A/N: So life happened, and I am sorry for the delay. College is quite time consuming, and this is a pretty long chapter. This is another request from DragonEmerald. Once again I am sorry for the slow update! Do enjoy! And I don't own Loki or the Avengers.
Loki sat sprawled upon the couch of the main living room in Stark Tower, a spoon faintly coated with a film of Nutella perfectly balanced on the bridge of his nose. Furious techno blasted through his green earphones as he lazily conducted the beat with his right hand. His eyes closed, and mind racing. The God of Mischief was at ease….until Tony Stark and Pepper Potts entered the living room. Though the god had the volume at its max limit, he could easily hear their incessant shouting.
"Pepper I-."
"No, Tony! We've had to deal with this waaaaaay to much! You will be there at 8 tomorrow morning."
"But Pep-."
"8 in the morning!" And with that Pepper hastily exited the residence floor. Tony rubbed his face in exasperation. Steve, who had been reading next to the window, spoke up.
"Is everything okay, Stark?" Tony growled slightly.
"Apparently, the supreme court is still convinced that my suits are theirs, and my affiliation with the Avengers is illegal." The billionaire grumbled harshly.
"But you built your suits…" Steve said with a touch of confusion. The Man of Iron grumbled what sounded like extreme profanity. Both Avengers' attention was drawn to a dark chuckle from the god seated on the couch.
"You petty mortals and your court systems," Loki jabbed smugly. He gracefully opened his left eye and looked at the others; the spoon still smoothly balanced. Tony glared at him.
"Yeah? Well, whatever system is in Asgard must be terrible if they let you go freely," he spat. Loki momentarily gave him a dark, offended look before he suddenly chuckled again.
"You are right; our system is terrible since they thought Thor would make a fit king."
"…what?" Everyone sans Loki abruptly turned to face the God of Thunder who had just entered the room. The God of Mischief remained still for a few seconds before uttering a curse and facing his now offended brother. "Loki, whatever do you mean?"
"I was merely making jest in response to Mr. Stark's…inappropriate comment." Loki's dread could be felt thick in the air.
"Brother, we have been over this many times."
"Yes Thor and I meant no disrespect-,"
"No. You need to be nicer to everyone, Loki."
"Wha-,"
"Nicer. To. Everyone." The Thunderer's rage was evident in his stance. The God of Mischief remained composed and drew in a deep breath.
"Or what?" Loki didn't even have time to smirk before Thor harshly grabbed the Trickster's throat and held him in the air. The other two Avengers froze in shock as they watched their team mate choke his own brother. The younger god was gasping for breath, and giving the older a fierce look of hatred mixed with fear. The captain and the Man of Iron stared on at the gods, worrying that Loki might not make it out of this one alive.
"What if Loki helps me with my court case?" Tony had no idea why he said that. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen Thor that angry since their first meeting, or because he kind of actually liked having Loki around sometimes because he was entertaining. Everyone stared at him with confusion and shock – even Loki himself. The God of Thunder let go, and his adopted brother fell back down to the couch with a huff.
"What would that entail, metal man?" Thor asked, seething. Tony held his hands up in defense.
"Whoa now big guy. Uh, well," the billionaire gathered his thoughts, "Loki would have to do a lot of boring grunt work – which is paper work by the way – and he'd have to defend me at the court hearing tomorrow morning at 8," he explained with a slight smirk directed at Loki. Steve leaned over to him.
"Tony, is this really a good idea?" he whispered.
"Of course it is! And I'll do it!" Loki wheezed as he stood. He brushed past the older god without looking at him. "Where shall I acquire this 'paper work'?" he asked almost too eagerly. Tony stared at him with no small amount of astonishment.
"Uhh, in my lab," the billionaire sighed. "Come on, I'll show you, but don't touch anything!" The younger god smirked.
"Of course not," he said with his signature smirk.
. . .
Tony continued to tinker with one of his suits as he watched the God of Mischief out of the corner of his eye. Loki was leaned back in one of the lab chairs with a studious expression painted on his pale face. After a minute of what appeared to be extreme contemplation, the Trickster tried to suppress a laugh. The Man of Iron quirked an eyebrow in question. Loki shook his head slightly and let out a fuller laugh.
"Your 'supreme court' has no argument against you, Stark."
"Yeah, I got that – they just hate me. Do you have anything to actually defend with though?"
"Yes, yes I do. It wasn't hard to put together. According to your little constitution – specifically the second amendment – 'a well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.' Now the Avengers are technically a militia regulated by S.H.I.E.L.D. and all of you protect the world which would be the free state in this case. You, as an American citizen, have the right to bear Arms. Therefore, the members of the American Congress cannot infringe upon you and your suits."
"Loki that's all nice and stuff, but quoting the second amendment will not win a supreme court case."
"Oh, I have much more that I will be able to use tomorrow."
"Like what?"
"It will be a surprise!" And with that the god teleported to his bedroom. Tony groaned in exasperation. He knew trusting Loki was not a smart thing to do, but hey, maybe it'll at least be entertaining.
. . .
It was 7:58 the next morning, and Loki was nowhere to be found. Tony shifted uneasily in his seat at the front of the court room. The court members that sat in front and above him stared at him with annoyance and frustration. The billionaire kept a composed smirk on his face as he cursed the god in his mind. Just as the clock struck 8, the doors in the back of the room burst open, and the God of Mischief strolled in. He was wearing a sleek black suit with a green and yellow scarf hung around his neck. He carried a silver suitcase that looked too much like the case that used to house the tesseract. Tony glared at the god's smug smirk.
"Loki…" the Man of Iron growled warningly when the Trickster set the suitcase on the table in front of them.
"Leave this to me," he said with a not-so-reassuring smile.
"And who is this?" asked one of the congressmen. Loki scoffed, then laughed.
"I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose." Tony face-palmed – he was doomed.
"Excuse me?" asked the same congressman. The god smirked.
"I come before you today to 'defend' Anthony Edward Stark in a case in which you have charged him in an unjust manner."
"What exactly makes you qualified? You are the most wanted criminal that the world has ever seen after all." The Trickster laughed again.
"What are my qualifications? …You are sitting in front of a god that is royalty in not one, but two realms; who has been trusted with leading many war councils. I have serves as King of Asgard, and have defended many nobles in my life. I-,"
"Thanks dear, they didn't ask for your life's story," Tony cut in. Loki half-glared at him.
"I am extensively qualified," the god grumbled.
"I object to that!" cried a congressman.
"We cannot let this man into our system – he should be tried for his crimes!" pleaded another. The Trickster scoffed.
"I am a god, not a man, you dull creature!" Tony rubbed his face in slight exasperation. This was not going as he'd planned – though, he didn't know exactly what he had been expecting. He grabbed Loki's arm and pulled him down to his seated level.
"I thought you were here to defend me."
"Your court has proven to be harder to work with than I previously thought," the god grumbled.
"Mr. Stark, we will have to ask you to excuse your…"
"Tis fine, Congressman, I know when I'm not welcome," Loki said curtly as he spun on his heel and began to exit the courtroom. On his way out, the Trickster mouthed two words to Tony:
Trust me.
The billionaire rolled his eyes and face-palmed. Pepper was going to kill him. After a few moments of silence, the Speaker of the House spoke.
"If there will be no more disturbances, then I would like to begin." Tony clenched his fists in annoyance – this was going to be worse than the last time he was in court. Before anyone could speak again, the doors burst open again. A young, extremely attractive woman dressed in pristine business attire calmly walked in. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. The Man of Iron's breath caught in his throat when he made eye contact with her burning emerald eyes. It was the God of Mischief in his Lady Loki form.
"Um, what do you think you're doing?" Tony questioned inconspicuously – he didn't want the court to see that the woman was Loki.
"Miss Pepper Potts sent me, and I apologize for the…attractive man that just left – he is new to the business," the female god answered with a well composed smile. The Avenger couldn't help but roll his eyes again.
"And who are you exactly?" asked the Speaker of the House.
"I am," Tony felt terrifying chills run down his spine at the sight of the smirk on Loki's face, "Natasha Barton." The Trickster wore a smug look on his face.
Back in New York the other Avengers stared worriedly at the news broadcast on the large television in their living room.
"Should we be doing something about this?" Steve asked as he watched people continue to run screaming out of the Capitol Building.
"I wouldn't worry about it," came the reply of a certain God of Mischief. Everyone stared slack-jawed at Tony and Loki for a few minutes.
"How the hell are you here, if you were just there?" Hawkeye asked uneasily as he pointed at the screen. The two in question laughed, making the others even more uncomfortable.
"Guys, what happened?" Bruce asked.
"You don't want to know," they both said with identical grins.
"…and that is why effective immediately, the United States government will be undergoing a full shutdown…" The newscast announced in the background.
"Loki what did you do?!" Steve shouted. The god chuckled.
"Loks here managed to point out every flaw in our government system in one swift argument," Tony exclaimed proudly.
"You should have let me rule you when you had the chance," Loki said with unnerving satisfaction.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! And I am currently working on some of the requests that I have received, but I am still open to more! Stay awesome out there!