Song: Sarcasm by Get Scared
"This will be wonderful, brother!" Thor boomed as the took the elevator from the roof to the common's area. "You will do wonderful things paying off this debt."
"Debt?" Loki asked. "Is that what you think I'm doing? Paying a debt?"
"Well, you do owe this city and the Avengers greatly in damages do you not?" Thor asked raising his eyebrows.
Loki huffed out a sigh. "I am here only because Odin deemed I could do more good being dragged around by you than I could by being locked in some cell. And even then I'm only convinced he agreed to this because of Mother."
Thor just shrugged. "That may be, brother. But regardless, I say the word and you will be transported immediately back to Asgard to be in the very prison you are avoiding by being here."
Loki narrowed his eyes as the elevator began to slow. "What is it you're trying to say?"
Thor beamed at him, walking backward out of the elevator. "Nothing, brother, nothing. I just advise you to be on your best behavior. At least until everything has settled?"
Loki rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, wondering if an eternity in a cell was really worse than being on Midgard. "Very well, Thor, I shall try."
"Wonderful," Thor's shoulders sagged, seemingly more at ease with at least a half-assed attempt from his brother. "I shall go gather the others, you stay here."
"Right, right," Loki waved him off as he went running through a doorway. He looked down, seeing the freshly repaired cement from where he had been beaten into. The room itself had been refurbished to its full glory, Loki noticed, couches a TV and a fully stocked bar as well a newly repaired window wall. Looking out he saw the city he had helped destroy. A deep frown etched into his face, he never wanted the city destroyed. Had it not been for Thanos… No. He shook his head. No, he would forget that for now. He had amends to make and a city to rebuild. This had to be better than that small glass cell. It had to be. Right?
A door clicked open behind him. "Thor! You're back early, the others are downstairs training I'll just-"
He turned, stopping the woman in her tracks. "Hello, Lady Natasha."
"Oh hell no," Natasha snarled creeping into a fighting stance.
"Do calm yourself, Lady Natasha," Loki held up a hand at her innocently walking slightly closer. "I come here with no ill will, in fact, I'm here to… pay a debt of sorts."
"What?" She snapped, inching closer trying to find an opening. "A debt? What did some mobster find there a way to Assguard?"
"It's Asgard and no," Loki quickly corrected. "I am here to make amends and try to right my wrongs." His hands clasped in front of him. "It is my punishment, but it is also what is right. I will help rebuild the city, help build homes, anything that is required of me."
"Great," Natasha crept closer. "I require you to suck dick and die."
A smirk spread across his face. "I gladly will, however, I do not recall you having a -dick was it?- on our first meeting."
Natasha grit her teeth, sneering as a small growl escaped her. "That was before I knew you were a psychotic god who killed hundreds of people, released aliens on this world and attempted to take over said world."
"Yes," Loki smiled, gloating over her. "However that didn't keep you calling out my name that night did it? Or from saying I was, what was it again Lady Natasha? The best you've ever had? Then again I suppose it could have been a lie-"
"It was," She snapped, fighting a blush from forming on her cheeks.
"Ohhh," He tutted as they were now near toe to toe. "Here I thought you were in love with me."
"Like I could ever love something like you," Natasha grit back.
Loki just chuckled, holding a hand over his heart. "You've got me shaking from the way you're talking. My heart is breaking but there's no use crying."
"What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes," She dropped her fighting stance, crossing her arms over her chest, this wouldn't be a battle of brawn but of wits. "If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die."
"Sticks and stones could break my bones," He leaned in further, taunting her. "But anything you say will only fuel my lungs"
They were now toe to toe, Natasha glaring up at him as he smirked down at her, a silent staring match between the two of them. They continued to glare even as the elevator door binged, the rest of the Avengers shuffling out.
"Well damn, Reindeer Games really is here," Tony muttered.
"Natasha," Clint barked. "Get away from him. He's dangerous."
"Oh, Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts," Loki responded, both still staring.
"If this is love I don't wanna be loved," She shook her head, remembering they're conversation that faithful day of interrogation. "You pollute the room with a filthy tongue."
"Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up," His smirk grew into a smile.
"Loki," Thor warned. "I said you needed to be on your best behavior."
"Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts," Natasha responded. "If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck Before an audience of death."
"Yes," Loki leaned further into her personal space. "Lady Natasha and I are just getting to," He chuckled. "Get to know each other. Isn't that right Princess?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Yeah, let's play an ice breaker, Loki? You could be the corpse and I could be the killer."
"If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner," He offered with a hungry smile.
"You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer," She smirked. "Maybe that way I can get rid of you once and for all?"
"Everything you say is like music to my, music to my ears," Loki leaned forward. "Tell me, Lady Natasha, what must I do to have you kneel for me?"
"Loki!"
"I don't know," Natasha shrugged casually, leaning back as she smirked. "Have a dick like your brothers?"
"Natasha!"
"Really?" Loki smiled, laughing slightly. "You certainly didn't seem to mind my 'dick' when we first met."
"Loki!" Thor boomed.
"Nat?"
"Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts," Natasha snapped. "If this is love I don't wanna be loved."
"You pollute the room with a filthy tongue," Loki smiled, holding his arms out. "Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up."
"What the hell are you even doing here, Loki?" Natasha snapped her hands in fists.
"It just so happens that Failure finds me in your pleasant company once more," He straightened himself up, hazarding a glance at the others who were all in varying degrees of unhappy and uncomfortable with the current altercation happening before them. "Now however I see that my fate may be to have you tie me up now." He smirked, focusing once more on her. "Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets." He hummed lightly at her cold stare. "Tell, me Lady Natasha, why are you here hm? Why are you an Avenger?"
"It's where my Failure finds me," She returned. "I was given the choice to join Sheild or they were going To hang me up now, By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death."
"You truly are, aren't you?" He met her glare with a honeysuckle smile.
"My word Thor," She sent him a glare before turning with a smile to the other. "What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes. If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die."
"Nat, let's get out of here we can go get some lunch or something," Clint walked over, reaching out for Natasha's arm, taking it in his hand as she let him.
"Yeah, maybe we should all take a breather and regroup in a couple of hours," Steve agreed.
"Oh Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts," Loki smiled at the back of her head as Barton got her to walk away. "Tell me, Agent Romanoff, is this love?"
Natasha turned on him, her anger and fight coming back a hundred fold as she screamed. "If this is love I don't wanna be loved, You pollute the room with a filthy tongue. Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up."
"There is something of mine you can choke down if you'd like," Loki offered.
"Loki that is enough!"
"Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts," Natasha snapped, not taking her eyes off the trickster.
"If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck," Loki responded calmly. "Before an audience of death." He raised an eyebrow into the air.
She glared at him, huffing out a deep breath. "My room. Two minutes. No pants."
"Natasha!"
"I'll be there in under a minute, my Princess," He grinned, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Without looking back, Natasha stomped out of the room, going to the emergency stairs instead of the elevator for better speed.
Loki turned to the visibly shaken Avengers.
"What the fuck," Clint asked.
"Loki," Thor said in a low, warning voice. "You are not to go to Lady Natasha's floor at any point in our time in Midgard."
"Do you hear that, Jarvis," Tony yelled. "That's an order."
"Agent Romanoff has already overridden this order on her own accord and has placed her room under lockdown for the rest of the day until tomorrow morning," Jarvis informed with a snicker in his voice.
Loki straightened his heavy leather jacket with a smile, looking up to both of them. "Fuck you all." With that, he vanished into thin air.