I've avoid any evil stuff thus far in the story . . . but the next one (that I'm uploading later) is pretty moderately dramatic . . . hahaha finals are almost over :D that means more of me staying up all night typing out stories and going over to my cousins to play Minecraft and Splinter Cell and . . . and . . . Saints Row because I haven't played it for a while and CoD Blops and . . . and . . . and . . . and Fable and . . . various games . . . xDDDD anyways, enjoy~!
Loki's smirk can tell a thousand words. The trick is trying to figure out which ones it is. His smirk can either mean he enjoys your idiocy, or it could mean he is planning on punishing you later. But it can also mean that he has been planning deviously. Right now you could easily tell what his smirk meant, as he stared right at you; he was planning on using you to cause chaos. It was written all over his face. You felt hurt knowing what he was planning on doing, but it made you wondered how he could make you do such dastardly deeds. He couldn't ask you to do it because you didn't know your powers well enough, and you were pretty certain that he wouldn't force whatever-it-is-inside-you to do it or else he'll be the target, not anyone else. You chewed your bottom lip in thought, worried about what was going to happen.
His mouth twitched in amusement; clearly he noticed your dismay. He really enjoyed toying with you, and, despite the rare time spent with him, you can never seem to tell if he's just tricking you, or if he really means it. You fiddled with the stitching of your dress, quickly sipping your wine trying to keep calm. You wanted to get away as fast as possible, you wanted to be anywhere but here, but you couldn't stand leaving Loki. For some reason you found being away from Loki very difficult, even if you didn't go that far, or for so long. Whenever you left he was in your mind, but whenever you were around him you just wanted to get away. It confused you, not knowing which feeling to listen to, and you didn't have anyone to confide in. Pepper was always too busy or around Tony, and your old friends had moved away. You were alone, fighting over what was real and what wasn't.
Unable to sit still you told Loki that you'd be right back, receiving a brief nod in response. You didn't know where you'd go in this place, but you just needed to walk and before you knew it, you were at Tony's table. Pepper noticed you and smiled brightly, "[name], glad you came," she said, cheery.
You nodded, not quite sure what to say. The two were sitting with a few other people, at a circular table with six chairs. The three others looked to be moderately important, and were in a heated discussion with Tony which led to your appearance being unnoticed to all but Pepper. She looked at your dress with a longing look just before she gestured to the empty chair next to you. You took the seat gladly, happy that you had something to distract yourself. Pepper sipped from a glass of champagne, then her eyes lit up as if she suddenly realized something. "[name], you never did tell me who you came here with," she said, looking curious.
"U-Uh," you stammered, not sure if you should tell her about Loki, or if you should keep it a secret, "Er . . . um . . . Well,"
"Ah, this is the girl I was telling you about earlier!" Tony's voice sounded, interrupting you. He was standing, hand pointing you out to the other people, each one of them standing to shake your hand, clearly interested in you.
A young man with short brown hair and glasses looked at you with wide eyes, "How could this beautiful lady possibly be an experiment?" You nearly snapped in half hearing him, Tony had been telling nearly people about you. People you didn't know. This made you nervous, and desperate to go back to Loki where you knew no one would bother you, but it was too late now; you had been sucked into Tony's black hole of fame. You weren't one for politic and celebrity magazines (although you did have your fair share of fashion magazines) but you were certain that you had been in at least one, or you were going to be.
The man that sat beside you looked a little older than the other, and more experienced, was clearly interested in you, but made you uncomfortable as he looked you up and down. "She doesn't even look like someone who would come back from the dead," he said with an odd awe.
Your breath caught in your throat, "What?" you managed to squeak. You don't ever recall dying, how was it possible for you to have died then come back to life? Your head started to get dizzy as the odd people stared at you. You released a breath shakily without even realizing you were holding it. iHow was this possible?/i you questioned yourself, clearly there was something more here than you realized.
The man laughed, "How could you not know . . ." the thin bony man that was sitting in between the two others nudged him. "She was in a coma, remember?" he whispered into the man's ear, audible enough for you to hear.
You whipped your head over to Tony, giving him the most threatening glare you could, "A coma?" you growled, trying to make it clear that you weren't happy, "Just what happened to me the last five months, Mr. Stark?" you stressed his name, trying to make it seem like you detested the name.
"You were discovered in your cell passed out, when they got you to the hospital they found out you had an internal bleeding in your abdomen. They managed to fix you up before you bled out, but later you went into a coma. For a long while it looked like you were going to recover, but then that thing inside you decided that that wasn't the time so it killed you. We weren't entirely sure how it killed you but it did. Then one convenient day I came to see you and you were awake," he shrugged as if it was nothing at all, "quite lucky really," he nodded, "it would be difficult to find another person to be my oddjobber, but at least I would find one that will buy me that cat I wanted."
Your eye twitched, "I'll get you that fucking cat later," you growled, annoyed that he even brought the cat up to the subject.
"I'll pay your check if you get me it tomorrow," he said, oblivious to Pepper's glares.
"Fine," you sighed, tired of talking.
You told the table that you had to go to the washroom, but you really didn't, instead you headed back to your table, only to find it empty. Loki was nowhere to be found, from what you could see through the crowd of people. Shrugging you waited another minute, trying to comprehend all that you had learnt before heading back to Tony's table.