A/N: Whew, I'm finally back guys! I'm terribly sorry for the super long wait, but I had no time to write at all. :( I'm back on schedule now, so without further adieu, here you go!

A shadow falls across the pile right in front of him and Loki looks up. Tony stands in the doorway, a smirk on his face as he surveys the mess around the god. Loki looks back with a blank face, his eyes slightly wider than usual, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect from Tony. Hopefully not anger at his failed attempt to complete the chore. At least there was an attempt, right?

Without a word Tony turns around and walks away, leaving Loki staring at the empty doorway, his heart pounding. The god scrambles around trying to fix the multiple piles of clothes surrounding him while keeping an eye on the door in case Tony shows up again. After nothing happens Loki relaxes and simply sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by clothes.

Ten minutes later Loki is still sitting in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. Tony hasn't in fact come back, and after fixing up the piles Loki just sat there, waiting for...something. Just the fact that Tony ignored Loki is strange. Yes Tony generally tries to ignore the god and pretend he isn't there, but not when it comes to chores.

Two ideas weave themselves into existence in Loki's mind. Either Tony will come back furious or he really doesn't care at all. Of course after what happened yesterday, there is no way Tony won't care about Loki's inability to compete a simple task, assigned to him for the second time. But as the minutes tick by, the god can't help but hope that Tony in fact won't punish him.

"Loki, come here."

Loki's heart drops down to his stomach. So Tony is in fact displeased, to say the least. Reluctantly the god gets up, knowing full well it's a bad idea to keep Tony waiting, but being unable to help himself. He makes his way to the doorway separating the closet from the rest of Tony's bedroom and stops, afraid to cross the threshold.

Maybe he should apologize. That could certainly make the punishment lesser. Masters in Asgard didn't care for excuses, however, an apology would at least make Loki seem remorseful and show that he understood the task hasn't been completed properly.

In the end the god decides against it. He's deprecated enough already, no need to give Tony yet another reason to belittle him further. So he simply stands quietly in the doorway, waiting for whatever Tony has in store for him.

"Come here, sit."

Loki's knees almost give way as he looks at Tony gesturing to the bed. Slaves in Asgard were never asked to sit down when their master talked to them, especially not on the same furniture. They were never asked to sit down, period. Except for special occasions...

He couldn't possibly...No...I didn't complete what was asked of me, there would be no reason...

After a moment of silence Tony gestures to the god again.

"Come on, I'm not going to bite."

Loki's fists clench as he wills his knees not to bend and his legs to move him forward. Slowly he walks over to the bed and sits on the very edge of it - as far as possible from Tony without falling off.

The inventor shoots Loki a slightly puzzled look, but doesn't comment. Instead Tony starts taking off his jacket and shirt. Once Loki realizes what the inventor is doing the god jerks back, fists clenching the fabric of the bed beneath him.

Tony pauses and looks at Loki with a bewildered expression.

"You okay man? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Desperately trying to control his breathing Loki swallows heavily and gives Tony a slight nod.

Still confused, Tony shrugs and proceeds to take off his shirt.

"Alright, this is how you do it." The inventor takes his shirt and spreads it out on the bed beside him. Loki looks over, a look of confusion spread all over his face.

"What? What use are you to me if you can't even fold a shirt?" Tony looks up at the god to make sure he's watching and starts folding the shirt lying between them. "Yeah I know it's weird. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and he knows how to fold shirts. Well you see, my dad was rather fond of me knowing how to do everything...and I mean everything. I swear sometimes I felt like a house maid with the things he made me do. And there you go." Tony places the now folded shirt in front of Loki.

The god looks at it for a moment before taking it and unfolding it. Without a word he begins repeating the actions Tony went through. Once he's finished what lies on the bed is a heap of cloth, barely passable as folding.

Tony huffs out a little laugh. "Well it takes time, but you're getting there. Luckily you have all that stuff in my closet to practice on." With a wave in the general direction of the closet Tony gets up and heads out of the room. Probably to get a drink or work in his lab.

Loki gets up and heads for the closet again, his body unable to move fast enough to satisfy his need to leave the room. The back of his mind is still playing out the different scenarios which could have happened, but luckily didn't. If he could help himself, he'd rather never set foot in Tony's room ever again.

Loki spent the rest of the day folding and re-folding Tony's shirts until everything was folded properly and sorted into piles. Tony came to get him for dinner late at night and Loki was more than happy to leave the stuffy room. He's had enough of Tony's shirts for a lifetime.

The next morning Loki wakes up at 10 AM. He can't even remember the last time he got to sleep in this late.

That privilege left him when he was just a child. Back then he had no duties and all the time in the world to himself. But as his teenage years approached, Loki found a hobby. Waking up early meant he had time to do a little mischief around the palace. To the god, it became routine waking up before the sun was up and sneaking around.

As he grew older, certain duties and obligations hung themselves on his shoulders. His days of little pranks and jokes were over, as he was inclined to perform the duties which came with being a Prince of Asgard. On top of that, Loki had started scheming plans to ruin Thor's reputation or get himself to the throne. All in all, Loki no longer had free time, and definitely no time to sleep and lounge around in his bed. And here on Midgard, JARVIs usually woke him up at Tony's request.

After taking a shower- a privilege he is glad to have – Loki sits on the bed and waits for Tony to call him for breakfast. 10 minutes later Loki is still sitting on the bed, not a word heard from JARVIS or Tony.

After what happened yesterday it's not surprising. Tony, of course, has no reason to feed Loki breakfast. In Asgard, no slave would go unpunished for failing to complete the task assigned, or miserably failing at doing so in Loki's case. No matter how nice Tony had acted about the situation, there's no doubt he was still unhappy about Loki's failure.

An hour later the god is still sitting on his bed waiting for…something. Multiple times Loki had contemplated asking JARVIS about the whole situation. The AI was sure to know what Tony's intentions were, or at least what was happening. Yet every time Loki decided against it. JARVIS was rather close with Tony, in a strange kind of way. They understood each other like no one else could; JARVIS was like a computerized part of Tony. And surely the inventor wouldn't take kindly to Loki talking with JARVIS.

Not that the god cared much for what Tony wanted, but if he was already displeased about yesterday, there was no need to pour oil into the fire. If Loki had a chance to avoid a pissed off Tony, he would most certainly use it to his advantage.

Eventually Loki gave in to his curiosity. It wasn't so much that he wanted to know where Tony was, but talking to the AI itself. Asgard never had any kind of invention even similar to JARVIS, and Loki being a fan of magic and complicated things was really curious about how it worked.

"…JARVIS…where is Tony Stark at the moment?" Holding his breath, Loki half expected Tony to bust into the room and yell at him or the AI not to reply at all. But JARVIS simply replied in that polite yet authoritarian voice.

"Mr. Stark is currently in his workshop."

"What is he doing there?"

"Mr. Stark is currently passed out, as he had stayed up late last night drinking."

Sighing, Loki leans back against the wall and waits. His mind wanders between distant memories of childhood and Asgard and his current situation. Never would he have expected to end up in a situation like this. After sulking for a while he takes off his shirt and begins folding and unfolding it, mind still drifting in and out of memory lane.

A/N: This kind of seems like a filler chapter, but the point of it will come up later, so it's actually kind of important. Sorry if I repeat "slaves in Asgard" a lot, but there's a reason behind it. Bear with me, everything will become clear eventually. :)

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