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Tony's P.O.V
Clint fired an arrow at Loki before any of them could stop them. The God of Mischief dodged it easily though with a smile plastered on his face, as if he had predicted the shot. Tony figured the god probably had. Loki wasn't an idiot, he would know Clint wanted to kill him.
"Barton! Stand down!" Fury shouted right in Tony's ear making him wince.
"Yes, stand down like a good little soldier." Loki said mockingly. Clint's grip on his bow tightened even more and Tony could see the veins pop out on Barton's arm. "We wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we? After all, you didn't do very good up against me last time did you?" Loki asked cruelly.
Clint reached for another arrow but Natasha grabbed his arm and held it behind his back, pushing upwards so that the arm threatened to dislocate. She gave Clint an apologetic but threatening look when he seemed ready to throw her off. Loki laughed again and Clint's eyes snapped to him. Tony thought that if looks could kill Loki would be dead as a doornail by now.
"Brother please, stop this madness." Thor begged his brother, stepping in before anymore could be said to enrage Clint. "Doing this will only lengthen your punishment. Return home to your cell and perhaps I can convince father to not punish you further." He told Loki.
Loki rolled his eyes but seemed irritated. "Do not call me your brother, Thor. I am not your brother and Odin is not my father." The God of Mischief said. Thor was clearly hurt by that stament because he winced as if he'd been slapped. "Also, I highly doubt you could calm Odin down in one of his rages." Loki added as an afterthought.
"You know what I was just thinking." Tony said suddenly, making everyone look at him while he stared at Loki. He was basically just trying to move everything along because if Thor and Loki kept talking they'd never stop. "We beat Loki before right? Just the Avengers that time but now we have five more people on our side. So why is Loki still acting like he can beat us when we freaking annihilated him last time?" Tony asked no one in particular, staring at Loki with his eyebrows raised in what might have looked like curiosity.
Loki grinned at him in a way that made Tony sick. "Oh that's because I know this will not be like last time. This time I will not fail." The God of Mischief said. Everyone glared at him suspiciously, wondering what his plan was. "You see, I planned this little encounter out. I figured the whole team would come here and leave something behind that you cared about. I decided to prove to you my genius and how much my magic has grown while I was trapped in that prison." Loki told them. His eyes met Thor's for a second who was starting to look horrified but then he locked his eyes on Tony's. The billionaire forced his face to look calm while the god smiled. "Jane Foster is entertaining enough but there are others much more fun. The women in your house really are a delight Stark. I must say, the younger one looks and acts a lot like you."
Tony's heart skipped a beat before it began hammering in his chest. "Touch them and I swear I will kill you." He growled out.
Loki grinned at him. "I'd love to see you try." He said.
Tony's face mask slammed back into place, covering his enraged expression. Before anyone could stop him he flew at Loki, intent on killing him. When he went right through the God of Mischief Tony nearly had another heart attack. This wasn't the real Loki. The real Loki was either with Jane Foster or at his house and Tony had a terrible feeling the God of Mischief hated him a bit more than his brother now. Tony didn't look back at the Avengers or even think twice before flying off, heading straight for his house.
Gypsy's P.O.V
I let out a slightly disbelieving chuckle. "You're Loki?" I asked in confirmation. The man nodded and I smiled, looking at him like he was one of Bruce's extremely interesting science experiments. "Stark didn't describe you to me so I am sorry for not recognizing you. Truth to tell though I didn't expect the God of Mischief to be so…" I pretended to search for the word as my eyes drifted over Loki's body. The past had taught me that guys really liked it when you looked at their body.
Loki looked at me, smirking with amusement while looking mildly interested. "So…what?" He asked playfully.
"So subtlety terrifying." I finished. Loki looked at me in interested confusion now, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at me. I let out a tiny laugh that sounded a little awkward but mostly amused. "See when I pictured the guy who tried to take over the world I pictured a big beefy guy ready to kill anyone who got in his way with his bare hands." I admitted, slowly walking around the couch and leaned against the back of it. Loki looked slightly offended now so I decided to speed up my little game. "But you are skinnier than I pictured though clearly with muscle. You aren't a brute because what brute would dress like that? You are deeply attractive, have a taunting alluring quality to you, and you seem so laidback. Easy going aloof people intimidate others. Not to mention you just radiate inner power while a beefy guy only seems tough on the outside." I said, generously giving out compliments to him. I used what Pepper said earlier as a compliment, it had worked against me so I figured it had to work against him.
Loki started walking forward slowly, staring at me with interest. "You have a silver tongue. You could trap a man with that gift." He told me. I let a bit of proud mischievousness appear on my face and in my smile. Loki stopped just a foot from me with a mischievous grin of his own. "But, unfortunately for you, I am the God of Silver Tongues. The God of Lies." He told me.
I chuckled and dropped some of the sweetness to my act, replacing it with flirtiness. "Now how is that unfortunate for me?" I asked him playfully. I bit my lip and chuckled seductively. I knew I was stalling but I didn't know what I was stalling for. Pepper wasn't about to do anything, she seemed frozen in shock, and the Avengers thought they were going after Loki so they wouldn't be back for a while.
"It is unfortunate because it means I will always beat you in this little game you're playing." Loki said with a smile.
"Oh but I love a challenge." I said, genuinely smiling now. I really did like to compete, no matter what the game was. I liked to win. Loki seemed to think along the same lines as I did because his smile went from playful to excitedly challenging. My smile more than likely reflected his. "What will you give me if I win Loki? What are the rules?" I asked, my voice low as I put some of my flirtiness back in.
Loki closed the remaining foot between us. He was taller than me by at least a foot which I hated since that gave him an advantage. His chest was uncomfortably close to mine with my arms crossed so I uncrossed them, giving me about a centimeter's worth of breathing room. Loki reached up and grabbed my chin with his long pale fingers. He ran a thumb across my cheek as he smiled down at me.
"There are no rules, sweetling. Oh and I could give you a great many things. If you win all you have to do is ask for something and you'll get it." Loki told me. With him this close and with his fingers on my face I could feel how cold his skin was. The cold mixed with the smoothness of his voice made me sleepy. "But what if I were to win? What would I get?" He asked, the mischievousness entering his smile once again.
I suddenly felt enraged. Loki was staring at me like I was a prize now and I had always hated that look. When guys gave me that look I usually flirted with them till I came off as the predator and they became the prey. I didn't like being prey, not at all. "Anything you want." I told Loki flirtatiously though my hands had balled up into fists. I felt my fingernails cut into my palms once again and the blood flowed out of the cuts. Loki smiled and suddenly snatched at my fist. I couldn't do anything because he had me pinned up against the couch.
Loki very slowly pulled my hand out of its fist and examined the cuts. "Ah, you've been very angry the past couple of days haven't you?" He asked, running a finger over one of the cuts. He held up his finger which was now covered in my blood. "What angered you into doing this? Other than me of course." Loki said, smiling slyly at her.
"My father. Iron Man." I told him, refusing to lie to this man. Something about him made my obsession with winning grow. I wanted to win and I'd use anything to achieve success.
Loki's eyes lit up so brightly that they could have been lights. I felt uneasy now; he looked way too pleased about my parentage. "Stark has a daughter? How interesting." He said. Loki's grip on my chin tightened and he turned my face so that he could peer at each of my features. I let him move my face but only because I had a feeling he was making sure I was Stark's daughter. He turned my face so that my eyes met his again. "You may prove important Miss Stark." Loki told me.
"It's Gypsy. I don't like being called Miss Stark." I told him.
"Of course. My apologizes, Gypsy." Loki said, saying my name like it was some sort of delicacy. That made me uncomfortable, extremely, but I didn't let him see it. Loki paused for a moment then grinned. "Your father just found out he was talking to a fake me. He'll be here in just a few minutes so I must be going. But before I do I need to know if you'll give him a message from me." Loki told me.
I shrugged. "Yeah, what's the message?" I asked, a little bit curious but mostly relieved. Stark was coming back, he was getting rid of this guy before anything bad could happen.
Loki stared straight into my eyes and I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. His eyes weren't matching his expression anymore. His eyes gave away the desperation in his soul while he tried to look happily malicious. I stared at him in shock when I realized that this God of Mischief wore a mask. A mask of lies and confidence.
"Tell Stark that he may not have a heart," Loki let go of my chin and pointed at the spot where my heart was, "but his girls certainly do and I won't hesitate to take them from him." Loki grinned again when I narrowed my eyes in confused anger. I didn't know what he meant by any of that but it really didn't sound good. "Till next time Gypsy." Loki told me, taking a step back.
I grinned devilishly up at him. "Let it be soon." I said flirtatiously, peeking out from beneath my eyelashes in an adorably mischievous way.
Loki laughed, sounding pleased. He didn't say anything though, just smiled and headed for the door. He glanced back once he was standing in the open doorway, his eyes meeting Pepper's for a second so he could scare her and then meeting mine so he could smile once more. I smirked back at him and he turned away, walking out the door. He shut it behind him and I tumbled over the back of the couch, landing on the cushion beside Pepper. My feet now hung over the back of the couch and I was uncomfortable but I was too tired to care. I had just talked to a freaking god. A god! I was ready to pass out.
Pepper placed her hands on either side of my face and peered into my eyes. "Gypsy are you okay? Are you going to pass out? Please don't." Pepper asked then begged me.
"Not passing out, not yet." I told her, shutting my eyes. I took a couple of deep breaths as I tried to steady my racing heart. "Maybe gonna be a little sick. He really does have that inner power thing going for him." I said, chuckling a little in an attempt to make her think I was feeling okay. It obviously didn't work though because suddenly she took my hand, squeezed it, and placed her other hand on my forehead as if to check my temperature.
I heard the front door get blasted open but I didn't open my eyes. "Pepper! Gypsy! Are you okay?!" Stark shouted as he entered the house. I heard the sound of huge metal feet hitting the ground and knew Stark was in his Iron Man suit. The feet stopped just beside the couch. "Gypsy! Pepper did she pass out?" Stark asked worriedly.
I shook my head before Pepper could reply. "No, not yet. I'm tired though so I might go to bed very soon." I said.
"Was Loki…?"
"Here?" I finished for him. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see he had lifted up the Iron Man mask so that his real face was exposed. The worry in his eyes astounded me. "Yeah, he was. He told me to give you a message too." I told him. Stark suddenly looked terrified but he didn't say anything which was basically my signal to talk. "He told me to tell you that you may not have a heart but your girls certainly do and he won't hesitate to take them from you." I said, repeating Loki's message almost word for word. Stark paled considerably and I closed my eyes again. "You were wrong again Stark. I would have been safer with you." I told him, knowing it would hurt him deep.
I took a deep breath and let myself slip into unconsciousness. I dreamt of blue green eyes and a beautiful voice whispering that I was never going to win the game.
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