Turns out you cannot do a prompt series without any prompts. At any rate, it is terribly difficult. Interesting challenge, though. And you know how much I like an interesting challenge. Also fluff. I like fluff.
This story takes place in three different storylines, set in the past, the present, and the future. Where Loki is both winning, losing, and has another terribly impractical escape plan.
I do not own the Avengers films - I haven't even seen them!
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Present
Loki looked around at the avengers spread out on the main floor of Stark Tower, or the Avengers' Tower, whichever you'd prefer, defeated, awaiting him to either gloat, murder them in cold blood, or most likely; both. Loki decided to do the unexpected, and just went out the door. Nobody saw that coming.
"What was up with that?" Tony looked up from where he was tied up on his own floor, having been divested of his Iron man suit. Bruce, bound with magical bounds keeping the Hulk away, looked unsurprisingly peaceful. "No doubt, we will find out soon enough".
Pepper was there too, but just as unsurpringly, she didn't speak. She was scared. Natasha, however, did not seem to share in the sentiment, and her silence seemed to be more about her being pissed off than scared. "I don't like it" Clint and Steve said with one voice.
"We are stuck here though, for now" Tony noted, sighing. He wasn't good with waiting. And the sun was rising again, before the newly successfull supervillain returned.
Loki stood just out of sight, in the pale dawn light, his heart clenching. He was watching Pepper. She had been so kind to him, when he had been captured by the pathetic little group of Earth heroes last year, and he had almost allowed himself to hope... but no. It was only pity, he could see that now.
She clearly held no affection for him, that much was clear, so it had only been pity, when she had come to his room, his cell, offering him the choise of eating instead of getting force fed that ridicolous goo of nutrients every few days. It had been disgusting, and humiliating too to add to that.
But Pepper had been kind to him. She had even brought him tea - Loki loved tea. After Pepper had figured that out - and she was very quick to - she would bring by cups randomly to his cell, along with instructions how to get Jarvis to show the strange contraptions called "films" on an empty wall and offering to bring him books. The AI could project those, too, but Loki much preferred the actual things, and she had obliged. She had been kind to him, and he liked her.
Now though, now she was just scared of him, lying curled up on the floor of Stark Tower after the night and hoping he wouldn't return. He had thought they might be friends some day, but no. This was not... it had only been pity. Not warmth, not friendship... nor anything else. Only pity. And it made his heart clench.