Hello my lovelies!

So, this took longer than I had intended to get up, because I was completely immersed in this Pokémon game called PokéPark. It sounds stupid, but it's actually pretty fun.

I'ma stop rambling now and get on with the chapter…

"Alright, so I was able to snag ya two types of donuts before Thor could eat 'em," Cam said, walking into the room only to find Loki asleep. She grimaced and mouthed "sorry" as she set the two napkins on the dresser. Glancing at Loki as she turned to leave, she couldn't help but stop and really examine him for the first time since he arrived at the mansion. He was obviously not a happy sleeper.

His brows were bunched tightly together and his mouth was set into a grim line. He had a handful of sheet bunched in his fists, and he looked like he was shaking. Cam placed her hands on her hips, trying to think of a way to help him relax without waking him. Walking forward, she crouched in front of him and thought of something her mother used to do to her as a child. She raised her index finger and, starting at his hairline, slowly and gently dragged the tip of her finger down to the end of his nose. She repeated the process until he was fully relaxed.

Feeling satisfied with her work, Cam stood straight and examined him now. He looked so vulnerable, but so at peace. Cam had only been able to see a few people really pull the relaxed sleeper look off perfectly, and Loki was one of them. His hair was untidy, giving the whole scene an almost child-like feel. When sleeping relaxed, Loki really didn't look as harmless as everyone said.

Oh yes, Camellia Stone had heard many a story about the evil Loki Odinson. Mostly told by Steve and Clint, she remembered when they had first carried him in, she'd been scared out of her wits. But she was a doctor in training, dammit, and he was a patient now. He really didn't seem that bad. A little too sarcastic for her tastes, but she could see a sweetness in him. Probably because she just had this natural instinct to immediately recognize whatever speck of good there was in a person, especially people like Loki. The great God of Mischief.

Leaning back against the dresser, Cam started with sad eyes at the sleeping God. She wanted to help him, make him feel not so alone. She realized that he and Tony weren't so different in the fact that they didn't have anyone to truly love. It wasn't fair for either of them. Cam wondered slightly if Loki batted for the other team as Tony did. If so, then she might be able to (successfully this time) play matchmaker with her employer. When Loki began to shift, Cam quickly left the room, walking down the hall. She was getting too emotional, and with this sort of job that's never a good thing. She glanced down at her ring, stopping in the hall to admire it. It's times like this that Cam finds herself incredibly grateful for the life she has. A well paying job, and beautiful and amazing fiancée, and friends that care about her (she hopes). The brunette sighed softly and continued her way until:

"Psst! Camellia!" She glanced to her left to find Thor peeking his head out from around the kitchen doorway, gesturing for her to join him. Arching an eyebrow, she began walking towards the kitchen. As soon as she was close enough, Thor nearly ripped out her arm by grabbing her hand and pulling her in the kitchen. Once she had fixed her probably dislocated shoulder, she looked up at Thor and recognized the twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh no," she said firmly, shaking her head. "I'm not pullin' another prank with ya." His face fell.

"What? Why not?"

"Because ya almost got my fiancée killed the last time!" she hissed. Poor Erin had been in the hospital for weeks after that. She still hasn't come back to the mansion. Cam doesn't want to forgive Thor for it, but who can stay mad at his puppy dog face? While she's usually able to ward off stuff like that, Thor had her wrapped around his finger. The bastard.

"That was completely accidental, you're well aware of that." Cam crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. "Please? I'll never ask for anything ever again, I swear it." She glanced over at him to find that the God of Thunder was on his knees, hands clasped. She growled to herself.

"Fine," she muttered and he leapt to his feet, crushing her in a hug.

"Oh thank you Cami! You will not regret it, I promise. Now," he said, his blue eyes twinkling with delight, "let's make like my brother and cause some mischief."

xxxxOxxxx

He was on a beach, the black waves gently lapping at his bare feet. The darkness ahead just seemed endless, and the cliff to his left loomed like death itself. It was a familiar setting. Behind him was nothing but darkness. No forest or road, just like twenty feet in front of him. He felt a disturbance and looked to his right. Hela was walking toward him, the sand clumping on her feet and the ends of her dress as she walked just along the shoreline. She stopped at his side and for a while they both just stared out at the darkness, letting the waves be the only sound.

"Why Tony Stark?" he finally asked, breaking the silence like a popping bubble. "Of all people, why my enemy?"

"Because he doesn't have to be your enemy, Father," Hela said softly. "And that's who Holmes chose. Maybe he felt the same." Loki tensed at hearing his daughter speak of Holmes so casually, like he wasn't Loki's lost love. She noticed the sudden lock up and looped her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder. Loki still refused to relax. Then, he felt a gentle, comforting warmth brush along his nose. He closed his eyes and the warmth repeated until he finally calmed down. He felt resentful as the warmth drifted away, but then he remembered that this was as close to his daughter embracing him as he was ever going to get.

"Maybe we just want you to be happy." The statement shocked him. He'd never heard something like that come from someone like Hela. Someone so similar to himself. "After all that you've been through, you deserve to be happy and know that you don't have to hate everybody. Tony Stark doesn't have to be your enemy." Then she quietly added, "And neither does Thor." He looked down at his wet, bare feet, sighing through his nose. "Promise me something." She pulled back to look at him. "Promise me that you'll try. That you'll try to be good. I don't like seeing you angry and tense all the time."

"When did you become so sweet?" he asked and she laughed. It sounded like bells. It sounded wonderful.

"You're my Father, and a child never likes seeing their parent angry," she explained in her "logical" voice. "And you have yet to promise." He sighed again.

"Okay. I promise I'll try." She smiled and kissed his cheek. He was silent for a moment. "Did you really reincarnate Watson as Pepper Potts?" Hela giggled.

"Yes. I thought it would be funny."

"And Emilia?"

"No, I've yet to reincarnate her. Camellia is Emilia's genuine descendant." Loki nodded. "Now, you need to be waking up. I sense the presence of another." She smiled knowingly and faded away until there was nothing but a cold feeling beside him. Then, the ground dropped from below him and he opened his eyes.

To say he was surprised to see Tony Stark standing by his bed would be an understatement. He was, for lack of better phrase, fucking shocked.

"Hello," Tony greeted stiffly, wearing a house coat over his bandages.

"Salutations," he returned awkwardly, pulling himself up so that he was sitting against the pillow. "You're feeling better, I hope." He nodded.

"I feel great. A little rest goes a long way." Loki chuckled.

"I completely agree." There was a silence before Loki began to wring his hands. "I really must apologize for my actions earlier. It's an instinct; I had not meant to throw you off the building." Tony laughed at that, making Loki smile sheepishly.

"It's alright. My suit took most of the damage. I just have a few bruised ribs." Loki criss-crossed his long legs so that Tony could plop himself down at the end of the bed. "How are you? I mean, you took a pretty hard fall."

"I feel…better than I believe I should. It must have been the healing stones."

"Yeah, those things work like a charm." Loki nodded in agreement, and soon the awkward silence had settled back over them. "Want to get some coffee?" Loki looked up to see Tony staring curiously at him.

"Uh, sure." He pushed the covers off of him and stood, gripping the dresser to balance himself. It was then that he saw the two donuts sitting on the dresser. "Was this you?" he asked, gesturing to the pastries. Tony followed where he was pointing and shook his head.

"No, that was Cam. She was only able to wrestle two away from Thor." Loki chuckled lightly.

"That sounds like Thor." The pair then walked out of the room. "Where am I, anyhow?"

"My mansion. It's where all of the Avengers stay." Loki nodded mutely, looking around at the ornate decorations. "Because the lazy bums can't find any place else," he heard Tony mumble and couldn't help the quiet chuckle. This was odd. Laughing with who was supposed to be his enemy. But he'd made a promise to Hela, he was going to try and change.

And Loki Odinson never breaks a promise to his daughter.

xxxxOxxxx

"Thor, I 'ave good reason to believe that this is a very, very bad idea," Cam muttered, watching nervously as Thor set up their prank. "I mean, how can ya be sure that it's Steve that'll walk through the door? It could be Clint, or Natasha." Both of them shuddered at the thought of Natasha getting caught in their trap, but Thor still waved a dismissive hand.

"We're going to be fine, Cami, don't worry." Cam huffed, because Thor knows that she hates it when anyone calls her that. Yet she never gets mad at him. Because he'll look like a kicked puppy if she does. And he's a bastard for pulling that on someone like her. An overly-caring, overly-emotional baby. "Come help me." With a sigh, she grabbed the front of her hair and pulled it behind her head. After twisting it into a bun and securing it with a hair clip, Cam shed her jacket and heels and joined Thor on the ladder, reaching up to adjust the bucket of neon pink paint.

"Blimey, talk about a blow to the dignity," she murmured in reference to if it is Steve that gets caught in this.

"No tomfoolery," Thor snorted and Cam rolled her eyes. Ӕsir. Finally, the trick was finished and Thor tossed the ladder aside, admiring his work. Cam had to admit, the trip wire was a pretty smart move on Thor's part. Steve would automatically become suspicious if the kitchen door was closed, because it became a rule after Thor walked through (yes, through) the door one morning that the kitchen door was never to be closed.

Thor's kind of a dunce, in case you haven't noticed.

"Steve! Come to the kitchen quick!" Thor called and elbowed Cam with an eager look. She simply rolled her eyes and began to turn on her heel. Unfortunately, her heel had been placed on a blob of paint that had spilled, and her heart quite literally stopped as she began to fall. She shrieked and grabbed onto the first thing she could find: Thor's arm. This brought both of them crashing onto the ground; right onto the trip wire. Everything happened in slow motion after that. The pair looked up at the can of paint and watched in horror as it toppled over, drenching them in neon pink paint. Cam screamed involuntarily while Thor roared with anger.

There were footsteps and suddenly Loki and Tony were standing in front of them.

"God, I'm never doin' a prank with you again!" Cam suddenly yelled before anyone could laugh, shoving Thor as she got to her feet and stomped through the crowd. Thor was quick to follow, and they could hear the argument from down the hall:

"Oh come now Cami, you know you had fun!"

"Oh yeah, Thor, I 'ad a blast!"

"See! I knew you liked it!"

"That was sarcasm, you mentally deficient TWAT!" A door slammed and then there was silence. Loki turned to find Tony staring at the floor.

"I'm so glad I replaced the carpet with hardwood," he muttered and Loki laughed a little, shaking his head. "Come along, we've still got coffee to drink."

"Is it always like this?" Tony snorted as he began filling the coffee maker.

"No, sometimes it's worse. Pepper's surprised I haven't fired Cam yet."

"Why haven't you?" Tony seemed to think about this for a long time before he shrugged.

"Because although she's young, and inexperienced, she's a good assistant and friend. And she's brutally honest. I mean, any other assistant would tell me what I want to hear. Cam tells me what I need to hear." Tony grinned coyly. "That's why I pay her more than my other employees." Loki feigned shock, going so far as to gasp.

"Tony Stark, you sly dog!" Tony laughed and the pair sat at the smaller table in the room once the coffee finished.

"Yeah, and since she's a lesbian, I don't have to worry about her falling in unrequited love with me." Loki laughed.

"I'm sure she already is. She certainly acts like it." Tony rolled his eyes.

"That's because Cam is one of those loving people. I swear, she's the motherly figure of the Avengers even though she's the youngest of us all." Loki pondered over this fact with a hum, sipping his bitter black coffee.

"She's a lot like her ancestor, Emilia. I knew the woman personally." Tony raised his eyebrows. "You forget I've lived longer than most of the people in this room. Except Thor. Cam is definitely Emilia's descendant. I've never met someone to similar to their ancestor in my life." Tony nodded mutely, taking a sip of his coffee. Loki found it hard to look at him; his resemblance to Holmes was almost too much to bear. He just wanted to grab Tony's face and kiss him so hard that they'd knock teeth.

But that would be very, very weird.

Besides, it's already been confirmed that Tony is nothing like Holmes personality-wise. He's probably the most expressive man Loki has yet to meet (Thor doesn't count), while Sherlock was basically a robot. Loki knew he would have to adjust to Tony. Because while they look and sound similar, Tony Stark and Sherlock Holmes are absolutely, positively nothing alike.

And whether that's a good thing or not, Loki's yet to decide.

Ohhhhh SNAP! Hehe, hope this was to y'all's liking!

Coming up: Cam brings a visitor to the mansion and two of the Avengers get into a fight. Whether it's serious or playful, I've yet to decide.

When I wrote "He felt a disturbance" in the beginning of the second part, I almost added "in the force" after it. Because I'm a total nerd.

I love feedback! Especially if I'm writing something wrong, or if I need to improve my grammar (I tend to write run-ons and fragments, in case you haven't noticed), or if you just liked the chapter. You know, something. Flames are a'ight, but won't be read. They're used to burn my Twilight books.

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