Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
-Through the Looking Glass

Loki Hates Everything.

-Line-

She would not leave him alone.

Just kept droning on and on and on.

Loki tuned back in just as Darcy finished, "-So, yeah, that's how I got here. Hey! I never did hear your story. How did you get here?"

Loki suppressed a sigh and continued to ignore the other feline.

"Awe, come on, please? Please, please, please, please-"

Loki whipped around and hissed. "Will you shut up! Do you not have anyone else you could be bothering right now?"

Darcy looked shocked and hurt (Loki refused to feel guilt about it). She tucked her tail and looked down, "No… You're kinda the only one I can talk to until I change back, and no one in this dimension will give me the time of day at all, so…"

So much for not feeling guilt.

Loki sighed, "I was sent here in an earthquake just like everybody else was."

Darcy perked back up, "Yeah, but what were you doing?"

So Loki wove a tale full of half-truths and some downright lies, then sent Darcy on her way to annoy somebody, anybody else, with a clear conscience.

Because he apparently had one now.

Sigh.

-Line-

Loki quickly found himself bored. After the agent had shown them their rooms she just left. No rules were assigned.

A mistake this universe had yet to realize.

Still, he sought out the only other remotely sane individual in the building for company, even if said individual was lacking in taste.

The door was cracked slightly. It would seem the alternate Loki was in a hushed conversation with his chosen partner.

Lokitty paused just outside to listen.

"-Don't you think this is moving a little fast?" The Stark stressed.

What was moving fast?

"I love you, I never want to be without you, does it truly matter how fast it goes?"

Loki stopped himself from choking. 'Love'? What was his other self thinking?

"A year ago we couldn't stand each other-"

"That was a year ago. A lifetime ago." His alternate interjected.

"-And I love you, too," Stark went right on going, "But you're not just asking for my life, Loki. You're asking me to live for eternity-"

"Not eternity. Even I must die, one day."

Wait… His he hearing what he thinks he's hearing? Is this about an apple? What on earth is wrong with the other Loki? He's completely mad.

"A couple of millennia, then." Stark conceded, "You're asking me to watch everyone I care about –besides you, don't give me that look- die before my eyes…"

"It's true," The other Loki said, "that I am being completely selfish in this. But it pains me every day to think that, in just a hand full of years, it will be I that has to watch you die…" he sounds so broken, "I do not think I will survive such a thing."

There was a pause.

"That's low,"

"And for once, I am completely honest."

"What if - in one, two, three hundred years, you decide you don't want me anymore?"

"That will be the day I have well and truly lost myself to madness."

As far as the feline Loki was concerned, that had already happened.

Stark let out a shaky sigh, "Look, it's not a 'yes', but… it's not a 'no', either. I just… need some time to think, okay?"

Movement that could have been nodding, "Take all the time you need, my Love."

Stark snorted, but there was no humor in the action, "You are such a sap,"

The other Loki chuckled with just has little humor, "Only for you."

Stark started making his way toward the door. Lokitty runs around the corner to hide. He watched the Stark exit, saw him pause to lean on the wall with a pinched, torn expression, before a mask settled over him and he continued down the hall.

The cat slunk back over to the door after the man left. It was more open than before, the Stark not even trying to shut it. Loki was able to see inside.

This was turning out to be a depressing day, Loki decided, as he watched the man he no longer saw in the mirror sit heavily on the bed.

"Only for you," He repeated to himself with a sigh, rubbing his face tiredly. He lied down and closed his eyes.

"Only for you…"

Cat Loki crept away. He had much to think about, it would seem.

How, in another universe, had he become that?

-Line-

Of course, he didn't get far before he had to run for his life.

Well, his dignity, but in this instance it was the same thing, really.

"You're a lot quicker than you have any right to be!" Barton shouted, slightly out of breath, waving around The Outfit as he chased after Loki.

Could he not catch a break?

Not that it mattered. Loki has spent much of his time as a feline running from this very situation, knows every trick, has raised his stamina to out run even the fastest of Avengers and SHIELD agents alike.

This Barton is sloppy, at best.

As he was turning a corner he stupidly looked back at his pursuer, possibly to taunt-

-and ran straight into another enemy.

The Widow grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and held him at arm's length. Loki felt his body go lax without his consent. Still, he listened.

"Really, Barton?" She asked flatly.

"C'mon Nat, you know it would be hilarious." The idiot whined.

"Are you trying to cause an inter-dimensional incident?" She questioned, "What if his universes Thor shows up and doesn't take kindly to having his brother humiliated?"

Loki held back a snort.

Barton gave her puppy-dog eyes, "Please, Natasha?"

Loki felt the grip on his neck tighten before the woman sighed.

"Fine. But it's your funeral."

No. No, no, no, no, no. Please, no.

"You were never here." Barton agreed. Loki started to struggle even as he was passed over.

The woman left along with any chance of escape Loki had. Barton held him up to eye level.

"I know you're from a different universe, and all," He smirked, lifting the ridiculous cape and helmet up, "But I'll take what I can get."

Loki hated everything.

A/N: And there you have it. Loki/Tony kind of took over. Sorry, if you're just here for the cat's. Darcy still gets her own chapter, and you may see bits of the two of them from other POV's. I never realized how much I love Loki/Tony, because I don't really like their series all that much (maybe I'll do an AU/prequel of how their relationship happened…).

RL: My twin is addicted to Candy-Crush… I don't even know –is it possible to come back from that? I feel she may be lost forever.