Kathryn here!
Loki: All she owns is herself, the plot, and her camera.
Tony: Thank God she doesn't own us...
Loki was never for the kiddie things, like dressing up for Halloween, giving out treats, or trick-or-treating. Tony, on the other hand, was a child. He dragged Loki into trick-or-treating every year, even if Loki and Pepper tell him its bad because: first, the arc reactor isn't going to withstand all the chocolate and sweets, and second, that's a lot of sugar.
"But c'mon Loki, just for a couple of hours! I bought a costume and everything...," Tony whined. Loki only rolled his eyes.
When will this man learn to become mature just like everyone else around us? Loki thought to himself as he arose from where he was sitting and walked towards Tony and asked, "So... What are you going to be exactly?"
Tony smiled from eye to eye. That's not a good sign... "You'll see.."
Tony walked out of the Avengers Tower with pride, tugging at a leash behind him. He was dressed in a jogging outfit, with small shorts and a-little-to-tight shirt. The not-so-friendly-looking Loki was dressed up a dalmatian. Spots, collar with a tag that has Tony's phone number if he gets "lost", and a leash. A leash to top it all off. Great...
"Ok, I'm out here. Can I go back inside and change into normal clothes?" Loki hissed.
"Nope. Your staying with me Spot," Loki giggled.
"Spot? That's my dog name, Spot? How original," Loki said sarcastically. He wasn't impressed. At all. He thought the genius can come up with something better.
"It was the only name that would fit your personality," Loki looked at Tony with disbelief, "So... Wanna start?"
"No," Tony still dragged him off into the horizon, knocking on every door to fill his trash bag with candy, only to hide it and horde it from Pepper.
What a night, was all Loki thought when he woke up the next morning, with a candy-filled face of Tony sleeping on the couch.
"Happy Halloween, my friends," he said to me as I waved off to him and turned off the camera.