Oh my, someone is following this... I know, it sounds desperate, but I am elated, being that, even though I have written all my life, this is my first time having it displayed. 0.0; Sorry if I get rather, umm, away with celebration.
DISCLAIMER- I only own Lucian, not Loki or the Avengers. (Damnit Tom Hiddleston, you only made him more appealing.)
"HA- YOU EVEN BARE YOUR TEETH LIKE HIM TOO!"
Lucian was at the end of his wits.
Clint kept poking, poking, poking. The dull archer was wearing his patience thin, and rapidly, too. The young man indeed had his teeth bared in a snarl, eager to get this man off, he lifted his left hand, waving his index finger in what seemed to be an innocent action.
It seemed innocent, until Barton squawked (badumm, tch) in surprise as he was lifted off his seat. Lucian's snarl morphed into a mischievous grin.
"I'll put the hawk down if he quits pecking."
Thor, mouth occupied by a battalion of fallen pop tarts, (Odin, may the little pastries make it to Vahalla safely) watched in terror. Mjolnir flew into his large, vice like grip as he now sized the thin man up, "Lo-Lucian, put down Barton. Now. This is unsafe."
Eyeing him distastefully, the man sighed, waving his thin hand in an elegantly practiced flourish, dropping a now pissed Clint unceremoniously on the floor.
"It was just a bit of fun, really."
The Thunder God stared now, silently wondering if Loki had ever had a child in Midguard. He thought it possible, though his younger brother's overwhelming superiority complex may detest to that.
The retreating form of Lucian stirred Thor from his musing. Blue eyes trailing downward, he allowed himself the pleasure, to, as Midguardians say, 'Laugh his ass off' at the man spread eagled (badumm, tch) on the kitchen tile at his feet. He was rewarded by the flipping of said man's birdie. (Don't act like you didn't see another pun coming)
As Lucian strolled casually down the hallways of Starks not-so-humble-abode, he overheard three voices as he came upon the stairway.
"Loki, we aren't negotiating, your father has sentenced you to public service, which is to be served here, with you being an Avenger. It could be worse."
Steve's voice, ugh, what a golden boy.
The deep, and admittedly silky voice of Loki became clear, "Fine, but don't expect me to behave at all times. I am still the God of Mischeif, and there is only so much you can ask of a god."
There snarky voice of Tony chimed in, much to Lucian's annoyance, "Good stuff Capsicle. Oh, and Reindeer Games? Don't bother trying to toss me out any windows, had 'em all reinforced and locked to the teeth."
"I would only dream of it, Stark."
One could almost hear Loki's smirk, and they didn't even have to imagine Tony's narrowed eyes.
Lucian was caught off guard when Loki and Tony came up the stairs. Effectively, he acted as if he just happened to be walking up the stairs.
In that second, gold met green, and the silent exchange there was near impossible to miss. Loki's mouth turned upward slightly, nearly in sync with Lucian's. Lucian could tell, they were going to get along, wonderfully.
Tony watched, nearly feeling left out. So, he decided to introduce the two, "Loki, this is Lucian, Lucian, this is Loki. Yeah, so, do your weird magic shit together now, or whatever the fuck you magic dudes do."
Lucian smirked lightly, chuckling, "So you are Loki, hmm? Been seeing your face ontop of crowds a lot, lately. I take it this so called organization took you into custody against your will as well?"
Loki sighed, falling in step beside the younger man, "You have no idea."
Tony was next to Lucian, and awkwardly enough, he felt a bit of envy for the man closer to the emerald eyed god. That was worrying, oh well.
"Sorry to interrupt the soul sister session here, but I feel like the third wheel here. I need to show you both to your rooms, pronto."
Loki growled in disdain, but obliged along with a sneering Lucian.
"Shit, you two are too much alike.", Tony walked with the pair, stopping at a black mahogany door, opening it, he stepped inside.
The room was a soothing hue of green, black accents here and there with gold trim. The bed was large, and seemed extremely comfortable. It had personalized hints as well, much to Loki's surprise.
Bookshelves lined the walls, and a few movies were in the cabinet of a luxurious entertainment center.
"This is Loki's room, Thor told me what you liked, and, I- umm- tried to make it feel like home."
How odd, Lucian watched as Stark rubbed the back of his neck gingerly, whilst Loki seemed actually pleased, "Well, Stark, this will suffice, thank you.", it was an awkward moment, and Tony nodded quickly, speed walking out with a bemused Lucian in tow.
As Loki's door closed, Lucian hissed in protest, "Unhand me! Immediately!", Tony ignored him completely, dragging the surprisingly strong Lucian to a light brown mahogany door three doors down from Loki's room.
"I don't know much about you, so we'll make renovations later. Here are the basics, bed, entertainment, bathroom, done.", Tony seemed rushed as he pushed Lucian into the room, with brown and black walls, two lamps, and a small bed. Weaving a sigh, the now alone Lucian sat on his bed.
Alone? Well, that was nothing new for the throwaway.
Phew, hope I didn't kill you guys on this one. ;^+^ Updates shall be frequent, and of course I love it when you guys rate and review. 3
