“Thank you, my Lord.” She stood up and looked up at Loki softly. “It’s a pleasure to serve you and to see you.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? Why should I trust you, Tamara?” he asked, circling around her and looking her up and down.
May 2012
I am Claudia and the plaesure is all mine Loki.
How kind of you to say. Come to join my army, Claudia?
Describe Your Muse and then yourself With A Gif
Jim:
Me:
Qui-Gon:
Me:
Phoenix:
Me:
Justine:
Me:
Muse:
Me:
April 2012
Recruiting for an invasion. Anyone up for some mischief?
kingsslave started following you
Hello. I am Loki.
“My King.” She kneels. “I’m Tamara, I’m your servant.”
Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. Tell me, dear, why serve the god of mischief?
“Because, I want to see my King happy. Or at least with a smile like you’re currently doing. Such a beautiful smile you have there, my Lord.” She smiled and looked up at him. “It would be the biggest honor to serve you, your highness.” She bowed her head lightly, smiling to her king.
“How kind of you,” Loki grinned, tilting his head to the side. “You may stand, Tamara.”
kingsslave started following you
Hello. I am Loki.
“My King.” She kneels. “I’m Tamara, I’m your servant.”
Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. Tell me, dear, why serve the god of mischief?
YOU'RE ADOPTED.
Grabbing a random infant on your way home from the battlefield is not “adoption,” Donald.
"You’re adopted"
Donald’s friend, I assume? How charming.
You suck.
So you are punishing me for something my Father is to blame for?
*snort* This is hardly a punishment. We’re only talking, are we not?
Tony groaned. He’d expected Loki to refuse, he’d seen it coming a mile away.
“Listen, I could have told you I wanted a whole shitload of other really uncomfortable subjects of conversation, Loki. But for both our sake I settled on the phone. Just take the phone. Please.”
He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on each knee, and hung his head in one hand, pushing the hair back from his face with a sigh. “I hate not knowing when I’ll see you again. Sometimes it’s a few days, sometimes it’s a few weeks, Hell, there was a month at one point, and then just now when you randomly appeared on my jet.” He looked up, studying Loki’s sharp features. “So sue me if I want to call the shots sometimes. Besides, through the wonders of my genius, I disabled the GPS.”
He could feel the tilt of the plane shift, which meant they had started their descent, and in Tony’s mind it was like a countdown had begun. He was sure as shit that Loki didn’t intend to walk off this plane with him…
Loki would have argued further, but the way the plane’s descent made his stomach lurch brought him to the realization that they were out of time.
And he really did want the phone.
Telling himself it was only for use as a means for his own ends, he took the phone, flipping it open and studying it curiously. “Fine,” he sighed, snapping it shut and tucking it into his pocket.
Without another word he sunk into floor, dissolving in his own shadow.
Tony shrugged, fumbling for words. “Loki, I don’t know what I want. I want you, I want…” he paused, and the gears turning in his head were practically audible, “I want you to fucking take this so at the very least I can initiate some of our… encounters.” He wasn’t sure what to call their visits anymore, because they were more than visits, but ‘dates’ just seemed incorrect and a little bit awkward. He shrugged the thought off and turned to flip open the briefcase beside him, pulling out a mobile phone nearly identical to his own, save for the gold detailing around the edges.
He held the device out to Loki, waiting for him to take it, his expression flat while internally he was hopeful that Loki would accept his little gift. “I know you’re not big on this shit, but I’m not giving you a choice here. Fair’s fair.”
Loki stared at the device suspiciously, as though it were rigged to explode. “Absolutely not. You can track me with this, can’t you?” he asked, picking it up with two fingers as though it were a dead rodent. He tossed it back to Tony, folding his arm over his chest like a stubborn child. “You made a mistake, teaching me about GPS. And how it’s… ‘standard with every piece of shit on the market,’ as you put it.”
He wanted to take the phone. Often times he would wait weeks between visits, unsure of when he could slip in or if he was welcome (not that it mattered, he could still get inside, it would just be a waste of a trip). He secretly hoped Tony would see right through him, or at least be stubborn enough to force the gift on him anyway.
That very thought had plagued his mind recently. What happened when he had to pick sides? He was an Avenger, a protector of the Earth, a human being. By that logic he should have had no problem making a decision in the matter. But it wasn’t that simple, not by a long shot.
Things had changed on many fronts. Loki visited so often now that it was remarkable that the rest of the team still had no idea. He’d confided in Tony about his nightmares, and while there were little to no details on that topic, the point still remained that Loki let Tony hold him through the cold sweat and heavy breathing until they both fell back to sleep. There was no doubt that they’d become incredibly close over the last few months. Tony cared about Loki, which was in itself an amazing feat, and it made his mind blur at the thought of choosing sides. He had an inkling that this was exactly how Thor felt, conflicted between duty and bond.
His mouth hung open, stuck on an answer. “I-” he started, searching his mind for the words, “I don’t know… I mean, I know how things have changed, sure, they’ve changed monumentally, all this time we’ve been spending together, and me actually giving a shit about this - about us - and caring about someone other than my sorry ass.” Tony had a tendency to ramble when his thoughts weren’t making any sense, and he took a slow, deep breath in an effort to calm his racing mind. “But I mean the first question… I don’t know, Loki.”
Loki sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. This was too much. Hearing Tony say out loud that he cared, it burned, deep inside his chest. He couldn’t get so emotionally invested in this. He had to stop. It needed to end.
Yet Tony wasn’t asking for anything. He just wanted to know what it meant. He wasn’t asking Loki to turn over a new leaf or turn himself in to SHIELD or try to be something he was not. He didn’t issue demands, didn’t give him an ultimatum, didn’t beg him to stop his reign of chaos and pretend that everything is okay.
No. Enough was enough. This was only going to burden the both of them more and more. “What is the point of this, Tony? Do you want more?” he asked bitterly.
Loki, stop flexing your arms. Just... No. Unless you intend on dealing with the consequences.
Oh? Do I need to make another house call?
