For Evelyn (Quotev)
It had been a little over a week since your encounter with the boys, and you had been more or less avoiding them since. You needed time to sort through your feelings, and it would be easier to decide without contact. You knew Tony would intentionally try to sway you to his side, and Loki would probably say or do something that would persuade you to choose him. There was no way to decide if you talked to them about it.
You sat in your room and decided to think about, in essence, the pros and cons of Tony and Loki.
First, Tony. You loved his playful obnoxiousness. You loved how he was always the life of the party and could always make you laugh. He was just fun to be around. However, you weren't terribly fond of his "playboy" reputation. You knew he was known for sleeping with random girls, usually reporters or persistent fans. Who's to say he really loved you, or that he loved only you? How could you be sure that he wouldn't cheat?
Now, Loki. You loved nearly everything about him. How calm he seemed to be around you, how nice he was to you. When you were in his cell room, there was no anger, no hatred, no vengeance. It was like he was an innocent demi-god, and not the psycho that tried to enslave Earth. But he was the God of Mischief and Lies. How could you be sure that he really loved you and wasn't using you to break free? Who's to say he didn't plan to put you under a spell, or hadn't tried to already? How did you know you could really trust him?
You thought about the two men and decided to take advantage of Loki's magical status. You made your way to his cell room and told everyone else to leave, leaving you alone with the god.
"And what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a small smile.
"Do you have any lie detecting spells?" you asked simply.
He seemed taken back. "Lie detecting spells? Whatever for?"
"In order to sort through my feelings and figure out who I really love, I have questions for the two of you, and I need to make sure I get honest answers," you explained.
He hesitated, but nodded. "I have a spell that will allow you to sense when someone is lying to you. In turn, you can not lie to anyone else."
"I'll take it," you decided. He nodded again and closed his eyes as if trying to clear his mind. He mumbled a chant, and green sparkles began to float around you. After a moment, he stopped chanting and opened his eyes, cautiously watching you.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Nervous," you replied slowly. You still had control of your speech and were aware of what you were about to say. It wasn't like in movies where the person under the spell automatically answers without a second thought. You just couldn't answer with a lie.
"I'll be back to question you later," you told him, turning to leave. He watched you leave, slightly amused.
Time to find Tony.
You found the billionaire in his room, reading the newest magazine that had planted his face on the cover. You knocked on the open door, nervously awaiting your conversation. He invited you in and you sat down at the foot of his bed, looking at him.
"What do you need, babe?" he asked.
You sighed. "I've been thinking a lot about the situation with you and Loki, and I have some questions for you."
"Ask away."
"Well... You're known for being a playboy, right? You're known for sleeping with random girls and not caring about the aftermath. You're also a hardcore party animal," you mumbled, hoping to not offend him. Then again, it wouldn't be fair if he did get offended, since he admitted all of those things anyway.
"What about it?" he questioned, noticing your quiet tone.
"How do I know you truly love me?" you asked, looking him in the eye. "How do I know you won't cheat on me or something?"
"I do love you, Eve," the billionaire replied. There was no immediate reaction on your end, in your head or in your heart, so you assumed he was telling the truth.
"I do love you, and I promise not to cheat. I can give up my party ways if that's what you want," he added. A little bell-like sound went off in your head like a warning flag.
"You're lying," you said quietly. "You wouldn't give it up."
Tony seemed surprised. No one had ever bluntly told him he was lying before. He sighed. "Alright, maybe I can't. But I can try."
Another bell sounded. It was your turn to sigh.
"You love the party lifestyle, Tony. You enjoy sleeping with random girls and not having to make a commitment. You may love me but not enough to be loyal to me," you analyzed.
"I guess you're right," the genius replied quietly, looking down at the bed. No bells went off in your head. You really were right. Tony could never change (1).
"I have to go," you mumbled, standing up and heading for the door. You made it to the hallway and leaned against the wall. You let out a sigh and thought about what had just happened. That hadn't gone as smoothly as you had hoped. Oh, well. Time to question Loki.
You scampered back to the cell room and, just as before, ordered everyone else to leave. You also made sure the cameras could see you but not hear you.
"Have you questioned Stark?" the god asked, noticing your upset expression.
"Yes," you replied. "But right now I need to question you."
"Go on," Loki insisted.
"Have you cast any other spells on me in the past, not including this one?" you asked, eying the god.
"No," he replied simply. No bells.
"If I didn't choose you, would you cast a spell on me?"
"No." No bells.
"Why not?"
"Because, as pathetic and sentimental as it sounds, I would want you to choose me because you want to. I could easily take over your mind and make you mine, but what would the point be? I am not a king; I am a prisoner. I have no need for a queen yet, or anything else a woman could provide me with. Plus, I have fallen for you already, sans any spells. So, if you were to fall for me as well, it would be your doing, not mine," he explained, taking a few steps closer to you.
"Impressive. The God of Lies speaks nothing but the truth," you commented.
Loki chuckled. "It would make very little sense to lie to someone who can detect my lies. I am the one who gave you that spell, remember? It would be completely useless for me to lie now."
"Good point. So you haven't tried to control me, and you really do love me." You began pacing around the room, making sure you had all your bases covered. You stopped moving and looked back at the black-haired man. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"For the rest of today, I can not lie. Ask me all you like, test me, whatever pleases you. You will know if I lie, which I haven't. It's really up to you to decide if I'm trustworthy," he replied.
"Would you lie to me if I hadn't asked you to cast the spell?" you asked.
"Only for your safety." Again, no bells. You gave a small smile.
"I think I'm beginning to trust you," you commented. He returned the smile.
"Will you be mine, then?" he asked.
"I think I will," you accepted, walking towards the cell. Loki waved a hand that temporarily allowed you to enter the cage. Even if the others didn't trust him, you knew you could.
You looked up at him; he was a few inches taller than you. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He placed one hand on the back of your head and the other on your lower back. He brought your face closer to his and you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. You let a small sigh escape as you pulled him closer. His tongue swept over your bottom lip and pressed into your mouth. You accepted the contact and gave another sigh.
He broke the kiss and pulled away, but you could still feel his breath on your mouth.
"Can they see us?" he questioned.
"Yeah, but they can't hear us," you answered. He smirked and kissed you again, enjoying how angry this must be making the Avengers.
"So what are you going to tell the others?" he asked.
"If they try to question me about it, I'll tell them it's my life and I can be with whoever I want. I chose you. They'll just have to deal with that," you replied, looking into the god's eyes. He grinned.
"Good answer."