"Look at what I have here!" Tony announced as he entered the living room that following afternoon. Loki was laying on the couch parallel to the TV, reading. He looked up at Stark. "What? Can't you see I'm busy?" He returned to the novel. "I got you a phone! It's a BlackBerry!" "A fruit? Midguardian technology is amazing." Loki retorted. "No, Rock of Ages, it's a type of phone." Tony was oblivious to the sarcasm. "How many different types of cellular phones are there?" Loki set down the book and swung into a normal seated position. "Millions!" Tony exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. "Millions?" Loki arched an eyebrow. "I can count to a million." He commented. "I was exaggerating." "I could tell." Loki stood up and stretched from a long day of doing nothing.
Loki approached Tony. "May I see it, Anthony?" Tony held out his hand to show the magician. Loki picked it up and examined it. "It doesn't look like yours." "Mines not a BlackBerry." "I can see that now. How does this one function differently?" Loki didn't see a big screen, just a tiny one. "Well, now when it rings, you press this." Tony gestured to a slightly larger green button. "How do I contact you?" "I put some people on speed dial for you. Let's see, ah yes, you have Tower, the Steve, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, and me. But I would refrain from calling them; Natasha doesn't even know that I have her number. She'll flip when she finds out we both do." He smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, Stark. I'll try." Loki replied and resumed his original position on the couch.
Tony left; he had important industry business to attend to. Loki scrolled through random things on the new device.
Suddenly, the phone buzzed once, and a message appeared on the screen. It read: 'having fun? ;)' He wasn't sure what the symbols on the end meant, but he just knew it was from Stark. Loki looked at the little buttons with letters on them. On a hunch, he pressed the one with an 'S'. An 'S' appeared in the little box. 'T…A…R…K…?' He pressed send. It buzzed again. 'Bingo Reindeer Games.' 'Shouldn't you be at your meeting?' 'I am!'
Loki sighed and put the phone down and got up for a walk around the Tower. The avengers voted on keeping Loki at Stark Tower because Thor couldn't keep his 'brother' right now. It had great security. JARVIS would notify Stark immediately if he just stuck his head out the window. But Loki had to admit it, it was nice here.
A few days later, Tony was in the kitchen, and Loki was wandering around.
Loki could go anywhere in Stark Tower he wanted, except Tony's room, the elevator, or the roof. He was climbing the stairs to get to his room, when he tripped. He fell on the landing. With all his armor, he was fine. Well. That was embarrassing.
He was suddenly compelled to reach into his pocket. Loki withdrew a smashed, crumpled, ruined BlackBerry. He gasped. It hadn't even been a week and he had already wrecked his new phone! That had to be some kind of record. What was he going to tell Stark? Loki ran down to the kitchen where Tony was having dinner.
"Umm…Anthony?" He cleared his throat. "Yup?" He was eating a Subway sandwich. "I...umm, look!" Loki thrust out his hand with the broken phone. "You! How!" He yelled. "I-I tripped and it got broken, I didn't mean it!" Loki was heartbroken because Tony was so upset. "You son of a b-Ice Giant!" Tony meant that someone playfully, but regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth. Thor had told him about Loki's true parentage, and how it made him mad.
First, Loki looked sad, then annoyed, then upset, then downright murderous. "How dare you call me that?" Loki spat, throwing the phone on the ground, teeth bared. He was done feeling sorry. Stark must pay. He pointed his finger at him. "Now, lets not point fingers here!" Tony suggested. Fire flew from Loki's fingertip and rocketed towards Stark. He yelped and dodged it. It hit the table, but didn't catch fire. Stupid magic, he thought to himself. Loki's eyes burned a brighter green than he had ever seen them before.
Tony ran to the open elevator and got inside. "Up, JARVIS, up!" The door began to close. "No!" The door shut, and away with Stark. Loki charged up the stairs, he literally flew. Even faster than Stark elevators. Loki stopped at the floor where he knew Tony would be getting off at. The door slid open and he rushed right into Loki's arms.
He grabbed him by the front of his collar and dragged him towards the window. "Where's your bracelet now, eh?" Loki whispered and thrust him out of the window.
As Tony crashes through the glass, his last fleeting thought was that this was seriously cliché.
I guess Loki's going to need another lodger.