Me Notes: Thank so much for all your comments! I can't tell you how awesome it makes me feel to know you guys like my story so far. Also someone mentioned something about wanting to see Vali and Narfi because how often Hel, Jorm, and Fen are used. In good time, I have all this planned out.

The tires made a loud screech as Tony pulled to a stop in front of the New York Stark Industries building. It was relatively new and Tony like it better than the old one in Malibu, it was all Tony and no Howard and that's how he liked things in his life. The man at the door took Tony's keys and pulled away, leaving him standing in front of the large double doors that people were pouring into.

"It's too early." He mumbled to himself, making his way into the extraordinary building.

A large picture of Obadiah hung on the wall at the end of the hall. Yeah the man had tried to kill him and all that fancy stuff, but for some reason Tony couldn't make himself hate the man who practically raised him. Even though he could hate Howard quite easily. Tony stood back and let his eyes roam every fine detail that was the New York building. The walls gleamed in the UV lights that hung from the ceiling, various offices that belong the secretaries and people lower on the corporate ladder. Don't get Tony wrong, everyone here was valuable and he would rather chop his arm off than fire or let any of the go. Mostly because he didn't want to have to try and find anyone that would take their place. Hey, he gave Pepper a promotion and now look at him, having to drive all the way here to find a new assistant for himself.

With a deep sigh, Tony turned into one of the elaborate elevators, a woman suddenly running in the elevator with him, turning and giving him an apologetic smile. It didn't help, Tony wasn't a fan of elevators- especially crowded ones- and let's face it, in a tiny closed metal box two's a crowd. Finally after what feels like an eternity the elevator stops at his floor. Tony rushes out the door then past the receptionist who tried desperately to stop him. Why they even tried was beyond him, he has never and will never stop in his building.

"Morning Pep." he announced as he burst through the door.

Pepper turned and gave him a pointed look before returning to her phone conversation. Pepper was always on the phone these days, you could barely even talk to her without her phone blowing up and her yapping about things Tony should probably care about but really didn't. He made his way to the desk and threw himself down in the fluffy rolly chair with an unnecessarily loud sigh, earning him yet another dirty look from the red head. Tony searched around on the desk for some sort of entertainment; mostly he was trying to ignore that sorry excuse for a Newton's Cradle. If that even was what that bared monstrosity was! How could anyone possible find that thing entertaining!? Pepper slammed the phone down making Tony jump slightly, he hadn't even realized that he was now holding the contraption until that moment.

"Drop it, Tony!" Tony let the Newton's Cradle go, sending it crashing to the floor. He could practically feel the anger radiating off Pepper.

"What!? You said drop it so I dropped it!" He defended.

Pepper face palmed before pressing a button on her phone. "Yes, Mrs. Hogan?" the receptionist answered politely.

"Would you lead in our first interviewee, I would like to get this over with as quickly as possible." Pepper sneered and sent Tony a glare.

3 hours later

"I speak French, Spanish, and Latin-"

"Next!" Tony yelled before the woman could finish talking, earning him a dirty look from her and Pepper. What?! He'd been through this before with Natasha, and excuse him for not wanting to make the same mistake twice.

The woman collected her briefcase and stepped out the door- after she shot Tony the rod of course. "Tony, we've been through seventeen possible assistants who are very qualified for the position, and all but four were women. You type women to boot, what is wrong with you today? Okay, so what are you looking for in your new assistant, obviously not tall and blonde which I might say is strange for you. So help me, what are you looking for?" Tony shrugged. He knew exactly what he wanted, but to his surprise he didn't show up. Maybe he already had a job. But who would turn down a job at Stark Industries? Even though they weren't making weapons anymore they were still a multibillion dollar company, and the only company that provided stable, clean energy.

A loud knock at the door pulled Tony from his thoughts. "Excuse me Mrs. Hogan, you have one more interviewee who was running a bit late, shall I show him in?"

"Of course Martha, send him in." Pepper said stacking the papers on her desk trying to look somewhat professional in her cluttered office.

The door opened and Tony had to bite back a smile as Loki walked in. Unlike all the other interviewee's who wore suits and ties, Loki was wearing a pair of black jeans and a green shirt with Boba Fett on it, with what looked to be a suit jacket. He was, in Tony's opinion perfect, but he could clearly see the doubt in Pepper's eyes. But she smiled as they shook hands and he flashed the most gorgeous smile.

"So Mr. Laufeyson, what can you tell us about yourself? I see that you just moved here from the UK, why did you decided to move here of all places?" Pepper asked politely but Tony could see Loki visibly tense at her question.

"Um, personal reasons, I just had to get as far away from that place as was possible." Loki murmured before looking up and meeting Peppers eyes with a sad smile.

If there was one thing Loki couldn't stand it was people who asked him a question, then answered it for themselves. Why would you even ask the question if you had intended on answering it? Why don't you just make a statement then as for commentary!? But Loki surprisingly to himself held his tongue and merely smiled at the woman. This Pepper woman had a habit of doing this and it made Loki want to pull his hair out, but it was not as bad as that thing on her desk. Who honestly had a Swinging Sticks Kinetic Energy Sculpture!? Those things were designed to annoy!

"So other than taking care of children and an impressive amount of degrees, I can't see why I would want to hire you. Tell me, why do you want this position?" She asked.

Loki let a small chuckle escape him as he saw Tony tense in the corner. Loki was no fool, he knew the man had forged his application but he was unsure why. What did Tony have to gain through him? His 'father' had all but cut him off, he was flat broke and taking care of three kids.

"I'm not even sure what position I'm applying for." Loki said plainly, looking the red headed woman in the eye- he had always been a master at manipulating people that made him angry and she had pushed to many of his buttons. " You look confused Mrs. Hogan, I assure you I am just as dumbstruck as you about this whole ordeal. I received a phone call barely an hour ago telling me I should show up here for an interview if I desired to be employed here, so here I am. The question you should be asking is, why would I want to accept if you're so desperate to have me?"

Tony wished he had a camera, because the look on Peppers face would be the best. Blackmail. Ever! And the fact that she was now stammering and stuttering was just priceless.

"Ha! Oh my friend, I think you broke her." Tony laughed.

Everyone in the room, even Pepper, broke out in laughter at the sight of this usually well composed woman breaking character. "Well, it's settled. I want him!" Tony said suddenly, Loki turned his head quickly giving Tony an odd look.

"Well, Mr. Laufeyson, if you except the job, You can start tomorrow, I can have you trained and ready to assist Mr. Stark with whatever he might need."

"So I'm to be an assistant?" Loki said more to himself as his eyes shifted to the ceiling. Tony could see him rolling the idea around, giving the position great thought. Honestly it was driving him crazy.

"I accept."

Tony wanted to jump up and down like a school girl. This was such un-Tony-like behavior…