Because I have a whole day and nothing better to do…
Apart from homework, which I don't want to do…
LUCKY FOR YOU I FEEL LIKE WRITING INSTEAD OF PLAYING PORTAL 2 (that may or may not be because I'm stuck)
Giz me music and a laptop and I'll write for life
Letz goooooo
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Much like texta on a wall, every time Steve tried to paint over Loki's graffiti on his shield, it would show through just as strong. It made him incessantly mad and he had not set a step outside of his quarters at HQ for many days. Thor said he was lucky Loki decided to leave it so small and inconspicuous.
In other news, Loki had made Tony say he was hot.
Between the signing of the shield and now, Loki had made one visit to a brooding Tony Stark. Be mindful that this brooding Tony Stark just so happened to also be holding a bottle in his hand with various others scattered around at his feet.
And just as he decided he'd take another sip, well; gulp, Loki appeared. Tony was seated on the ground, back and head supported by the cupboard behind him in the garage/workshop/current drinking grounds. He hated everything, whether it was because it was what he was actually feeling or a drunken fuelled rage he didn't know anymore. All he knew is that he hadn't drunk enough and that he was too lazy to get up to retrieve more alcohol. For now. He would later when things came flooding back and the memories of caves and dirt wouldn't leave him. Which would be pretty soon, he guessed, watching as the things in front of him started to form an unpleasant image before returning back to his actual environment.
He remembers feeling shit-tastic as he lay there in the stupor, considering his chances of being able to burrow himself into the concrete ground and just lay there forever. He also remembers how those emotions began to tilt sideways when his most favourite person appeared out of no-where mid walk in the middle of the room. He was only his favourite person because right now he was hating on the others due to the argument; something about funding and public image – pfft no.
The man – well, he was hardly a man – the god in front of him wore a tight lipped smile as he practically slid across the floor in elegance. It seemed nice to see the god, which meant, yeah he had drunk enough for his feelings to take over his rational mind, which was great really, if he wanted to make a fool out of himself.
"Heeey, man- no wait, God" he called from the floor. Loki, in response, tilted his head and gave him a somewhat sideways look, mouth pulling into something more amused than something smug. He waved his glass as the god crossed the final space between them.
"Anthony," he sounded, crouching down before the figure on the floor, forearms hanging on his knees, one hand holding a sceptre, the other falling loosely. He was wearing his normal armour, minus the helmet, bright green eyes alert to his surroundings. His hair looked soft and fell just so around his face. "You are inebriated." He raised his brows slightly, lips continuing to tweak upwards in a barely supressed grin.
"And you are hot." Tony cried out, happy grin plastered on his face sloppily, bottle pointing towards the god in indication. Did he just say that? He didn't did he? Loki's brows rose more, lips pursing together to stop from breaking into a laugh.
"Definitely drunk." The god spoke, clapping his leg twice as if in reassurance. Loki's eyes left his own to scan around the workshop. No-one was here, Tony knew, because he'd locked the place down an hour ago.
"Definitely true." He continued to dig himself into this hole. Loki's eyes snapped back to his, something like uncertainty dancing behind them.
"What are you doing?" Loki asks him, moving one of his feet for comfort, yet still remaining in the crouch.
"Telling you what I'm thinking." He smiling like it's the greatest idea in the world, yet that tiny little part of his brain still thinking coherently is telling him otherwise.
"You do realise that I'm playing you." He asks
"But you said you love me," he puts on the greatest pout he can, clearly fake and not very good if Loki's answering face is anything to go by.
"You know that was a play, you have seen its effects in action."
"Doesn't mean I don't think you're hot," and he's still smiling like a fool, he should probably stop, but his alcohol muddled mind thinks this is the best way to go about things and it won't be persuaded. The quick duck of Loki's head as a soft blush spreads across his cheeks is enough to make him want to say it again. The gods still smiling so he probably hasn't done anything too wrong yet.
"You are an odd human Stark," he says as he turns and leans against the cupboard next to him, "Saying such things to a monster without a heart." The smile on his face makes him want to run, filled with sadness and hate as it is, but he's still too lazy to move.
"But you care, so you have to have a heart." His drunken logic prevails, making him seem foolish.
"You have seen me care?" it's a challenge – prove to me I have a heart – although he probably expects Tony to lose. Well he's got another thing coming.
"On the bike you cared." He spoke, letting his head fall back against the cupboard and roll to face the other.
"I did not care." He crooks his head nonchalantly.
"You did! Your hand was shaking and you were all, what's that word, uh… starts with an 'a', maybe an 'n'" he prompted, waving a hand as he searched, the god looking on indifferently, "Whatever, I'm going to say worried instead – you were worried."
"Would you not be with a legion of hellions running at you?"
"No, you cared. You might not think so, but you did, otherwise you wouldn't have saved me in the first place." He knew he'd struck some kind of nerve with the way the gods jaw clenched, working itself as he stared holes into the floor.
"You are mistaken," his voice is low and nowhere near as carefree as before, still watching the ground.
"Am I?" perhaps he was too bold, what with a god next to him and no way to protect himself.
"You don't know what you are getting into." He warns, fists clenching
"There you go caring again, making sure I don't get into trouble. And what about when you tried to do everything you could not to get me to fall on the ground. Thor tells us of when he almost got you to stop-" he starts counting things on his fingers before he's interrupted
"Fine!" Loki's eyes snap to meet his, and all he can see is the pain twisted in the features, "Fine I care!" his eyes shine with wetness and Tony's still trying to figure out why he's not dead, "I care, and it's stupid, because I try, I really do, but I am what I am, and nothing can stop that! Every time I try. Because I'm an idiot and I can't get the hint that there is no need for a god of chaos, apart from something for everyone to hate – a collective enemy." His voice is softening, pain lacing the words, "I hate it. I wish I didn't have a heart, that way I could survive this existence peacefully." His face is downturned now, lips snarled, "Never let it be said that the god of chaos doesn't care; for he cares far too much to be healthy." He's looking at his hands like he wants them to explode into flames, wants them to fall apart so he never has to touch anything again.
"So what it's not healthy," he tries softly, "It's what makes you right."
"I am not 'right', Stark; I am a god sitting on your basement floor unloading everything into a gigantic mess you should not be a part of. I try to gain the approval of your public by giving gifts and letting them swarm me; it is pathetic and futile. I cannot live here after what I had to do; your people hate me for it."
"I have a fair amount of mess too." He ignores the second half, maybe they'll get back to it later.
"Yes, but you have your team; and while you may be mad at them, it is more than I have."
"You have Thor." He tries, because the guy is really sad and hey, maybe it's the philanthropist in him coming out.
"He does not deign to talk to me for fear of how your team would react." He spits out the sentence with hate, head lifting and tilting back to rest against the cupboard, looking to the roof.
"Well," he begins, knowing what he's about to say is incredibly stupid; "You have me." The god lets out a chuckle, eyes sliding over to meet his.
"But you are drunk," he lets his trepidation be known, "You could care less; I am your enemy and I am sure our conversation will be the cause of your amusement for some time to come. Even more so if you ever manage to capture me."
"Nah." Tony sighs out, "Besides, your too hot to go in a cell; how would I get to you then?" Loki's averting his eyes again and the pink is beginning to ripple along his cheeks. Excellent. "Awww, now you're just cute." He smiles as Loki look back to him and shoves his arm. He takes another sip, how is this bottle not empty yet?
"I am not cute." He puts on his best defiant face.
"Alright then, pretty." Tony receives a look, "Fine, fine. Look at all your cares now. Now, give us a kiss." He smiles cockily
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Why not?" he moans, watching as the liquid in his bottle rises to the top again, "Hey, are you trying to get me drunk?" he points to the offending bottle.
"You already were drunk."
"Trying to take advantage of me?"
"Stop talking Anthony." His voice is firm this time, no argument available.
"Why?"
"I believe your teammates heard part of our conversation throughout your corridors, they are heading down here now."
"Well you were pretty loud yelling at me, and how can you tell, got magical cameras everywhere?" he tries to raise himself to his feet, only to be held down by a firm hand on his chest.
"I am sorry for my volume, but I can hear the elevator now." He says, and as if on cue, the doors slide open to reveal the avengers co-hort. They all look worried, but on looking through the reinforced glass walls and observing the scene, Steve becomes infuriated and Clint becomes, he's not sure, but he thinks he sees Clint relax.
Tony laughs as Steve begins talking, but he can't hear what's being said because the com isn't on and nothing gets through those doors when they're closed. It's amusing to watch as Steve realises the problem and walks to the transmitter, holding in the button before repeating the demand. "Loki, get away from Tony right now or else." He is seething, vein in his head pumping, and Tony, in his drunkenness finds it amusing, giggling as Loki responds.
"Sorry, I'm all out of fucks to be given." Face projecting a smug challenge.
"You're going to get me in trouble," he told Loki
"It is me you're dealing with. And I wouldn't be myself if there wasn't trouble." He gave a toothy grin, for who he wasn't sure.
"LOKI." Steve ground out, placing his shield by the door, getting ready to punch through the glass.
"Alright, alright," the god acquiesced, pushing onto his knees. He rested a hand against Tony's shoulder, "What is it with your team and always interrupting our quality time?" he asked in mock exasperation, tapping the shoulder before standing. Who knew Loki was such a touchy guy, constantly tapping him. He bent down to pick up his staff. "Not to worry, I'm sure there's some media event I can head to." He smiled as he walked away, dissipating into thin air.
After a lengthy pause in which everyone stared at the spot where Loki had disappeared, Tony decided to speak up, "Last time he told me he was going to a media event, he actually was, so, maybe you should, y'know, figure that shit out." He mumbled as he pulled himself up from the floor, the others still unable to reach him. "JARVIS, open the doors"
"Of course, Sir."
"And find out what channel Loki's on." Steve input, stalking forward and wrenching Tony up and over to a seat, dropping him ceremonially into it.
"That would be all of them, Mr Rogers."
"What do you mean; all of them?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What, you think that if Loki wants to say something the reporters won't get it?" Tony asked, "They would get paid a butt-load for a few seconds of Loki on screen. JARVIS, pull up the live feeds."
Multiple screens descended and came to life, images of Loki from all sides and all in complete sync with one another. Whatever Loki had gone to start, it had already begun; they only caught the tail end of one of the reporters' questions; "… America?"
"Oh yes, he even let me sign his shield, see." He held up the vibranium object for the cameras, finger pointing daintily to the unwashable words. Steve spun around quickly and clenched his hands into hard fists as he saw that his shield was no longer by the door. "He does get rather angry when I spend time with Tony though," he said, brow furrowing for a moment in mock confusion, "Perhaps he is jealous." His face split with a huge grin. Tony could hear Steve breathing out his nose trying to calm himself, while Clint was really trying his hardest not to laugh. He turned to the archer and gave him a smile and a wink, to which he replied with a thumbs-up. Approved.
"You hang out with Tony Stark?" asked another reporter, and Loki turned his head to face her. The shield in his hand disappeared in a burst of green flame as he flattened out his coat.
"Of course, I saved his life; that does tend to bring people closer."
"So you didn't bring about the invasion last week?" he chuckled, although Tony could see how the lack of trust sat with him.
"No, I did promise to sound music at my next event, did I not? Anything between now and the date you hear the song will be but a whim, nothing more."
"How does the rest of the team feel about your relations with Tony Stark or the Captain?"
"I presume they have many unsupported theories, however I cannot divulge what they are, for I know not what they are. But as for my time spent with Tony, I would say that the Captains reactions are less than positive. Dare I say it; he may be the grouchiest Avenger." He raised his eyebrows to Clint, who in turn gave an appropriately scandalised response.
"Really?" the woman asked again
"Indeed" he said with wide eyes, like he was conspiring with them, "It's madness; I've yet to meet someone else so opposed to conversation. Although, that may change if the director ever hears this." He looked directly at the camera, tapping one finger to the side of his head before pointing it down the barrel of it.
"What will you do if he stops your visitations?"
"You mean when, my dear. I am surprised it has not happened yet, but, as my brother can attest, I do what I want. That is unless, of course, my duty gets in the way, but hey, you win some you lose some."
"LOKI!" everyone on screen turned to the noise, Loki looking perhaps shocked as his form spun to face the caller of his name. Cameras zoomed out to show Captain America standing down the street, decked out in full uniform. The other looked around the garage; none of them had noticed he left.
"If you'll excuse me a moment." Loki spoke politely, giving a sort-of-bow as he stepped back and away from the people. Walking over to Steve, the remainder of the avengers were left to try and interpret their conversation through their body movements. Loki looked like he was being a complete gentleman, but that was probably his intention, whilst Steve just let out string after string of yelled words.
It's sudden when it happens; Loki holds up a hand to silence Steve, and whatever his face looked like, it did the job. The super-soldier shut-up and watched as Loki turned his head slowly, eyes flicking across the city scape. Steve went to speak again, but Loki clamped a hand over his mouth, the other clasping his uniform, eyes still creeping over the buildings surrounding them. It was eerily quiet as people watched the scene unfold, so quiet that when Loki spoke there was not enough interference to block the sound and they heard the words clear as day; "The fuck is going on?" He pulled in closer to Steve; "Clear the streets."
Loki looked around again before stepping forward and disappearing into the ether.
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So yeah, I set out to write something completely different this chapter, but then this happened, so you'll see what I wanted to happen next chapter.
Again, I am just writing this to avoid actually doing things
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