Chapter 6
The Birds Not So Subtle Hiding Place Pt. 2
Oh how Loki missed New York. Especially at night!
He counted his blessing for the chains losing their strength when they broke. He had sat in an alleyway till sunset trying everything he knew to get them off and luckily (after hours) they finally slipped off!
He could feel his magic but it felt… odd. Loki didn't care though, as long as he had magic at all he was happy. He would figure out the kinks later.
The sound of loud music reached his ears. It was loud, heavy bass, and muffled behind a thick wall. It sounded like a club to him.
A sly smile fell on his face. If he was going to get caught at some point anyway, why not have some fun? He could always just run away and hide if the Avengers really are looking for him still, which he was sure they were but he could hope.
Loki let his magic flow over him, that felt normal, and his appearance changed. He wore his usual clubbing clothes, just small differences for the year it is now. Have to stay trendy of course.
Ohhh magic, nice choice. Love the coat!
He looked at the discarded gold cuffs and got an amazing idea. The magic that binds him was gone since he snapped the metal, how funny would it be… if he wore them as an accessory now?
He picked up the cuffs that went to his wrists and the one that made the collar and put them back on, feeling giddy when the magic around him didn't fade. He threw out the other cuffs, the ones that wrapped around his ankles, he had to wear cute boots to put something on top of them.
A small group passed him, clearly too drunk to notice him standing in the ally and something shiny caught his eye. A real punk rock looking guy being carried by his friends had an interesting choice of jewelry.
Loki raised his hand to his left ear and copied the design. A shimmering stud in the ear with gold thin chains (how ironic) attached to his upper ear with a thick (for an earring) gold band.
He still felt he could use something however… taking a peek at the girls in line at the club across the street he saw what he needed. Makeup and a new hairstyle to match his killer outfit. Besides, the stupid way to spiky hair the Chituari made him have wasn't his style. While yes it looked nice, he just wasn't feeling it after what they made him do.
Running a hand along the left side of his head, it slicked back and instantly smoothed out the other side of his hair. Leaving them the unique black curls he loved, And that Asgard seemed to want him to hide.
Welp. Not gonna hide my natural hair anymore!
He instantly knew the makeup look he wanted and casted the allusion of it, he always did love a good smokey eye. But… what about green eyeliner this time around… he always ran with good old black, but Midgardians are getting more experimental with colors, why not show them how good a pop of color can look?
Happy with the outfit he made, he stepped out of the alley, already had the club he was going to in his sights.
"Marquee New York… sounds fun." He muttered to himself.
Careful of the New York traffic that had scared the shit out of him the first time he came, he expertly passed the rushing taxis, asshole drivers, and made it to the other side of the road.
"Hey girl!" A 20 something-year-old blonde girl yelled, waving her hands right at him. "Yes you!" She added. The eyes of her party turned to face the 'girl' she was waving too.
"You don't mean me do you?" Loki asked carefully to the group of 5 women.
"Um yes! Do you see yourself!?How did you make yourself look so good?"
Quick to the question huh…
"Um… talent I suppose. What about you lovelys." He answered as he stepped closer to the group in line. Passing a few angry people in line waiting.
"I'm Amy! From New Jersey!" Her blond hair was half up and half down, a bun with different stones pined in her hair. She wore a short white skirt with baby blue heels to match her baby blue top. Her makeup was very EDC raver to Loki."First time partying here, have you been to these clubs before?" The blonde girl asked.
Loki nodded. "I've been up and down New York hundreds of times."
A brown haired woman behind Amy raised an eyebrow. "Hundreds of times. I doubt that." She was clearly the 'club leader' for the night. She had on amazing thigh high brown velvet boots with a brown short skirt, and an orange tube shirt. Her whole arm had beautifully made tattoos and her hair was a slick bob. She had dark makeup but it could use some work in Loki's opinion.
His makeup was always better than anyones so…
"Yep. I've partied all over the world." Which he had.
"Oh yeah? Prove it." The suspicious woman challenged.
"Diana! That's not nice!" Amy tried to calm the tension in the air.
"No, I wanna see if he can do it too." A red headed woman chimed in. She wore a simple black martini dress and glossy black heels, her hair was straight and ran down her back.
"Lizzy! Stop instigating things!" Amy yipped.
"I say let's see what he's got, I wanna see what skills all around the world parting gets you at a new york club. Especially a club as busy as this." Another blonde spoke up. She must be Amy's sister, the two looked almost identential. Her choice of colors however were pink and black. Make up and even gem placement was copied perfectly between the two women.
"Ana… I thought you would have my back at least." Amy said with a little pout.
"Calm down sis. I'm just joking, but if he has talent and it gets us into that club faster, I wanna see what he's got."
Amy huffed and looked to the last member of their little party.
"What about you Ashley?"
A brown haired woman seemed to think for a moment. She wore a purple dress with an exposed back, and knee high white boots.
Not the best choices but… hey. Mortals.
"Fine. I lost democracy, show us what you have girl!" Amy smiled.
"Well then, lets go to the front." Loki said. Each woman gaped at him.
"He's ballsy, I'll give him that." Diana said, but followed regardless.
Loki and his new entourage walked to the front, listening to the rather colorful language of the people they were passing. Loki didn't care really, but it seemed Amy was having second thoughts.
He leaned into her. "You know if you don't act like you own the place, you'll never get in."
She looked up, there was a good 2 inches in height difference, nodding a little. "I guess I get it…"
"Now act the part little lady, and watch and learn."
The group of 5 were stopped. Of course.
"Sorry girls, you'll have to wait in line like everyone else."
Loki smirked and stepped to the front of the group.
"I think you're making a mistake."
The bouncer looked him up and down. "Nope. You girls will have to wait, or go somewhere else."
Loki stepped closer, wrapping an arm on his shoulder, leaning close to him. "Do you know the name Lady L…" He said with a purr in his voice.
The bouncer's eyes widened a bit.
"Now, what were you saying little boy."
The tall and bulky man smiled and chuckled. "Do forgive me Lady L, You haven't been around here in awhile." he said, stepping aside and letting the five others with him walk into the club.
Once into the long hallway that led to one of the many floors, Loki turned and couldn't help but laugh.
The jaw dropped and eye wide expressions on each of his clubbing buddies (for the night) were priceless.
"You'll catch flies like that ladies."
Each snapped their mouths shut, Amy seemed to snap out of her stupor first.
"That was amazing! You really got us in! Who are you!?"
Loki could get used to this again.
"I told you I've been on these streets a hundred times over, every bouncer, every club owner knows me. They call me Lady L, and that's all anyone has ever known." Loki said with his dramatic flair. "Now I don't know about you, but I've been dying to go clubbing again. So I shall be off." He waved his expertly manicured stiletto nails and walked off to the VIP floor.
"Wait! Don't you want to party with us?" Ana asked standing next to her sister.
"I don't party with first timers, apologies. But do enjoy the club, a little gift from an expert to you ladies."
"Bye Lady! It was nice meeting you!" Amy yelled as her group led her to the regular club floor.
Yep. Loki missed his hidden adventures… And he was off, he could only party for so long before a certain group of party crashers showed up.
Tony led the avengers, dressed in normal clothes, to the front of the line.
"Not again assholes!" Someone yelled behind him.
"Fucking A…"
He couldn't help but grin, that was one of his favorite parts about lines. When he got to skip them.
The bouncer only side stepped, clearly not messing up again tonight.
Well did Loki really have to ruin that! Making the bouncer shit himself is one of the best parts!
"Everyone takes different floors, we'll keep this as quiet as possible and arrest him nice and easy." Steve said. "Clint and nat, you guys take the second floor, me and Thor will take the first and Bruce and Tony-"
"Obviously VIP, since I'm sure I'm the only one who could get in there. No worries! I'll take one for the team, and get ya in Brucey."
Bruce smiled but shook his head. "Loud music and crowds were never my strong suit. You guys call me and i'll be there but I think I'll wait outside…"
Steve nodded. "That would be smarter. Okay, don't try to get Loki in here, lead him out back, where we can all get him and where hulk will be better suited if we need him."
The team nodded and went their separate ways.
Tony stepped up the stairs, music blasting and really taking him out of the 'hunting Loki' mood.
There were beautiful women all around him, men dressed to impress, and many many drinks.
What's the harm in one drink…
He walked to the lit-up bar, an easy smile on his face. With his luck, Loki wouldn't have been able to get up here and he would be able to just have a nice drink and wait for the call from his fellow Avengers.
"I'll take whiskey on the rocks please." He spoke, leaning casually on the bar. Still keeping an eye out just in case.
The girl behind the counter nodded and expertly made his drink. Granted it wasn't a hard one, but the speed was still appreciated.
His brown eyes scanned the VIP room. Watching the big groups people talk and drink and dance around.
Maybe he could join one of them-
Someone sitting in a corner booth alone quickly caught his attention.
Black hair and a green coat made it pretty obvious who it was sitting there.
Fuck.
Loki was just fine, he had his drink, many of the men and women were eying him up, tonight was going to be a good night.
That was until the burning feeling returned…
It was warm at first then gradually grew to the familiar and much hated pain. So he just sat himself in a booth, letting the music fill his ears and hopefully take his mind off the burning.
It helped for a bit, it seemed the pain was done growing but then the pain increased too quickly, he clutched his chest again hoping it would help like it did the last time. He must look like a crazy person in this seat now.
He feels all eyes off him now… all but one.
The pain hindered his breathing, he was happy the music blocked out the literal panting he was doing.
What is wrong with me!? I was just fine a moment ago!
"Hey, is this seat taken?"
He sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to speak with the pain affecting his lungs. "Of- of course n-not." He managed out.
"You don't look so good Lokes."
"Heh… I'm f-fine really-"
Lokes?
His head snapped up, meeting the brown gaze of the iron man.
He had a nervous smile on his face.
Why was he- How did-
"Look Loki, you've gotta come with me. Somethings going on with you and-"
"You know nothing!" Loki yelled panicked. He jumped up from his seat, his legs however deciding not to work. He tumbled to the ground, one of his hands landing on the corner of the table.
Stark moved too, he looked around, making sure no one was watching. Luckily, no one was.
"Loki really! Come on…" Stark said, moving to Loki, laying a hand on his shoulder.
The burning left the place where he touched. He hated it but an involuntary sigh of relief left his mouth.
"Guy's I got him. He's in VIP. Meet you guys out back." Stark spoke to himself.
Loki pulled himself up, Stark stepping back but moving his hand to Loki's upper arm. A puny way to keep him restrained.
"Come on, they are waiting, and I think it would be better if you didn't, you know. Make a scene." Stark said, pushing him toward the stairs.
For some reason, he was complying. The burning wasn't leaving but somehow it was lessening.
They? Who's They?
Loki's eyes widened.
They!
The other avengers!
He wouldn't go willingly. No matter how uncomfortable or painful this sensation is, he won't get caught yet. He didn't even get to enjoy the club!
"Yea, we're coming," Tony spoke to himself.
No… To the Avengers, again.
They were downstairs, walking into the main club area. The loud music was no longer grand in his ears. This stupid fever or whatever it is ruined his mood.
Tony tugged him, directing him to the back exit. Everyone that drank and danced did not even give the pair a sideways glance.
The shorter man pushed the metal bar, opening the door and quickly leading himself and Loki out.
The one backlight illuminated everything in a creepy setting. Each avenger stood in the ally, dressed in regular clothes but still, all had their weapons on them. Somehow seeing everyone in everyday clothes made them a little less intimidating. Except that damn light ruined that small bit of peace.
"Come on Loki. We're taking you back to the tower." Captain America said as he stepped closer.
"N-no. Get a- get away from me…" Loki panted out, involuntarily stepping back and into Tony.
"Just get him already cap!" Hawkeye yelled impatiently. Black Widow laying a hand on his shoulder, quickly calming him.
The captain drew closer and Loki knew he wasn't in any condition to escape.
Fuck.
"There's the unmerged Sekeiri. Right where King Helbendi said." A woman's voice from above them spoke.
Loki looked up and instantly regretted it.
"Look, cosplay ladies. You two need to leave." Tony snipped at them, clearly not seeing the danger.
"Oh look Höðgy. The Mortal is speaking to us." The smaller of the two blue girls laughed. Granted she was smaller but she was still about 6 5'. The other, who was definitely 7 foot, smiled with evil in her eye.
"My name is Innlá. This is my sister Höðgy. And we're here to collect that unmerged Sekirei." The small Jotun explained.
"Um. yeah, no. Not gonna happen." Stark answered easily.
Loki looked back at the man still holding his arm. Why? Why Wouldn't they let the Jotun's take him?
"Move mortals. This has nothing to do with you." Höðgy yelled and the two jumped down, both blocking the Avengers in the alley.
"You two are players in this game?" Bruce asked nervously. What the man was nervous for Loki didn't know. He could turn into a huge green monster that would definitely give the jotuns a run for their money.
"Your lucky introductions are required. Norns made it a rule if Sekiries, emerged or not, want a legitimate fight. " The shorter jotun said with a roll of her eyes.
She put her hands on her hips, standing in a white long skirt with slits up to her thighs, a matching white crop top that crossed and formed an X along her chest, gold bracelets, and gold ankle bracelets decorated her. Her hair was white and ran straight down her back. There were some lines along her body, the little clothes she was wearing showed them off.
"I am number 36. Innlá, the Ice blade Sekirei." To show her point, she formed two deadly blue ice swords into her hands.
Her sister grinned. She wore almost the same clothing but instead of the gold ankle and wrist bracelets she had her left arm completely covered by gleaming silver armor. Her hair was braided down her back.
"I am number 37. My name is Höðgy, the Ice Hammer Sekirei." Instantly a large ice mallet formed in her hand.
"I'm noticing a trend," Stark commented.
Stark must really want to die.
"Just get out of our way and nothing bad will happen. Besides you are not even in this damn game." Innlá yelled, clearly getting frustrated.
Stark gritted his teeth, stepping forward but still keeping his hand on Loki's arm. "Listen here ladies. Midgard is a part of the game." A smug smile formed on his face. "And you're looking at its Ashikabi!"
Loki's breath stopped. Stark… stark is his ashikabi… How- how does he know? That must be wrong!
The jotuns laughed. "You! Your Midgards leader!? And the master of that unmerged fake Sekirei!" The sisters laughed even harder. "That is the greatest thing I've ever heard!"
Höðgy's red eyes traveled to Loki. Her eyes widening at the shocked expression on his face.
"Sister! He doesn't know! I bet you that master of his doesn't even know how to emerge him!"
The two started practically dying. Loki was sure one would fall over at some point… but they were right… Loki had no idea how he was supposed to 'emerge' or how Stark was his ashikabi…
"Yea. Laugh it up. But I am his ashikabi! And Midgard will have its place in this game!" Tony confidently spoke.
The burning blush on his face seemed to only grow.
Burning… the burning! Was that a sign! He- he's been reacting to Stark!?
The sisters sobered up, remembering their mission. "Were lucky you haven't figured it out really." Höðgy said, gripping her hammer tightly.
"Yes, sister dear. Lucky indeed. Now. Let's get him!"
The two sprinted forward, Höðgy being blocked by Steve's shield, Innlá blocked by Thor's hammer.
"Run Stark! And take Loki!" Thor yelled.
"Thor I can't-"
"Please man of iron!" Thor turned his head. Looking over Loki, who was having a hard time just standing up. "Go!" Stark flinched but nodded.
"We've got this!" Clint added, pulling back his bow.
Stark looked at him. His brown eyes meeting his own green gaze. With that Stark started running, his hand on Loki's arm moving down and pulling Loki's own hand.
Why were they helping him? Why was Stark so adamant about his position?
"Hurry up princess!" Stark yelled, snapping Loki out of his thoughts, trying his hardest to run with Stark.
He followed Stark out of the alley, the noise of battle muffling and fading into the background.
"No!" Innlá looked at her sister. "Höðgy! Get them! We can't let that man emerge that Sekirei!"
Stark kept pulling, for whatever reason he kept running and taking Loki along with him. Loki heard the sound before he saw the blade of flying ice pass him and head for Stark's head.
"Watch out!" Loki pushed forward, sending both to the ground. Loki looked down, the stunned expression of Stark under him. His breath hitched for a second but he knew the two Jotuns were still behind him. And closing in.
"There's no use running." The shorter jotun said.
"We'll just find you again. So fight with us!"
"I can't fight. Well at least no yet." Loki said with no hesitation.
Yet? What am I saying?
"You may not feel like fighting right now, but we do." They both charged clearly not caring about the Avengers behind them.
Loki stood up quickly taking Stark's hand and started running faster than the man was previously going. Somehow his body was hurting less, the burning less noticeable, all his mind could focus on was getting Stark away from these women, getting him somewhere safe.
"Hold it!"
"Hey!"
He looked back and basically saw Stark flying behind him, he couldn't help but giggle.
"Do we even know where we're going!?" Stark yelled.
"Nope," Loki replied but kept running. He couldn't hear the jotuns behind him anymore, it has to be safe by now. He did run pretty far already. But he knew they would be back.
"Can we please stop!" Stark begged. "I think my hand is broken!"
Loki slowed and finally stopped, they were safe for now.
"We should be safe for a while," Loki said, the pain slowly but surely returning. "It was extremely stupid and brave of you to do what you did."
"I'll take that as a thank you Reindeer Games."
"But I think it's time we part ways. It would be safer for you." Loki said, that stupid blush coming back as he avoided those brown eyes.
"Those girls are still after you! Are you crazy!"
Stark had a point. But… he couldn't have Tony putting himself in harm's way. Any of the Avengers for his sake while he's at it.
"It's not right. You or the Avengers in this mess."
"Well, we're in it. Me especially. Your my-"
"I am not your anything! Now leave. I'm sure mortals have to think about their safety more. I'll be fine." Loki interrupted. He turned and started walking off. If he was away from Stark then- then he wouldn't be hurt right? Sekirei's only hunted other Sekirei's right?
He could hope. If he left then he would be able to deal with this problem on his own.
"Loki look out!" The sharp tug on his arm pulled him backward effectively getting him out of his own thoughts… and away from the six large and very sharp ice swords striking out of the ground. It got a bit of his pants, tearing them up and definitely wasting them. Magic or not.
"Are you alright?" Stark asked.
"You know, we assumed you would emerge the moment you ran off with this guy."
"Looks like that hasn't happened. Even with those people slowing us down."
"Lucky us."
Loki stood up and braced. He may not have a good amount of magic yet but he did have his strength. The sisters readied their weapons and Loki prepared for this fight. Without his magic he knew he was at a disadvantage.
Innlá ran forward, her sister behind her, both ready to kill.
Loki's heart stopped when Stark, without the protection of his suit at least, ran in and shoved Loki back. The two crashing to the ground. Stark looked just as flustered as Loki.
"You-you're so brave."
"And stupid I know." He muttered back, getting up and facing the two blue jotuns. "Stay back! If you try anything then I'll- um- I'll…"
A burst of warmth pulsed throughout Loki's body.
"Why are you protecting that Sekirei anyway?" Innlá said with anger.
"Clearly you're not his Ashikabi." Höðgy added.
"Run Loki! Go now!" Stark called behind him, holding his arms out blocking the jotuns from him.
Loki's eyes widened as Stark stood, clearly scared. Why was he doing anything without his suit? As much as Loki wanted to move, he couldn't.
"Fine Mortal. If you want to die with him so badly then so be it." Innlá threatened, raising a sword, ready to swing.
"Run Loki, get out of here! What are you waiting for!?"
It was like a haze had fallen over Loki. Nothing was listening to him. "Why can't I… it feels- so strange…"
Stark panicked and ran, surely leaving Loki to his fate but again the man shocked him. Loki felt the familiar cooling of Stark's arms but on his back and under knees.
He- he's carrying me!? Why not just leave me?
The two jotuns certainly didn't give up. Stark barely missed being impaled and crushed. With every lurch forward, a new pulse of warmth rushed through Loki. To give the girls the slip, Stark turned sharply into the passing ally.
"Damn it! We have to cut them off, Höðgy !" The two girls jumped, finding where to trap the two.
Tony finally stopped running. Luckily with him knowing New York decently, he should have been able to escape the two women. He could only hope though. They found them pretty easily before.
"That was close." He placed Loki on the ground, standing a bit in front of him trying to catch his breath. But Loki didn't get up.
"Are you okay? Your face is all red…" Tony asked.
Loki only kept panting, left hand clutching his shirt. His normally bright green gaze was cloudy for some reason. The pale man pushed himself up, but could stand on his own for long, instantly falling forward, Tony catching him.
"Loki…?" He can not be acting up right now! There are two crazy ladies after us!
"...help me… I don't know what's happening. My body is so hot and it just keeps on getting hotter."
This is not what I need to be hearing! "Are you sick or something?"
Then it hit him. Thor really was right. Sure he said he was Loki's ashikabi to piss off the girls but…
"And when you spoke Man of Iron, the closer you got to him, even speaking seemed to cause a reaction."
Loki really was reacting to him. And with him being so close… Of course Loki was getting worse.
"Loki you have to get away from-" Before Tony could finish a sigh left Loki, clearly at his limit of standing. Sending both the ground…. Once again.
He was done falling to the ground for the next month.
His back against the wall and Loki in front (basically on top…) of him, Tony was definitely getting a little more nervous.
Tony looked up, a blush forming on his own face. He didn't mean for his hand to land on Loki's chest, it just did.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't-"
Loki only put his hand on top. "Tony, your touch- it's so…"
"Did you just say Tony? What's happening."
He knows he shouldn't be feeling the way he was right now. But make it any other situation… he couldn't help but lean in.
"Aw... are we interrupting."
Tony sat up, causing Loki to fall down a bit. He looked behind him. The smaller sword-wielding sister behind them and the taller hammer-wielding sister was in front of them, Fucking blocked in and he didn't even realize.
"You're trapped like rats. So give up." Höðgy said confidently.
What could he do? Being so close to Loki was making him useless, the sisters had them cornered, and he didn't have his suit. He couldn't do anything to defend either of them.
His attention went back to Loki, his green eyes mesmerizing. Loki sat up a bit, his lips parting.
"Innlá look!"
"This is bad!"
What's so bad about this? Why are they freaking out?
The two jotuns were running at them as Loki leaned in, closing the small gap between them. Was… was he really about to kiss Loki!? Supervillain and Thor's brother!
Tony snapped back into who was on top of him, and what exactly that would mean if a certain someone found out. He tried to pull away, but even he didn't really want to move.
Loki's eyes closed as his lips pressed against his own, an amazing sensation overcame him. For how hot Loki looked and seemed to be, he was as cold and as soft as freshly layn snow.
"Oh no! He's done it!" The two women cried at the same time.
Tony watched as Loki started to glow. A bright green light emitted from him. His eyes opened and they were bright green again, he sat up, arms wrapped around himself as the light completely overtook him. Two closed bright green wings formed, a woman's moan echoing from somewhere as the wings opened.
"No way. Of all places. She had to emerge here."
Tony looked back at the ice-blade Sekirei. Did she just say she?
"And we almost had her too." The sister said disappointedly.
"What do you mean she?" Tony asked to the air. His eyes drifting back to the glowing body.
"And that's the most annoying part," Innlá replied to her sister, completely ignoring him. Well kind of completely ignoring him. She yanked him from the back of his collar, her strength making it a piece of cake. "Now that she's emerged, there's nothing we can do about her." The blue woman formed a sword, threateningly showing it in front of his face. "But we can do something about the guy dumb enough to get in our way."
Great. He was going to die here. At least he got one last score in, even if it will piss thor off. If he lives that is.
"Let Tony go." A silky-sounding woman yelled. Her voice sounded exotic, it had some kind of accent to it. Wait he knew that accent… his eyes drifted to the middle of the ally. Tony's eyes widened at the sight.
A woman, a naked woman, stood in the alley. Long black hair running down her back and covering her chest. She was beautifully pale and had no blemishes to speak of. Her lips were full and plump and her eyes were a fiery emerald green.
"So you got tough all of a sudden?" The jotun holding him replied.
"I said let him go."
"And if I don't? What are you going to do about it?"
The woman looked down, her black hair hiding her eyes. Everything seemed to stand still before the girl was gone. Fast as lighting she was gone.
The jotun threw Tony away, forming another sword to brace for the attack, smaller shards of ice forming along the ground to slow the charging girl. The rubble cleared and the girl was gone.
"Heads up Innlá!" The other called.
Both he and Innlá looked up, just in time to see the girl twisting down, ready to punch the daylights of the jotun. Forming an X with her swords the hit was caught. Magic sparks flying every which way.
"Not bad, you could really challenge my sister and I." Innlá said with a grunt. The balls of her feet digging into the ground, the force of the girl really affecting her.
The girl's eyes widened before she jumped away. Two large ice shards forming from the ground, almost impaling her. The jotun jumped over her, landing at her sister's side.
"But we weren't told to fight you emerged." Innlá turned away, already jumping up to the next building. Her sister bracing for the jump herself.
"Well good luck guiding your Ashikabi to the higher sky above. And have him pick your armor already!" Höðgy called following her sister.
The two blue women disappearing in a glowing white cloud, vanishing from sight.
The girl grunted. "Teleportation crystals." She muttered with annoyance.
"Um… who- who are you?" Tony called, the girl flinched turning her gaze back to him. "Because I have a feeling I know who you are…"
She looked confused for a second before looking down at herself. Her face instantly flushing with embarrassment as she fell to her knees, trying to cover herself up.
"You're- you're Loki aren't you…?"
The girl only nodded once.
Tony stood up, hand going to his head. Holy shit. This girl is fucking Loki! and She… and she's cute…
He looked over the embarrassed girl, really taking in the fact that this was Loki.
"You-your staring isn't helping…" She said quietly.
Oh shit.
He was totally being a creep! Playboy or not he wasn't a creepy perv. "Um here…" He said as he took off the jacket on his shoulders.
He approached her and crouched down but she flinched away. Her breath hitched as she involuntarily brought her hand up over her face.
Tony only leaned away a little, put off by her reaction. "I'm not- not gonna do anything to you…"
But he couldn't help and see her. He could already guess her size… 36, 26, 36. Legs the perfect thickness. Long and beautiful as well. She was lean but you could see where some muscle was, her stomach even had amazing lean abs. And her hair was so long, lovely pitch-black hair and it seemed silky smooth.
What made him realize it was Loki at all was her eyes. They were bright and green, long lashes curved up beautifully.
"I know the others are coming, they probably saw the light. It would be better if you were covered up."
Loki lowered her hands but did keep her arms crossed over her chest. "How- why are you not disgusted…"
That got him by surprise.
"Why would I be disgusted?" Tony asked.
Loki looked down, she looked ashamed. "Because you know… I'm not-well I am- but I'm also." She growled in frustration. "In Asgard, what I am- whatever this is," She gestured to herself. "Isn't normal. It-it isn't okay." Fear completely filled her eyes. "Oh no… Thor. What's he going to say…" She mumbled to herself.
Thor has some explaining to do.
"Loki. You're not on Asgard anymore." She shuttered at his words. Tony felt a little guilty but continued anyway. "You're on Earth and there are plenty of people like you. Sure they can't… um… shift between male and female like you, but they have the same way you think."
A small light of hope shunned in her eyes as she looked back up at Tony.
So cute.
Tony shook his thought away. "There called non-binary people. Who are either both or one or the other or just none. It's normal here Lokes. Nothing to feel ashamed about. Now please, take my jacket before the others show up."
A faint blush appeared on her face as she reached for the brown jacket.
"Can I ask why your naked when two minutes ago you were clothed?"
Loki thought for a moment but ended up shrugging. "One of the Jotuns said something about you picking my armor. Whatever that means…"
Tony was about to respond but was promptly interrupted.
"Stark! Where did those girls go?" Rogers yelled running up to him, the other Avengers close behind. "We saw the light and figured you were here."
"Friend Stark where is my brother?" Thor asked, eyes scanning around, clearly not seeing the girl sitting behind him.
What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, she's behind me naked, no worries.'
He would lose his head. Thor's hammer taking it clean off. Because sister or brother or not, it's still Loki and he can only assume things will get a little weird.
"Well- Thor, you um… how do I-"
"Whos that behind you?" Natasha coldly asked. One hand already resting on her gun holster.
Well. That's one way to bring up Loki.
He looked down behind him. Her green eyes watching Tony's own intently.
"Um… She's Loki."