He had to fight not to stare and smile when he heard his Pet begin to pant.

"Loki..." she started to growl.

"What? I am not doing anything. I am answering some correspondence."

Tracy spit out a few words that he had long gotten used to hearing fall out of her gorgeous mouth though they had taken him aback when they first met, but he didn't look up. Simply signed another email and sent it off. Since the Asgardians had settled here, they had come to embrace Midgardian technology and email was a far more efficient way to communicate then sending each other pigeons and ravens.

There were a few, mostly ceremonial things, he had to take care of while in New Asgard, but it was getting a little hard to concentrate with his wife making those noises. Of course, it was his fault she was making them, so he really had only himself to blame. He kept his eyes on the monitor, worked to keep his expression impassive. Being an empath, Tracy would know that listening to her was actually having quite an effect on him, but that wasn't the point.

The point was actually to distract her from what she had lost her temper over, and hopefully give his idiotic brother enough time to get himself out of reach before his wife killed him. If Thor was smart, he was using that time now to flee. He wasn't sure exactly what his older brother did this time. He just knew that Tracy had been on the sofa scrolling on her phone when she exclaimed "What?! Oh, I'm gonna kill him with his own axe!" and had felt that surge of anger come through loud and clear over his bond with her.

As much fun as it would have been to watch his wife do her best to murder his brother, again, Loki preferred this trip be relatively peaceful.

"This isn't funny, Loki," she snarled at him. "I know what you're doing, and if you don't stop now, both of you are going to need to sleep with one eye open!"

"I am certain whatever he did was not that bad, Pet," Loki replied, not turning away from the screen.

He heard her grind her teeth. "Take a look at his Twitter," she gritted out.

He did. He looked at the photo, blinked, and fought not to smack his head on the keyboard. He had to fight hard.

Yes. Thor owed him bigtime.

His brother and his wife, through a series of really ridiculous jabs, had gotten involved in a prank war with each other. It started when Thor got annoyed with Tracy for sticking her nose in his love life. Again. Loki had warned his wife over and over not to go there. The problem was, being an empath, Tracy could feel when someone was in pain. Combine that with her angelic instincts to protect and she couldn't help but make it her business, especially when it was someone she cared about. After Sif and Valkryie fell for one another, she had felt Thor's regret that he hadn't said anything to Sif about his feelings sooner, and had tried to talk to him about it.

His response to that was to kindly offer to make her some hot chocolate that night. But he hadn't made the cocoa with Hershey's.

Her body had stopped producing waste when she died and was reborn an angel, but that hadn't stopped the stomach cramps that Tracy had to deal with for about five minutes before her fast-acting healing abilities made short work of the medicines. Loki had been furious, but Tracy talked him down and convinced him that it was her fight.

So instead of leaving him to deal with his brother, she had snuck into Thor's beloved truck and peanut buttered his seat. Thor had wound up walking around for an entire day with peanut butter all over his red cape, and didn't realize it until he saw photos of it all over social media that evening.

The pranks escalated from there. Thor put a glitter bomb above Tracy's desk and timed it so it went off when she was concentrating on her tasks, raining down sticky glitter as well as chicken feathers on his poor Pet. The next day, Thor was walking around with purple hair...Tracy managed to sneak into his home and put dye into his shampoo.

Loki would be lying if he didn't admit that he found it amusing, but he looked at the picture Thor had posted of Tracy's beloved VW Rabbit and thought his brother would be lucky if she didn't skin him alive. He cleared his throat. "So, Thor painted your car. It needed a new coat anyway."

"It's pink!"

"So it is, but that is not a bad color. Many nice things are pink, including this." He increased the pressure his phantom fingers were using on her. She gasped and whined.

Actually, the color pink that now graced the Rabbit wasn't nice. It was a bright fluorescent pink that hurt his eyes just looking at a photo of it. He didn't want to think about how gaudy it would be in person. He also knew that there was no painting over it.

Maybe now she would let him buy her a new vehicle?

She growled. He still didn't look at her but made his phantom press into her harder while more invisible fingers pinched at her nipples. He heard her writhing on the sofa, her breathing harsh, and hopefully the car forgotten...at least for now.

"Loki..." Her voice was a hungry snarl.

"Hmmm?" Loki had been looking at his screen without really seeing anything, just listening to the noises his little treasure was making.

"Either let me go so I can kill your brother, or stop teasing, get your ass over here, and fuck me!"

He managed to stop the corners of his mouth from curving up. Ok, so the car wasn't completely forgotten. He was more than happy to take on the challenge of getting her to forget until her temper cooled to the point where she could laugh about the car and get her mind on getting even and not committing murder.

And maybe, just maybe, allowing him to get her something that wasn't an eyesore as well as an ancient piece of junk.

Instead of honoring either request, he turned the phantom finger on her clit into a phantom tongue, and listened to her keen.

She shouted his name, and he saw her back bow out of the corner of his eye. He took his time shutting the computer down, slowly rising from his seat, and making his way to the sofa just in time to watch her come apart.

She lay there, trembling from the aftershocks. He leaned forward with his elbows braced on the back of the sofa. "Now, is this not better than seeking to satisfy your need for revenge?"

Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him with glazed eyes that were slightly bewildered. "Huh?"

Mission accomplished.

"Nothing, Pet." Loki leaned down and picked her up in his arms. "Now let us see how loudly you will scream when I am actually touching you." Then he carried her into the bedroom and set about making sure that she was so pleased with him that she wouldn't be putting purple dye into his shampoo.