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Natasha let out a small sigh and nuzzled into the pillow. She pulled the comforter over her naked body and curled up into it. She didn't want to wake up, not yet. She wanted to stay in her comfy bed and not face reality; not deal with the repercussions of her actions from the night before.

Several minutes later she realized that her need to go to the bathroom could not wait. She groaned and tossed her leg outside the warm covers. She immediately regretted it. Her muscles ached all through her body, focusing on her core.

She let out a groan and pushed herself into sitting position. She figured Loki would find it hilarious how sore she was. Natasha ran her fingers through her hair and looked around. She was in her own room, not Loki's. She looked around and saw that her jumpsuit had been tossed onto her dresser. Guess Loki doesn't like dealing with the morning after talk. She stretched her sore muscles and got up to go to the bathroom. Natasha grinned to herself, she didn't like dealing with the morning after either.

The shower was hot; steam filled the bathroom as she scrubbed her body wash over her sore muscles. She hummed to herself as the cloth ran over her skin. Even though she was sore, she felt amazingly relaxed. The sex had managed to remove all that tension from her body and then some. It had been some time since she had an encounter as fun as that one. Usually it was in and out for her. She got what she needed and then it was over. If it was for a mission then she made it where they would talk-her needs were of no priority.

Natasha turned off the shower and pulled the curtains away. The bathroom was filled with steam as if it were a sauna which just made the woman smile. She dried herself off and then used to towel to wipe a part of the mirror off. Her face immediately fell. She was expecting the little blue marks on her arms and torso: bruises from the god's fingertips. Hell, she was positive there were two huge bruises on her ass from when Loki first grabbed it. But she wasn't expecting the bright red bite mark that was on her left shoulder. She leaned forward and could see the skin around it had bruised.

"Well, no tank tops for a while," she said quietly to herself.

Natasha pushed the button to the elevator and then remembered that it was broken. She shook her head and started for the stairs when she heard it ding behind her. I guess Tony already fixed it. She took the elevator up and waited for the doors to open.

"You act as if you are dying," Thor threw his hands up just as the elevator opened. He turned to see the red head. "Lady Natasha, you are well?"

Natasha furrowed her brow and looked to see Clint holding his stomach in pain. "What happened?!" She stepped out of the elevator and looked around.

"Him!" Clint jerked his head to Loki who was perched on the back of the couch grinning.

"Oh, just because I am enjoying it immensely does not mean it is my doing," Loki smirked.

"Are you all right?" Fury eyed Natasha who had stepped out of the elevator. He was standing by the window with Coulson next to him.

"Why? What's going on?" Natasha eyed him.

"He ate Thor's cooking," Pepper told her from the counter. Jane stood next to her sipping on a soda.

"Cooking. Sure, that's what you call it," Clint groaned as he clutched his stomach.

"We were worried that you had tried Thor's cooking as well," Fury answered Natasha.

"I told you that she didn't," Clint groaned again.

"I can heal you, you know," Loki smirked.

"Nope, I'll just die," Clint shook his head.

Thor looked to Natasha, "As a general rule, I worry when anyone sleeps later than Loki. They are usually sick."

Natasha blinked and pulled out her phone to see the time: 1:08.

"Are you well?" Thor asked.

"Well, she didn't eat your breakfast," Loki quipped.

"It is not that bad," Thor growled.

"Yes it is." The entire room answered him.

Natasha rubbed her temple, "Clint, let him heal you."

"He's not touching me," Clint glared at the god. Loki gave him a seductive wink. "Make that a 'hell no'."

"Loki," Natasha frowned. "Heal him and I will give you….a cookie."

Loki raised his brows. "Um, no."

"So much for the sweets theory," Fury muttered. Coulson sighed and shook his head.

"I'm just going to go vomit in my room," Clint pulled himself up.

Natasha watched him leave. She turned to Loki, "chocolate? Cake? What?"

"I do not have that much of a sweet tooth to get an arrow in my ass," Loki told her.

"I know of several occasions when precisely that has happened," Thor said.

"At least I didn't almost lose my 'thunder' trying to get the last smoked rib," Loki grinned.

"We are not talking about that."

Natasha frowned and then turned to Tony who was sipping his protein shake, "Would you be willing to get several gallons of ice cream?"

Tony shrugged, "yeah, I suppose."

She turned back to see Thor's face turning red as Loki laughed. "Hey, god of stupidity." Both gods furrowed their brows and looked at her. "Oh wow, you both looked."

Loki sighed and shook his head while Thor frowned.

"Ice cream and lots of it?" Natasha tried.

Loki sighed again and hopped off of the couch. "Let's go then."

Natasha grinned and headed after him.

Thor looked around, "I want strawberry."

It was a short ride in silence down to the floor where their rooms were. She headed on out of the elevator and Loki trailed behind her. He hadn't bothered to figure out where the archer resided. They stopped outside of a door and Natasha knocked on it three times. She waited for a minute before trying the handle. It was open and she let the both of them in. Loki chose to lean against the wall as Natasha knocked on the door leading to the bathroom.

"Clint?" She called. She grimaced when she heard Clint emptying his guts in the bathroom. She glanced at Loki who was also grimacing.

"W-what?" Clint called back after a minute of retching.

"I brought Loki," Natasha called to him.

"Good, I need something new to vomit on," Clint wheezed.

Natasha nudged the bathroom door open with her foot and she and Loki saw Clint sitting in front of the toilet, propping himself up with it.

"He can make it stop," Natasha told Clint.

"Sort of," Loki frowned at the smell.

"What do you mean sort of?" Natasha turned.

"It's in his stomach," Loki told her. "I can make it so he's done in five minutes but he's got to expel that from himself."

"So more vomiting," Clint let out a small burp. "Giant 'no' to that."

"It can go out the other way if you prefer," Loki shrugged.

"Are you talking like a binge on Taco Bell?" Clint eyed him.

Loki blinked and looked to Natasha for clarification but she just shook her head. "I mean to expel if from you're a-"

"Okay," Natasha cut Loki off. "But he'd be okay in a couple of minutes?"

Loki eyed him, "three….give or take."

"I don't want to throw up," Clint groaned: the bile was rising fast. He looked over to Natasha and she had that look on his face that meant she was going to give him hell if he didn't agree. He really didn't want Loki anywhere near him, especially didn't want the god doing magic on him. Saliva pooled in his mouth, "Just get it over with."

Loki walked forward and his fingers glowed green.

"No crazy words?" Clint grunted when Loki poked him in the stomach. "Oh I'm so shooting you for that." He grabbed his stomach in pain.

Natasha eyed Clint and then Loki.

"It will hit strong, but it will be over quick," Loki said and headed on out.

"Get some rest," Natasha smiled at Clint and made sure to close both doors when she left. She made it to the elevator just as it arrived for Loki.

"What kind of ice cream did you have?" Loki asked her when the doors shut.

"Chocolate," She answered as she pushed the button to head back to the penthouse.

"I want that," Loki told her.

"I was thinking of having you try Chocolate Chip Mint," She said. "Or possibly Cookie Dough."
"Cookie dough?" Loki furrowed his brow. He'd had cookies and their batter before they were served, but he wasn't sure how that translated to an ice cream.

"What?" Natasha grinned. "Don't trust my judgement?"

Loki smirked, "Not after last night, I don't."

Natasha's grin fell. "Jarvis can hear you."

Loki rolled his eyes, "Not if I don't want him to."

Natasha raised a brow.

"Generally when women say not to speak about it ever again, I get an earful the second we are alone," Loki told her.

Natasha glanced to the floor number and saw that they were stuck between floors: Loki's doing no doubt. "…and generally I get the guy coming back and telling me how he never meant to hurt me."

Loki glanced at her and she caught his eye. They both chuckled.

"A legitimate no-strings-attached," Natasha grinned. "Long over-due."

"That's for sure," Loki flicked his hand and the elevator started to rise again.

Fingers gripped his hair. Loki gritted his teeth as what was left of his scalp screamed in agony. The blood was dripping down his hairline into his face. Blood clouded his vision. He couldn't see the creature in front of him, but that might be a blessing in disguise.

The strange language of the creature was nothing but dull noise against the jagged flesh where his ear had been. Something was shoved across his mouth. It tasted of metal and blood. His tongue flicked over it and he knew it was a dull blade running across the whole of his mouth. He blinked and blood was pushed away, he could see one of the creatures in front of him. It was talking to him. He tilted his head so that he could hear with his good ear.

The blade sliced across his entire mouth. Loki struggled against the creature behind him but it held tight. The blade sawed across Loki's mouth, ripping it open. Blood gushed down the sides of his mouth as well as into his mouth making the god almost choke. But the creatures wouldn't allow that. One final yank and Loki's mouth was ripped open all the way back to his molars. Blood mixed with bile shot through his mouth. The bile stung against his new wounds making the god shudder.

"Silver tongue," the creature spoke in its language. Loki was pulled back against the creature. The creature gripped Loki's hands which were chained behind the god's back. "Silver tongue. Silver tongue." The creature grabbed Loki by the jaw making him cry out. "Where is the silver tongue?"

Its fanged mouth descended on Loki's in a grotesque kiss. Loki pulled back but the creature pushed forward as it pulled Loki's jaw down. Loki's mouth was pulled open as far as it could with his new wounds. The creature's fangs found Loki's tongue and bit down hard. Loki screamed against the pain. He could hear the creature chewing. Hear it slurping up his own blood. It was eating his own tongue while it was still in his mouth.

The creature pulled its head back and Loki could feel the pull and the sickening sound of muscles detaching as his tongue was ripped from his mouth.

Loki jerked up in his bed. His eyes darted wildly around the room as he breathed heavily. He tilted his head and listened into the silence. There were no alarms, no ringing, and no spell alerting him that he was in danger. Loki swallowed against the lump in his throat and glanced at the window: it was closed. After regaining his breath, Loki tossed his covers aside and made his way to the bathroom.

Cold water didn't seem to help. Loki splashed more against his face but every time he closed his eyes he saw that creature. He took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. His eyes had bags underneath them. He sighed and shook his head. Last night was the first time he had gotten any real sleep and it was because he had been exhausted after Natasha.

Loki headed back to his bed but didn't lay down. Instead he stared at it. He knew damn well he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. What was the point of just lying there yet again? Loki sighed and tossed on the sweat pants that the Midgardians had gotten him. Maybe eating the last of the ice cream would distract him from his 'nightmares.'

Loki headed out of his room and to the elevator. He wished these were nightmares. Nightmares were the horrible dreams you would come up with as you slept. Dreams that he used to get as a child. But these were so much worse. They were memories; memories that replayed themselves to him during night. As Thanos' arrival loomed closer, the more the memories seemed to haunt him.

Loki headed out of the elevator. He eyed the window as he passed it. The god knew that no one could see him due to his spell but he decided to stay away from it for the moment. He stopped as he saw Tony and Bruce eyeing Bruce's tablet while sitting at the bar. There was a gallon of ice cream in front of them with several toppings all around the counter. They both looked up as he approached.

"Ice cream?" Tony offered. "I know you were trying to eat your weight in it earlier."

"What kind?" Loki sat on one of the stools. Tony had already started on making him bowl knowing that the god was going to eat whatever they gave him.

"Mint," Tony finished scooping and slid the bowl over to the god. He raised a brow as he noticed that Loki had dark shadows underneath his eyes. Something that wasn't there earlier that evening.

"You all right?" Bruce asked Loki. Loki looked up and within seconds the shadows disappeared.

"What are you working on?" Loki asked instead of answering.

Tony cleared his throat. "It's the same thing as before," He pointed to the tablet. "We think we have it down know minus a few kinks. Should have it up and running by tomorrow hopefully."

"Kinks?" Loki asked.

Bruce tapped the screen with his stylus, "the program registered a surge in magical energy about twenty minutes ago. Not sure what that was about-"
"That was me." Loki looked down and started to eat his ice cream.

"Then there's one less kink," Tony grinned. "Yay us!"

Bruce frowned and eyed the god. "What were you doing, a spell?"

Loki glanced up, "meditating."

"At two in the morning?" Tony blinked. "I'd fall asleep."

"I prefer not to be bothered. Thor likes to bother me in the daytime," Loki said simply.

Both scientists paused.

Tony shook his head, "Can you imagine him in the lab?"

"I can," Bruce scratched the back of his neck. "Because he came in one day. Wanted to know what delta meant and what the 'strange liquids' were. He poked everything."

Loki smiled, "You have to set up traps to make him stop."

"Traps?" Tony asked.

"I put a spell on my bag because he kept getting into it," Loki explained. "So if anyone but me opens it they aren't going to be happy about it."

"Loki's bag of tricks," Tony nodded.

Loki raised a brow, "Did Thor tell you about that?"

"No," Tony shook his head. "Common knowledge. By the way, have you googled yourself yet?"

"Googled?" Loki blinked.

"No," Bruce shook his head. "No googling."

"So you know of the bag?" Loki asked them and they both nodded. "Then maybe I can see if I won the bet."

"What bet?" Bruce frowned.

"Thor, Sif, the warriors three and I made a bet when we visited Midgard about 500 years ago or so," Loki told them.

"You visited here before?" Tony raised a brow.

Loki nodded, "It was a lying competition."
"Of course it was," Bruce grinned.

"Thor tried to convince everyone that vegetables were bad for them, he failed." Loki listed off. "Sif tried to convince them that anyone who lay with me would die because I would kill them….That one eventually failed."

Tony laughed and scooped more ice cream for himself.

"I told everyone there was a monster in this Loch," Loki told them.

Bruce choked on his ice cream. "The Loch ness monster?"

"You are an evil bastard," Tony grinned.

"So that one took?" Loki smirked.

"What about the others?" Bruce asked.

"Volstagg tried to convince them they needed to feed him to keep the gods happy," Loki smirked. "and Hogun told everyone that Sif was a Nymph."

"Didn't get too far?" Bruce grinned.

"Sif threatened to stick her sword down someone's throat within an hour," Loki laughed. "But Fandral's lie was the worst."

"What was his?" Tony grinned.

"So the ass was mad at me because he had gotten drunk a fortnight before this," Loki scooped some more ice cream. "In jest, I try to get him to steal my father's horse."

Bruce's smile faltered slightly.

"Apparently, me telling him how beautiful the animal was didn't lead him to stealing it and he now blames me for 'convincing' him to lay with a horse." Loki dumped a lot of sprinkles on his ice cream and didn't notice the two scientists glancing at each other. "So, to get back at me he tells the villagers that I had lain with a horse as a female horse." Loki took a bite. "And that's not the worst part."

"Let me guess," Tony said. "He told everyone you mothered an eight legged horse."

Loki stopped dead and his eyes widened.

"Glad to know that one isn't true," Bruce snorted into his ice cream.

"I am going to murder him," Loki snarled viciously.

Tony laughed. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. Both Bruce and Tony stared at him.

"Okay, I can make fun because he can't kill me as far as I know," Bruce said. He glanced to Loki who shrugged.

"Do you have any other kids?" Tony laughed. "Because our legends say you have a ton. And I think they are all animals."

Loki blinked, "That's why Tasha was asking if I had kids."

Tony laughed again.

Loki glared at him, "You're lucky I like you."

"Better warn Pepper," Bruce smirked.

Loki tossed his arm around Bruce, "Why? It's more fun to bother you."

Loki collapsed onto the bed. He didn't even bother to take his pants off or to climb under the blankets. It would be a futile effort. There was no chance he was going to fall back asleep. Not when that creature stared at him every time he closed his eyes. Not when he could still hear his tongue being chewed on. He stared at the ceiling. Stared at it like he had for so many nights before.

Tom Hiddleston confirmed that Loki had been in a Hell when he was gone between Thor and the Avengers. In my head, he hid on the outskirts until Thanos found out about a powerful sorcerer in his realm. Then he 'convinced' Loki to work for him.

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