with a smirk. My brows furrowed. "That just makes this a hell of a lot more easier." He commented before kissing me this time. But this time was more sweet and romantic. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck as he wrapped his tightly around my waist. We deepened the kiss and started making out, only pulling away when we were desperate for air. I glanced to Stark, breathing deeply to get in enough air, he doing the same.
"Whoa."
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