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Loki found himself wondering around in the dead of night as was his habit even in Asgard. He had never required as much sleep as everyone else to function so he had taken to night walks or reading in the middle of the night. This night found the Trickster down a few levels from his sleeping quarters investigating rooms.
The raven-haired being had learned which floor his brother slept on and decided to avoid searching there knowing that if he happened to find the room that The Archer slept in then things would not go well. Part of him, The Trickster part, wanted to do it anyway and cause chaos, but in the end Loki had decided against it. Instead, he just pulled open the door to an unknown room, checked the inside briefly for anything that looked entertaining and then closed the door. He continued this process over 50 times usually finding nothing but boring items. Loki finally came to a door that had a sophisticated system to keep intruders out, rather than a simple lock like most of the rest of the building. The simple locks had taken barely a thought to unlock and then relock afterward, although he wasn't sure why he had relocked them. It was not as though he meant to hide his actions and he knew that if anyone wanted to know, all they would have to do was ask the AI intelligence system in the house. He supposed though, if there was a reason to lock them up in the first place then there was a reason to keep them locked.
Still, this lock was different from the others and it intrigued him. Not that it could keep him out, but still he was fascinated since the lock was quite a bit more sophisticated than the other ones. Maybe a locked door should tell him to stay out, but ever since he was a child he had always seen a locked door as a challenge. Even before he was able to use his magic, he had used objects he had found around the palace to try to get into places that others tried to keep him out of.
Another bad habit of his he supposed. But it was as if the door was begging him to break in and he couldn't say no. Loki could probably easily open it with magic, but he liked to work up slowly to magic. For some reason doing it immediately with magic felt as if he were cheating. It didn't really make sense because the really complicated doors always required magic. Still as Loki looked at the lock, it appeared to his trained eye like it would require magic. Never the less Loki summoned his tools to him and silently worked on the door for a few minutes before his curiosity got the best of him and he opened the door with a flash of green and a flick of his hand.
The door swung open quietly, the only sound being a faint electronic hiss. Huh, Tony was in here and apparently this was where he liked to keep his toys. Tony also didn't particularly appear fond of sharing of them, especially with him.
"What are you doing? You're not supposed to be in here," Stark said annoyed and more than a little bit angry.
"Was that one of the rules that I wasn't paying attention to?" Loki asked, but his attention was on the objects in the lab he made his way into.
"Apparently," Stark replied now with the annoyance slightly heavier than the anger. Loki's eyes took in all the gadgets and gizmo's. Stark certainly was extremely bright, for being human. He looked at the object that Stark was working on at the moment with a curious look in his eyes.
"Whatever it is your thinking about, stop it," Tony said.
"Yes, because I must always be thinking evil dark thoughts about taking over your planet," Loki said sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"So why are you in here then?"
"I wanted to get past your lock," Loki answered honestly and he saw Tony blink.
"How did you get past my lock?" Tony asked a tinge of curiosity seeping into his voice.
"Magic," Loki said simply and looked at one of the suits. These suits could fly, he could only fly if he turned himself into a bird. Most of the time he just teleported to get around, it was faster anyways.
"Stop looking at my suits," Tony asked with a hint of a growl.
"As if I'm jealous of your suits," Loki replied dryly. He could atomize it right now, it was a fascinating spell atomizing things, and one that he had learned when he had learned to teleport himself. Of course, the atomizing part was easier than the part when he put himself back together. It certainly made cleaning up things easier and it was how they dealt with waste on Asgard. However, even though he was not jealous he did want to get his hand on all the gadgets to see how they worked, but he was sure that Stark would have a problem with that.
"Are you just going to stand there looking at me," Loki shrugged and sat down next to Stark, the brunette rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I meant," Stark said annoyed, but Loki just picked up the first thing his hand came into contact with.
"Put that down." Loki rolled his eyes again but put it down.
"I'm not the villain that you think I am," Loki said not really expecting the man to believe it but at the same time irritated having to keep repeating the same thing and not be believed. It reminded him of the times that he would insist he hadn't done something and no one would believe him because of his tendency to lie. It was not helping him in his pursuit to stay honest, or at least more honest.
"Yeah I'll believe that never," Stark said sarcastically. Loki bit back the retort that was on his tongue of how if he was the evil person they all believed him to be that he would just atomize all of the Midgardian's suits or probably worse. Loki's counterpart, from what he knew of him, would probably atomize the entire team. He was glad that his counterpart hadn't quite gotten that far in his magic yet.
Loki wished to stay and mess with Stark things and irritate the brunette some more. However, he knew that the brunette barely tolerated his presence in his home and staying any longer or taunting him anymore could break his limited patience for his presence. So he rose and walked toward the door.
"I'll take my leave then," he was halfway to the door before he paused,"I know you won't believe me, but in all honesty I'm not the Loki who you know," he said then walked out the door using his magic to close the door.
He wandered aimlessly for awhile, no longer very interested in finding out what was behind the remaining doors. He wandered around with little purpose other to kill time until his brother woke up. Eventually he found himself back in the kitchen. Like all the other rooms, there were a few seconds before the lights turned on; the AI probably had a hard time with his lower than normal body temperature. He sighed as he looked around at the gleaming surfaces of the kitchen. He missed home. He missed his Thor. He missed it dreadfully especially since Stark had just reminded him who he was here.
However, there was nothing to be done about it. He had promised Thor his help and two weeks here on this planet. Besides, he reminded himself that it wasn't all bad. This planet had many spectacular things to offer in the daylight. It wasn't yet day, though the sun was peeking out from the horizon, splashing the sky in pinks. Loki found his mood lightening as he took in the pinks. It was beautiful. He had managed to miss it three nights and mornings in a row so he enjoyed the blossoming colors for a few minutes. It looked a little different on Midgard than it had on Asgard, but it was still beautiful. After the red and oranges starting to spread he found his attention drawn elsewhere.
The raven-haired being found himself opening doors again, only this time he was searching to see what this Midgardian kitchen held. After several minutes, he was able to ascertain what was at his disposal. He began to gather the items together on the counter. When all the items, or at least the closest to what he needed were located, he nodded.
He was going to cook. He wasn't sure what it was about cooking that soothed him, although most of the soothing had been done by the sunrise, this would help as well. Loki wasn't sure what it was, but cooking calmed him down. The raven-haired Jotun wasn't often able to use that outlet since princes and Kings weren't really supposed to cook, but he was able to bribe one of the cooks once and awhile to let him do so. Here, there appeared to be no one to stop him, then again it was probably still a little early.
He took out several of the ingredients he had selected and started mixing them together. Loki had a great memory. He could remember something the cook had taught him to make centuries ago. After the ingredients were well mixed, he took several pans out and put them on the stove.
Steve woke up to the smell of something...good. Although he couldn't immediately put his finger on exactly what it was. He frowned as usually breakfast was leftovers from the last night or cereal, unless he felt like making food. Of course making food would be simple if it was only for himself. But everyone always took some of it, so making food always meant he was doing it for everyone.
Steve didn't mind, he liked to share his food. It was just cooking for so many people, including some with very large appetites, took a long time so he didn't do it very often. Steve padded his way to the elevator hitting the up button after guessing that it was coming from that direction. When the door opened he saw Bruce who was also had his nose tilting up in the direction of the curious smell. The two rose up a few levels to the level that the kitchen was on.
The doors opened and Steve froze. Loki was making breakfast, which was just about the last thing he had expected. He also appeared to be making a lot of it. Steve shared a brief look with Bruce who looked as shocked as he did. Steve was however the first one to recover and made his way to Loki who didn't at first seem to notice him. Loki flipped whatever it was he was making and then looked up at him expectantly.
"You're making breakfast?" Steve asked wishing that didn't sound as stupid as it had coming out. Of course Loki was making breakfast.
"Yes," Loki merely said in response and flipped another one. Which was when Steve noticed that Loki was using all six burners of the stove and somehow managing not to burn any of whatever it was.
"Um...why?" he asked a little awkwardly.
"It helps me," Loki explained as he flipped another one and Steve nodded although that didn't really help in figure him out. Loki looked at him again.
"You guys can eat it if you want to," Loki said before his eyes went back to the food. Steve wasn't sure how to handle this, so it was understandable that Loki continued. "They aren't poisoned," Loki said irritated and took one at random off the tall stack of food that looked like a cross between a pancake and waffle and popped it into his mouth. Steve wasn't sure what to think about Loki; about his change of demeanor, or the fact that he was cooking them breakfast. However, before he could think any further on it, another hand was taking food from the plate. Steve looked up to see Thor piling his plate high with whatever it was they were.
Thor smiled brightly at his brother and said. "Loki, I did not know you could cook!" Thor boomed in his overly loud voice, the one he used when he was excited and forgot about volume control. Loki smiled in response and Steve felt a little strange about his smile. It seemed genuine, much more genuine than he was used to. "Puffed Balls! It's been so long since I've had them!" Thor said with excitement as he buttered them liberally. Steve found himself watching as Thor ate them one after another with relish. Steve looked at Bruce who shrugged and took a plate. Steve shrugged as well. They were going to be eating Loki's cooking, hopefully they wouldn't live to regret it.
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