Needless to say, some people aren't happy to be woken up at stupid O'clock by two idiots blaring Party Hard by Andrew.W.K as loud as they can. Although most of those people were a safe distance away so only one of them had to suffer us as Tony and I- tipsy, bordering on drunk- tried to play poker, failing miserable.

I didn't even notice Loki come into the room, currently arguing with Tony about why aces were higher than kings and trying to figure out with my clouded mind whether my hand was better than his.

"The ace is higher than the king because they say so," Tony said, slurring slightly.

"Well who decided they were so great?" I countered, rubbing at my eyes. "The king is like… is like… the ruler! Ace is just some dumb idiot who thinks he's great."

"But you don't have to be the ruler to be the best! If you make awesome things for people then you can be better," proclaimed the playboy, taking another sip before realising his glass was empty.

"You mean like your ugly tower?" I asked with a giggle, then noticing Loki standing in the doorway looking extremely annoyed- not that I cared at that moment. "Hi Lokitty!"

Tony and I burst out laughing as the Trickster's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Aren't you two mature," he said sarcastically, walking over. "You keep a dangerous criminal in your tower and yet you get yourselves drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I have a speech impediment," I countered, getting to my feet and stumbling a little. "And an inner ear infection."

"You're drunk and I aught to kill you now for it," replied Loki with a sigh, watching Tony in disdain as the playboy attempted to go over to the bar and get himself another drink, unable to walk in a straight line. "And turn that music down."

"You aren't my mother," I protested, just as the music lowered itself to a more bearable volume. "Are you magic?"

Loki looked like he was seriously considering killing me, but I couldn't care less and just giggle again, poking him on the nose.

"You're cute when you're angry," I said. He pushed my hand away; I pouted childishly and went to fill up my own glass. Loki just grabbed my arm and took the glass from me.

"If I'm going to have to suffer your company," he began, placing it out of my reach. "Then I should rather you were sober."

"I'm not drunk," I said huffily, then wrapped my arms around his shoulders as Into the Night began to play. "Let's dance!"

"Yes, not drunk at all," said the god sarcastically, but nonetheless wrapped his arms around my waist as we began to slow dance- not to the right song but to me it seemed perfect. "Why don't you tell me a little more about the plan?"

"What plan?" I asked, confused, Tony busy doing god knows what in the corner.

"The plan to stop the Chitauri," the Trickster said patiently. "What were you going to do with me afterwards?"

"I dunno," I replied with a shrug. "Probably give you back to Thor."

"Well that I knew," the god said in irritation.

"Then why did you ask silly?" I giggled again. "You're very stupid sometimes."

That didn't go down well, and Loki seemed to be having some sort of internal battle about whether or not to make me pay for that comment. Finally, he managed to form a forced smile on his face and his grip loosened.

"Do you want me to go back?" he asked.

"Go back where?" I asked, puzzled once more. "To your room?"

"Yes, to my room," he said sarcastically, hands clawing into to my back as he probably imagined killing me.

"Can I come?" I asked, smirking at him in a way that made him respond with disgust. "No need to act that way."

"I should be telling you that," he hissed, then regained his composure. "I meant that would you want me to be taken back to Asgard?"

"Well you have been naughty," I replied with a giggle. "You've got to be punished."

"But what if I changed-" He scowled at me as I burst out laughing, thinking of The South Park and Hussein's song. I began singing it rather off key, and I heard Tony singing along as well- who knew he watched it?

"Shut up," snapped the Trickster, and I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

"Make me," I retorted.

He shoved me away with a snarl, then grabbed hold of my top as he pulled me back again.

"Do not think that I am unwilling to hurt you because I will kill you if you continue with this pathetic and idiotic behaviour," he hissed, then let go of me as he stalked off.

"Huh?"

He stopped suddenly, his hand twitching slightly and warning me even through my intoxicated state that I should run. But before my brain could remember how to do that Loki had come back over, leaning close to me as he snarled at me.

"Are you really that intoxicated that you can't even understand that simple sentence?" he asked, glaring at me. "You mortals are so pathetic!"

"No we're not," I countered, stumbling backwards slightly as I backed out of his way. "You can't hate us like that."

"Why not?"

I furrowed my brow in thought, trying to clear some of the haze and find a decent answer to tell Loki.

"I'm waiting," he said, smirking slightly as he saw me unable to answer.

"One more song," I said, and his smirk changed to a frown.

"What?"

"I can't answer just yet," I pointed out. "I need more time to think- one more song."

He looked like he was about to answer when there the door that led into the nearby bathroom opened and a swarm of Chitauri came out, pointing their weapons at us.

Or me rather, Loki had disappeared quite suddenly and Tony had gone off saying he needed an umbrella.

"Oh crap," I said, realising I was all alone.

A/N: Just me. :P Wondering if this story has gone bad- I have gotten less reviews on than normal for the last two chapters and wondered if I needed to improve on something. Feel free to tell me if the story is crap- can't say I'll like that but at least I'll know. ;)