CHAPTER 7
We all sharply looked up, to find a tall, thin man leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. a smirk playing in his lips, his raven black hair blowing softly in the wind and his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Loki Laufeyson.
"Hey Loks" i said cheerfully and the gods expression darkened, "Stark". "You dropped this" I said, tossing him the knife. He caught in easily on the handle, barely moving an inch. Slowly he turned it around in his hand, watching as my blood ran down the silver blade, before looking back up at me, "how longs it been? 3 years?". "2 and 7 months" i corrected and he smirked, "it's been too long". "It has" I agreed, "but i was hoping to meet on... Better terms". "An eye for an eye Stark. Isn't that how ye mortals say it? You hit me, I hit you, you stab me, i stab you" he replied. "You stabbed my brother?" Thor asked and Loki and I turned to him, speaking at the same time, "it's complicated". "Ok that's just freaky" Clint muttered but we ignored him. "So, I take it your here to full fill your promise?" I asked and he nodded, "I may be the God Of Lies but I always keep my word".
"Couldn't you break it, just this once, for me? Pleaseeeee?" I asked and he laughed slightly, "I'm afraid not Stark". A split second later, he had an arm across my shoulders, pinning me to a wall, and the same knife at my throat, "I've had my fun. Now it's time to complete your side of the bargain". "...what's he talking about?" Natasha asked quietly. No. No, she wasn't going to have to see this. I wouldn't let her. "At least let them go. They shouldn't have to see this" I said quietly and the God laughed, "you failed to mention that in your side of the bargain. So they stay". "Stark, what's he talking about?" Steve asked and Loki smirked, half turning his head to them, "You didn't tell them Stark? How very awful of you". "I didn't want them to start planning my funeral so early. You didn't make it part of the bargain" I replied and I could feel the Avengers confused gazes on me. "What bargain?" Clint asked and Loki turned back to me, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "You really didn't tell anyone did you?". "
"What. The. Fuck. Are. Ye. Talking. About?" Natasha asked, her hand reaching for the gun in her belt. "We're talking about certain... Deal... That Stark and I made all those months back. His bargain was for me to leave him alone until Fury found him innocent". "And your side?" she asked and the God laughed, "my sides quiet simply really. I just want to kill him".
The others were silent after that. I was going to die. I knew it, they knew it, and Loki knew it. Everyone knew it. It was a fact. And strangely enough, in was ok with it. "The tip of this knife Stark, is poisoned" he explained, his green eyes sparkling, "So whether you die or somehow survive the painful injuries I'm about to inflict on you, you'll be dead within two hours anyway. So don't think you're getting off scots free". "Ok" I replied shrugging and he looked at me weirdly, "ok? That's all you can say? Your about to die a horrible pain filled death and all you can say is 'ok'?". I grinned at him, "but I'm not about to die".
