Loki Visits the Avengers: New Year's

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of them, and I never will!

Author's Notes: Hey guys! I was thinking about it, and I decided to not leave my story on a cliff hanger. Here is the next chapter, which is the first part of New Year's Eve ;) So…Read, Review, and Enjoy! :D

"Brother?" Thor called, knocking on Loki's door softly. He didn't know if Loki was awake, being that it was six in the morning. But, as soon as a quiet voice said "Come in", the door opened. Thor entered, closing the door behind him. Loki sat cross-legged on his bed, staring at the wall across. The wall, meanwhile, had several knives sticking out of it. Thor quickly inferred where they came from as Loki threw another knife. Thor went and joined Loki on the bed, sitting on the edge. He looked at the knives at this new angle, seeing that they formed an unfinished image. Thor couldn't make it out just yet, but decided to not ponder on it just yet. Thor turned his attention on his little brother, whose face was expressionless, which, Thor knew, meant that he was hurt, angry, or torn. Something negative swelled deep inside Loki, something that Thor couldn't let stay for so long.

"Brother, are you okay?" Thor asked as Loki threw another knife.

"Yes, Thor, I am," Loki said, throwing another knife, this time with slightly more force.

"Brother, please, although you are quite skilled at lying, I can tell that something is wrong. You can tell me. You always can," Thor said, grabbing and pulling down Loki's arm before he could throw another knife at the poor wall. Thor pulled the knife out of Loki's hand and clasped it into his. Thor's hands were big and calloused from hard work and labor. However, Loki's were exactly the opposite, his hands being slender and soft. Thor's hands were the signs of a warrior while Loki's hands were the signs of an artist…a craftsman. Magic was an art, after all, wasn't it? Unfortunately, Thor only realized this now. Oh, how things might have changed if Thor only had accepted his brother's use of magic when they were younger. Then again, though, they wouldn't have the Avengers now, and Loki wouldn't have…

"I feel torn Thor," Loki said softly, "I…I didn't actually think Ton…Stark thought of me that way."

"I don't think friend Tony knew he thought of you that way," Thor said gently, rubbing Loki's hand, "When you left, he was very shaken himself."

"What does this mean?" Loki asked miserably.

"I think it means something good," Thor said, smiling reassuringly.

"Good?" Loki questioned, turning to look at his older brother.

"Good," Thor repeated. "Brother…I think it's time for someone else to be there for you. I will always be behind your back to support you, but you need…" Thor stumbled, trying to think of some way to explain this, "It's like…It's like you're a ceiling of some sort, a ceiling supported by marble pillars. You know of those buildings in Greece?" Loki nodded at that, now thinking of it himself.

"Well," Thor continued, "You're the roof, and I'm one pillar, Mother is one, Father is another, so on and so forth."

"Thor," Loki said, suddenly thinking of something, "The three of you are the only pillars there are." Loki's eyes became big and sad, but then Thor tugged at Loki, bringing the younger god out of his dark thoughts.

"Maybe we used to be, but not anymore. Sif and the Warriors Three, believe or not, forgive you and want to start over with you. And now you also have the other Avengers. But…"

"But friends make up the center while family makes up the corners," Loki said thoughtfully, "You, Mother, and Father are three main pillars, but I need four. So, you're saying that you think Tony is my fourth pillar?" Thor nodded, happy that there was some actual meaning behind his comparison. Loki became distant for a minute before nodding himself and smiling. "You're right Thor," Loki said. Loki, taking his hand out of his brother's hand, took the last knife and threw it against the wall. The two gods looked what the knives shaped. A heart.


Tony had a restless night, not because of sleeping on the floor, but because of his actions the night before. What did this mean? What did Loki think about this? What did he think about this? After a quick cold shower, downing some pills, and pulling on some jeans and his favorite ACDC T-Shirt (He loves ACDC, get over it), he walked into the kitchen to be greeted with Bruce. He was sitting at the island counter thing (Let's just call it that.). In his hand was one mug, and next to him was Tony's favorite ACDC mug. Tony, gratefully, sat down next to Bruce and sipped his coffee, savoring the bitterness on his tongue.

"You okay?" Bruce finally asked, looking at Tony all over.

"What do you think?" Tony asked, sighing.

"Well, if I were you, I would be confused at what I feel," Bruce said, taking the last sip of his coffee.

"You're right, of course," Tony said, "I don't know what I should feel. I mean, we've only really gotten to know each other just for about a week or two. And, I've kissed plenty of girls, even guys once in a while when I was drunk, but this was the first time I've kissed someone and felt…well…something! Like…I don't want to sound cheesy, but like a spark," Tony said. He took a long gulp of coffee, finishing off the mug. Bruce grabbed both of their mugs and went to fill them up with more of the 'precious' drink.

"Well, if you felt a 'spark', then maybe there is something between the two of you," Bruce offered "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if there was. You two are kind of similar." He quickly filled the mugs up, handing Tony back his, and taking another sip of his own. Bruce decided to remain standing, sort of leaning on the island counter thing.

"Maybe," Tony said thoughtfully, taking another sip of his coffee. Suddenly, Tony slammed his mug down and, with a sudden grin, said, "You know what Bruce? You're right! We are similar. I mean, we're both geniuses in our own ways, have horrible family backgrounds, and, to top it all off, we're both dashingly handsome!" At that, Tony went to swish his hair back, causing Bruce to quietly face palm himself. That was definitely not what Bruce meant. Tony really can sometimes be narcissistic. "But, joking aside, you're right. I do like Loki…and I think I want to be his boyfriend," Tony said in all seriousness.

"Well," Bruce said, "If you're going to ask him to go steady, then you'll need to think of a smooth way to do it." Tony grinned and, with that, both he and Bruce set out to plan for Tony to boyfriend-propose to Loki.