Pepper Potts came back a week later. That week had been filled with awkwardness between Thor and the other Avengers; they didn't understand why he thought that it was okay to sew someone's mouth shut. He had also made the mistake to say that it had happened before, so Loki was used to it. Loki was suddenly getting much more understanding—pitying—looks. It seemed to Loki, that they thought that after so many horrible punishments, he had cracked and went on a killing rampage. Suddenly Loki didn't seem so bad. Odin's punishment wasn't going as planned.
The second day of Miss. Potts return—the first day had been spent in… reunion… with Stark—while Loki had been just finishing the Epilogue of the last Harry Potter book, she had sat in a chair right across from him, and just stared. She was either waiting for some acknowledgement, or he had an admirer. No matter how good looking Loki knew he was though, with the amount of time she spent with Stark the day before, he guessed it was the former. He took his sweet time finishing, and was pleased when he heard her sigh in annoyance and start tapping her foot.
He made a big show of putting down his book and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. If he had been in use of his mouth, he would have drawled, "Yess…?" sarcastically. You can't have everything though.
"You threw Tony out of a window." She stated.
Loki shrugged. He sort of did—his body anyway.
"You're not going to do it again." It was not a request.
He shook his head. Honestly, he had no intention of killing any of the mortals, and now that he had strengthened his mental shields, nobody would catch him unaware again to use him for their dirty work. Not even when he was sleeping would he relinquish control. Never again would he permit himself to be a puppet, and whoever tried would meet a messy end that would most certainly not be traced back to him. Just a very unfortunate—bloody—accident—murder—that had nothing to do with him.
"You're going to get me a kitten." Loki pulled himself from his gruesome daydreams, and raised both eyebrows, clearly asking if she was serious, and if she was how exactly she expected him to acquire a kitten for her when he was on house arrest. "Figure it out; you have one day."
Well, then. How could he refuse?
Other than that peculiar meeting though, the only thing of note was that Bruce Banner had started looking at him funny. First Loki thought that the man had a crush on him—after all, Loki could cook, he was rather dashing, and he was quiet; he was the ideal partner for anybody with taste—but that theory was swiftly discarded when he noticed exactly how Banner was looking at him. He was looking at him like he was a puzzle or some strange substance under his microscope. It was a bit off putting, to be honest.
Loki was having a wonderful time though—he loved messing with people—and if the only things that he had to be worried about were somehow getting a kitten, being dissected, and what book he was going to read next, he was pretty happy.
The book thing was concerning though.