Somehow he had managed it. It took weeks, but he had managed his request.
Loki walked into his new room and took a long look around at the bed, window, small dresser, and the door that led to his own personal bathroom.
"Well?" Tony asked waiting in the doorway.
"Perfect." Loki said simply sitting down at the foot of his bed looking out the window and at the other building surrounding them.
"There's clothes in the dresser, and I put some cosmetics in the bathroom. Shampoo and stuff, no makeup."
Loki arched a brow turning his attention to Tony, "Makeup?"
"Well when Nat moved in she said I 'had to shop for her makeup because that's how you get to know a woman better'. But honestly, since these freaks moved in I've had no women over." He laughed crossing his arms across his chest.
"I see," Loki said looking out the window again. "The view is nice."
"Yeah, all the rooms have nice views. That's how I designed the place, afterall."
Loki was quiet. He didn't say much, nor move much, he just sat and stared out the window.
"Well, I'll be back in a while," Tony said getting ready to leave.
"You don't have to go. I'm just enjoying my freedom." Loki said. "And since none of the Avengers are talking to you, you might as well keep me company,"
Tony felt his stomach drop, "That was a little harsh."
"Truth hurts, doesn't it?"
Tony smiled, "I'll visit later," and he left closing the door softly and walked down to his own room.
It wasn't all of the Avengers ignoring him, it was just Steve and Clint. Bruce was always quiet, he usually kept to himself despite everything. Natasha was always secretive too, she never said anything unless asked directly. And Thor talked to everyone despite what they'd done in the past, even to Loki, who Tony was realizing their often visits.
Those were valid reasons, right?
Loki laid down on his soft bed and curled up with the pillow, burying his face into it. It had seemed like an eternity that he had to sleep on that stiff bench; his back was aching, his neck was murder, and his legs felt cramped. But now he got to stretch out of the 'Tempurpedic Mattress', as Tony had called it, and found sleep was soon his ally.
Not far into his sleep he was jarred awake by his door opening and closing loudly. He looked up, still getting used to the fact that he was no longer in a cage, and found Thor. "I didn't mean to wake you, brother," he said sitting at the end of the bed.
"You're quite loud," Loki stated closing his eyes again.
"I am sorry," he said smirking a little.
"What brings you here, this fine afternoon?" Loki asked sighing.
"Cannot I not come to see my brother?" Thor asked a little disappointed.
Loki smiled into his pillow, "If that's what you wish."
"Have you really turned good? Have you repented your old ways?"
"Oh yes, brother," he opened his eyes, "I've seen the light now, rainbows and unicorns have filled my mind with glorious…purpose."
"You mock me, brother,"
"When do I not?"
"This is true," they both smiled. "But…have you gotten better?"
"In my eyes, I have,"
"That does not answer my question." Thor looked a little frustrated. "You were always mischievous, but you never wanted to kill anyone."
Loki frowned, "You do not know what I want,"
"You wish to kill hundreds of innocent lives?"
Loki didn't answer but instead brought a smile back to his face, "You must trust me. If Fury believes I have…repented, as you say, then you must trust his, Tony's, and my actions that this is…for the best,"
"There has never been a day that I don't trust you, Loki, but what I am concerned about is the health of my friends. If you dare hurt them I will have to step in,"
"What do you think of Tony Stark?"
"He is my friend."
"Even though your other two friends ignore him?"
"They have their reasons – reasons I know not of – but he is my friend and I will always stay by his side,"
"What if I told you I'd given him my powers?"
Thor looked cross. He stood up and stared hard at his brother, "Why would you-"
"It was only a theoretical question, that's all,"
"If that's all it is…then I would ask why. You were stripped of your powers a month ago. I do not see how that would be possible, anyways."
"Yet, you go cross by the very idea of it." Loki pushes himself under the comforter ready for a long nap.
"Our powers are not meant for mortals, brother, they'll kill any human. Not immediately, but overtime. Did you not pay attention in school when we were younger?" Thor asked now concerned.
"I said it was theoretical, did I not?" Loki asked forcing a smile. His insides churned.
"Yes…you did. But now I worry. Why would you think of something like that? Give it two months time and he'd be dead."
"Another theoretical question," Loki poked, "Is it reversible?"
Thor's brows furrowed now understanding, "Loki…what have you done?" he was whispering now.
"Damn."
"If Tony dies…"
"He's your friend, I know. Now will you get out? I'm tired," he faked a yawn and buried his face deep into his sheets.
Thor was without words; he was confused and now understood Steve and Clint's actions, but they didn't know the consequences of Loki's doing. They didn't know Tony was going to die.
He now realized he had to change their way of looking at Tony and befriend him once again. When Tony dies, they'll blame themselves. Thor couldn't have them doing that.
