Takes place in AU, where Loki wasn't taken to Asgard at the end of the Avengers.
Loki fumed. He was supposed to be either in charge of Midgard or Asgard. WHY is it that he was left with no appreciation or anything of the kind? He wasn't deserving of this, this lowliest of tasks.
Cleaning Tony Stark's room.
For goodness sake, even JAIL might be better than this. At least he could use his sorcery there. Hereā¦.Thor threatened to make Dr. Banner angry, something Loki did not want to face (Again). As he pulled a pair of sneakers from under Mr. Stark's bed, he grunted and hurled them across the room, making an audible bump. Thor poked his head into the room.
"Was that you?" He asked. Loki rolled his eyes.
"No. It was clearly from the Invisible Man."
Thor rolled his eyes.
"The Man of Iron is showing a friend of his around Stark Tower. Behave." Thor left.
Loki inwardly groaned. Mr. Stark's "Friends" were usually conquests, fans, or exes. Very rarely were they "Friends." He heard Tony's voice down the hallway.
He wondered if he could hide under the bed.
Then the door flew open and he cringed holding a pair of old sneakers.
"Oh, and you haven't met the maid!" Tony cried. "Olivia, meet the work staff, a conquered servant that had previously wanted to rule the world! Moving on," He led Olivia away. Loki finally looked up, and slammed the door shut.
He cleared out a bunch of Captain America trading cards from under the bed, and stuck them on his dresser. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right! The phrase repeated itself in his head. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" He snapped. The door opened and a child stepped in. A teenager.
"Sorry about that," The girl apologized. "Mr. Stark will go on, you know. I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"He did," Loki said bitterly. "Do you know who I am, child?"
"Yeah. Loki. You are the God of Mischief; you tried to take over the world. You certainly have high goals to shoot for."
"You forgot to mention that I'm Thor's brother," Loki said ruefully.
"No I didn't. I don't count someone's relatives as being part of who the person is. I'm Sarah Jane, by the way. Do you want some help?"
Loki didn't answer. Sarah Jane closed the door behind her and picked up a white tank top. She turned to him thoughtfully.
"Hey, you know what would be interestingā¦.."
"What?" Loki looked at her.
"Is if we put this in the wash with a red shirt."
"Why?"
"It would turn this pink. We'd clean the room, but exact a little bit of revenge."
Loki stared at her in surprise. This Midgardian child didn't care about what he'd done, she didn't hate him, and she was telling him how to get back a little? He slowly nodded, a small smile growing, and snatched a red shirt off of the dresser. They made short work of the room, and threw them both in the wash. Sarah Jane checked her watch.
"I've got to go," she told him regretfully. "I'll be back sometime, will you still be here?"
Loki remembered a schedule of the week, in which he was essentially at the Avenger's beck and call, and sighed.
"Yes."
"Well, see you then." As she neared the door, she turned again. "By the way, it's okay if you still don't like me."
As the door closed, Loki sat back in thought.
