"You cannot make me leave!" Loki shouted over the intercom into Tony's property, holding his left arm against his chest with his right hand. The light was fading and a glorious sunset was to Tony's back but he could still see the form of the ex-god unceremoniously tossed out of Tony's house.
"No but the cops can make you leave."
"You would not dare!" Loki sneered.
He kind of liked how worked up Loki was getting. For once the man was reacting honestly, not spinning pretty little lies. Loki was nice and frightened enough to speak without thinking. "Maybe Thor's big plan was for you to spend a few nights in jail for trespassing. You would be the most popular guy in the joint."
"Would you please stop thinking about my ass for two minutes and let me back in!" Loki snarled. There was a thud over the intercom, which was quickly followed by a rather cute little cry as Loki kicked the wall of the intercom panel and only ended up hurting his foot in the process. The man's form slumped over in pain.
"No can do, sweet cheeks. You're stuck out there in the big bad world. Deal with it." Tony turned away from the security camera image and walked across his living room to pour himself a drink.
"Sir, his heart rate and respiration are at dangerous levels," came Jarvis' clear voice.
"Good," he growled as he looked out at the sunset over the Pacific and downed his shot of scotch. His gaze slid down to the glass in his hand and added, "Let me know if he passes out again."
"Cardiac arrest seems far more likely at this juncture."
Tony only grunted at the comment and turned back to the slumped form of Loki on his doorstep. "You have five minutes to get off my property. Find yourself a box. Find yourself a pimp. I don't care where you go. I'm not your fucking babysitter. Why don't you go cry on Clint's shoulder? He'd enjoy seeing you again."
The readout of Loki's life signs spiked at the comment and it gave Tony far too much perverse pleasure to see the man react to the thought of meeting Clint again. Good. The poor bastard was probably still recovering from being Loki's mindless little bitch.
"You cannot leave me out here," Loki pleaded, breathless and clearly shaken.
"Oh but I can. Your five minutes starts now, Little Riding Hood. Get a move on." He reached to turn off the intercom. He watched from the security camera as the blue light of the intercom switched off and Loki crumbled into a ball just beneath it.
A timer came up on screen and began ticking down for him. Jarvis did have a way of knowing when he wasn't bluffing. Two minutes ticked by and Loki hadn't stirred. Tony turned to fill his glass again. "How about we get him moving, Jarvis?"
The far off sound of police vehicles resounded outside of Tony's house. Loki's readouts spiked as he leapt up and took off North, away from the sound of sirens. A map on the screen tracked Loki as he left the cameras view. Loki's cast wasn't all just cloth and metal casing.
"Good boy," Tony muttered at the security shot of Loki disappearing into the coming night. He swiped the floating readout away. It disappeared as he headed back downstairs into his lab. "Keep an eye on him, Jarvis."
