They went silent, Loki looking down at his crossed arms.
He had seemed so detached from the telling of his history, flat voice only hitting a few breaks.
"You can send me back to SHIELD now." Loki's red eyes only fall a little higher, at the table in front of him. His eyebrows press down, he brings his gaze up just an inch. "Say something." Please.
"I think...Loki, that we're just a little in shock. We didn't know it was like that. Thor never told us..." The captain looks away from the god, avoiding the look not even directed at him.
"What time would he have, to tell you? There's no time to set aside for me, for those disgusting like me. He shouldn't have told you this, he is too good for this."
Not noticing the stares stone set on him, the rest puzzled over the fact that Loki had defended Thor, at the expense of himself.
Tony breathes, "Hey, Lokes-"
"Do not call me that."
"Alright, Loki, I know you're in a bad place right now..."
The air almost snaps with the intensity Loki whips his eyes toward the Iron Man. He sneers, "Oh, believe me Stark, that I have been in much darker places."
He lets go of Gungnir.
The cold of the universe envelops him.
"And it's darker within me."
Pulling himself up from the chair, he sneers. They all stare at him with worry, and it makes him so angry. How dare they? He doesn't need their pity.
Loki shoves the table, right into Stark's chest on the opposite end.
Stalking away, he hears swearing as they realize the mess he's made.
His jaw clenches.
"Yeah, it's some bullshit. I'll talk to you later Maria, these boys are going to fall into anarchy unless I get back to it. Love you." Natasha sighs as she tosses her phone onto her bed.
That conversation with Loki could have gone a lot smoother. He'd stormed off after sounding so stereotypically evil, and it definitely didn't ease any worries from the team. The drama could be a bit much, and calling a friend hadn't helped at all. If anything, it only brought attention to the flaws in this unfavorable situation.
Groaning, the spy leaves her room. Her stomach won't stop winding itself, feeling like a jack-in-the-box, with a violent spring. Walking around the city might ease those knots.
She rubs her closed eyes, straining to rid of her headache, succeeding only in worsening the compressed pounding on her skull.
Which leaves her unprepared to see Loki sitting in the living room.
"Romanoff."
"Loki." She shifts, far from comfortable, and Loki smirks at the knowledge, that she's dropped the mindset of her training.
"So suprised?"
"To see a sulking god in my spot? Yes. Move it buddy."
He stares in confusion. "Pardon?"
"You're in my spot." Raising an eyebrow, she shoves him from the end of the couch and plops down.
This was... Not the confrontation he had in mind. The man rearranges his awkward posture he'd been thrown in, before frowning.
"I don't supposed it crossed your mind that this god could kill you with a snap of his fingers?"
"Oh, it did. But everyone knows you don't take my end of the couch." Grabbing the remote, she brings the TV to life.
"What in Odin's name is this?!" Alarmed, Loki draws back from the flickering screen.
Natasha nearly howls with laughter, "It's just a TV, Lo."
He pauses in his digust for the images on the unknown screen, barely turning his head to her. "Do not call me that."
"'Kay, just relax," She chuckles, flipping through the channels.
This seemed an environment he would never adjust to.
Well, holy shit, I'm not dead. Hey guys, just wanted to clue u in on the delay- I'm sadly, not in the fandom anymore. Tragic, I know. It's just a little hard to work with these characters when you don't have a connection, y'know? Ill try to finish it, or at least bring it to a point where someone else can. Love you nerds ~