The Adventures of Aunt Darcy and Uncle Loki
Loki, I Think This Is the Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship
Chapter II: The New Pet Supervillain
Nick Fury and Phil Coulson Decide to Not Kill Loki… for Now
Loki tilted his head as he looked at the ruined building in Washington D.C. "Are you sure SHIELD is in there?"
"It was when I last spoke to Director Fury," Thor said as he tapped his umbrella against the ground, "And could you have chosen something a bit less conspicuous than your witch costume?"
Loki looked down at his all black suit and black, leather long coat. "This is not a witch costume. This is me being inconspicuous."
Thor looked skyward and the clouds began to darken.
"Please don't hit me with lightning again. You know it makes Mother upset."
A black van drove up beside the two brothers. The side door slid open to reveal a smiling Phil Coulson. "Welcome back to Earth, gentlemen."
Loki looked at Coulson, then at Thor, and then back at Coulson. "I am fairly certain I killed you."
Coulson shrugged. "You did. Now I'm not. I'll explain on the way."
Nick Fury was not happy to see them. "Thor, you have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't shove your brother out of my office window.”
Without missing a beat, Thor said, "He was brainwashed just like your agents were. He's here to help Midgard."
Fury raised an eyebrow and looked between the two brothers. "I'm not seeing any of that blue junk in his eyes. I'm extending this to a minute meeting."
Coulson took a seat, but kept his eyes on the two Asgardians.
Loki was about to speak, when Thor smacked him on the chest. "My brother is... not an innocent by any means. He has done harm to this and other realms. He should make amends for what he has done just as I have been doing the past two years. The All-Father has given his permission for Loki to help serve the residents of Midgard as a penance for his crimes as you, Director Fury, see fit. I told him you were a man of wisdom and honor."
Fury motioned around him to the non-descript, rented office. "I'm not the director of anything anymore."
“I see you found out about your HYDRA problem,” Loki said.
“Yeah. We’re working on it,” Nick said.
"It is unfortunate," Thor said, "Are the Avengers disbanded as well?"
"No. They've been keeping busy on their own."
Thor brightened. "Indeed? Well, we shall work with them!"
"Hold it, Thor! Hold it right there. I may not be the director of SHIELD anymore, but I do care about a few of those people and tolerate the others. The Avengers are not running some sort of therapy service," Fury said.
"I don't know. The father issues alone with that group make me a prime candidate..." Loki said.
"Loki, you have thirty seconds to prove to me your brains are not going to be my new wall decoration. What do you have to offer that no one else on the Avengers can?"
"My charming personality," Loki said.
Fury pulled out his gun. "Twenty-five seconds."
Loki sighed and rubbed his forehead. "The scepter I wielded and the Tesseract are both items known as Infinity Stones. They were made by a powerful being (or beings) before the universe began. Unimaginable power in six individual stones. Whoever captured me is trying to collect them all so they can take over or destroy the universe."
"What do you mean 'whoever' captured you?"
Loki shrugged. "Just as your agents told you, parts of the mind control block out the actual experience of it. It takes time to regain. I already know that they exist at some sort of physical level but..." he waved his hand, "... it is not coming easily."
Fury looked over at Thor. "Is he bullshitting me?"
Thor stroked his beard. "No. He is not. I can understand why the helmet he is fond of might confuse you..."
"Are you really going to start this up again, bird brain?" Loki said.
"Enough," Nick said, "Is he lying to me, Thor?"
"No, he is not lying about this. The Infinity Stones are a great and terrible power. There are only a handful of the living who have as much knowledge of the Stones and their power as my brother. If we do not find out who seeks the Stones, the very universe itself might be destroyed."
Nick put away his gun. “Gentlemen, you had my curiosity. Now you have my attention. Talk.”
Pepper Potts Impresses Loki
Loki poured himself a drink from Tony’s bar as he waited for Thor to finish greeting Jane in another room. That was firmly on the list of things Loki did not want to know about. The Avengers were supposed to be out of this area for the next few minutes.
The trickster sipped the brown liquid and hummed in appreciation. “Passable.”
“I should hope so. It’s a thirty-year-old scotch,” Pepper said.
Loki laughed. “Good afternoon, Ms. Potts. How are you this fine day?” He noted her hands had begun to glow red.
“It was okay until the guy who nearly killed my fiancé showed up in my apartment,” Pepper said.
He took another sip of scotch. “Yes, but Stark was in my way.”
“You have five seconds to leave before I call in Tony.”
“Please, no lies, Ms. Potts,” Loki said as he walked out from around the bar, “Your watchdog, JARVIS, has already called in Stark. Frankly, I do not see the point as it is obvious you can take care of yourself.”
“Excuse me?” Pepper said as she tightened her hands into fists.
“The power within you. What have you been up to in the year I have been gone?” Loki said. He smirked as he took another sip. “This is going to be more fun than I expected.”
Thor entered the room with a pissed-off Tony Stark (in full armor), Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis. “What are you doing here?” Tony demanded as he aimed to blast Loki.
“Taking you up on your offer of a drink,” Loki said as he toasted to Stark. He drank the rest of the scotch in one-gulp and put aside the glass. “I was hoping it would intoxicate me, but, alas, it is rather impotent.”
“Enough,” Thor said, “I have brought Loki here to help the Earth, not to bring up old grudges.”
“It’s been a year. I don’t think it counts as old,” Tony said.
The punch from Jane Foster was not entirely unexpected to Loki. “That was for New York.”
Loki laughed, clearly unaffected by the punch. “I like her. Are all Midgardian women as entertaining as the several who have tried to kill me so far?”
“You haven’t even said hi to my taser yet,” Darcy said as she held up her weapon.
“Ah, yes. I have heard of you, Ms. Lewis. I am afraid that will not have much effect on me. Thor was only human when you hit him with your mortal lightning,” Loki said.
Darcy nodded her head. “Fair point. I think I’ll test it out.’
Loki hit the floor from the shock of the taser. Darcy fist pumped to the sky and spun around. “Two gods down! I should get a medal or something.”
“Darcy…” Thor warned.
“Yes?” Darcy said.
Loki put his hands on Darcy’s shoulders and spun her around. “That… was not a bad hit.” He patted her shoulders. “Aren’t you a delightful, devious darling? I like you too. I’ll kill you last. I am starting to see why you are so fond this realm, brother.”
“Will someone please tell me why mad, bad, and dangerous to know is not killing all of us?” Tony said.
Loki smiled and let go of Darcy. “I’m going to need another drink for that story.”
“So… we’re supposed to forgive and forget the whole taking over the world thing?” Tony said after Thor explained why Loki was on Earth.
“Or the mind control?” Clint added.
“Or killing Coulson, albeit temporarily?” Steve said.
“I certainly would not,” Loki said before sipping his drink, a twenty-year-old bourbon this time.
Thor glared at his brother. “You are not making this easier for yourself.”
“I fail to see how I can make it worse,” Loki said, “I hardly consider helping the planet I tried to rule a pleasant prospect.”
“Would you prefer your cell?” Thor said.
Loki pretended to think before being smacked in the stomach by Thor. “Watch the bourbon!”
“It is not even beginning to intoxicate you!” Thor protested.
“But it is the only enjoyable thing about this whole little get together,” Loki said, “Particularly with Dr. Banner sitting across from me. I would rather not meet your counterpart with anything approaching sobriety ever again.”
Bruce smiled politely. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t need to come out for me to take care of you.”
Loki downed his bourbon and immediately poured himself another drink, a ten-year-old whiskey.
“You lowering your standards there, water buffalo?” Tony said.
“Rapidly,” Loki said. He winced. “Not a pleasant burn. Yes, my standards are lowered. I expected a bit more deviousness from this group as the Black Widow is included.”
“How so?” Natasha said.
“You are missing a golden opportunity to use me: the man who tried to destroy you,” Loki said, “Our goals are aligned. I am under the threat of constant smiting. Not to mention every single one of you would kill me in an instant if given the chance. Why not use me? Do as you see fit? Even Thor would kill me if I crossed certain lines, correct?”
Thor nodded gravely. “There are some things I cannot allow to happen.”
“You see? Even my advocate has limits,” Loki said.
“Are you even sorry for any of the crap you did?” Bruce asked.
Loki thought for a moment. “Yes.” He turned to Natasha. “Ms. Romanoff, I apologize for the ‘mewling quim’ comment. I am a supervillain, not an asshole. I should have said something like ‘Thou art a boil, a plague sore’ or ‘Thy tongue out venoms all the worms of Nile.’ Insulting you based on your reproductive organs was contemptible.”
Natasha did not react or say anything for a moment. “…Apology accepted.”
Loki leaned back. “Otherwise, no. What happened a year ago was the result of mind control and I intend to do my penance for the results of my actions. I am not sorry for surviving a creature who has no hesitation about destroying an entire planet just because it is there.”
The group was silent… until Steve said, “Wait a second. You quoted Shakespeare earlier. How the Hell have you read Shakespeare?”
Loki grinned. “Do you really think last year was the first time I ever visited Midgard?”
Thor nodded. “Loki and I have been to Earth before. It has just been many years since we visited.”
“A few centuries since you visited. I have been here quite often,” Loki said.
“Which is why I was confused by your ‘Shakespeare in the park’ comment, Stark. I did not think one of the fellows I had drinks with several hundred years ago would be a person of common knowledge,” Thor said.
“He is the most famous writer in our world. His works are some of the most published in history,” Darcy said.
“Billy? Really?” Loki said, “I would not have guessed. I just thought he wrote rather raunchy plays and was handsy fellow.”
“Oh, fifty-seven academics just punched the air,” Tony said.
“I do believe we are off-topic,” Thor said.
“Yeah. Can I remind you that your brother’s actions have killed how many hundreds of people?” Bruce said.
Thor looked down sadly. “He’s adopted.”
“Hey, not to side with Hot Topic over here, but being adopted still makes you family,” Tony said, “You don’t get to just dismiss him because he’s adopted, even if he did try to take over the world.”
Thor looked up in confusion. “I am not referring to his attempt to take over Midgard, Stark. I am referring to how ineffectually it was done.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “I was working off of no sleep and a year of almost non-stop torture. You must forgive me for not living up to the family standards.”
“Family standards?” Pepper asked.
“Yes,” Thor said, “Our family comes from mighty warriors. Our grandfather, Bor, defeated many dark forces. Our father united the Nine Realms in peace, but had to fight many battles to get there. If Loki was not doing this to our allies, he would be following their footsteps.”
“Wow… that is some imperialist garbage you just spewed out there,” Darcy said.
“Imperialist?” Thor asked.
Steve clarified. “It is when empires try to control other people through diplomacy or warfare.”
“Asgard is not an empire,” Thor said.
“Does Asgard receive tribute?” Darcy asked.
“Comes in and settles disputes whether they were asked to or not?”
“Of course. We are here to defend others.”
“Yeah, Thor. That smells suspiciously of imperialism.”
Thor stroked his beard. “I do not think so, but I will be more than willing to discuss this later. I wish to learn more.”
“No problem. I am always up for a rousing discussion about politics,” Darcy said, “Besides, I could always tase you into agreeing with me.”
Thor laughed. “I am the God of Thunder, Darcy. Loki may be susceptible, but I am not.”
The “God of Thunder” was knocked-out cold by Darcy’s taser.
Thor could feel Loki and Jane shaking him. “I’m awake.”
“Are you hurt?” Loki asked.
“No. Merely a headache,” Thor said.
Loki could hold back no longer. He laughed until he collapsed onto the floor. Every time he looked at Thor, Loki would laugh even harder.
“How long was I out?” Thor asked.
“Two minutes,” Jane said.
“That is strange,” Thor said. Jane helped him up. “Lady Darcy, you are still a formidable opponent! I do not know why your weapon affects me so, but I am glad to know you are on my side!”
Darcy was turning a deep red color from blushing. “Ummm… I think I broke your brother though.”
Loki continued to try to collect himself, but had only succeeded to getting to his knees. He had begun to cry from laughter.
“Is he always like this?” Pepper asked.
“Only on good days,” Thor said, smiling brightly. He helped Loki to his feet.
“Your FACE,” Loki snorted.
“I am not sure I like this,” Steve said, “This is… disconcerting.”
“So, what are we going to do about Mischief over there?” Tony asked.
“He could stay in Thor’s apartment until he’s earned our trust more,” Pepper said.
Tony gasped. “Traitor!”
“No. Thor and Loki act like you and Rhodey. If you can turn your life around, why can’t someone else do the same?” Pepper said.
Tony pouted. “Fine. But I’ll fry him if he tries to take over the world, goes outside without permission, breathes too loudly, etc.”
“He will not be in public. He is here to provide information about magical threats to this realm. Don’t worry,” Thor said as he slapped Loki’s back, “He won’t be fighting with us.”
The plan lasted for a grand total of twelve hours. Dr. Doom showed up and he had never fought another magic user before, had he?
Loki brushed dirt off his hands after having soundly beaten Dr. Doom in thirty seconds. “If that is all you had to face before me, I am even more ashamed of my defeat. That was rather pathetic.”
The Avengers agreed to let Loki go on occasional missions after that… occasionally… every once in a while.
Okay, maybe it was every other time.
The Hulk and the Puny God
The Hulk saw the puny god punch a soldier trying to shoot the Hulk. Hulk patted the puny god on the head. “No smash now.”
Loki nearly fainted.
Clint Barton, You Know, The Farmer?
Clint could not wait to tell Laura about the Hulk patting Loki on the head like a puppy. Hawkeye drove his truck up to his mailbox and checked to see if Laura had had a chance to get it. He froze.
Something was weird. Super weird. The air did not feel the same. Clint got out of the truck and looked around, seeing nothing, but sensing something.
When he turned back around, Loki was leaning against the hood of Clint’s truck. “If I wanted to harm them, do you not think I would have done it before I attacked New York?”
Clint put back his knife. “Yeah… or you could be playing a long con.”
Loki smirked. “I could, but I fail to see the use of harming your family in any situation.” He motioned towards the gate. “Consider this a peace offering.”
Hawkeye looked around. “You do realize I own this farm, right?”
The trickster rolled his eyes. “I meant the spell.” With the wave of his hand, Loki showed a blue shield surrounding the farm and made it disappear again. “You and your wife can now keep out or remove any unwanted visitors.”
“Let me guess, except you.”
“No. Also me.”
Clint motioned towards the fence. “Do you mind demonstrating?”
Loki sighed and braced himself. He reached out with one finger…
He was immediately thrown back twenty feet, landing on his back. “Damn. That hurt,” Loki groaned. He pulled himself up. “Was that a satisfactory demonstration?”
Barton laughed. He kept laughing as he drove up to the farm and greeted his family. Laura laughed even harder than he did.
By the time he had talked to Natasha on the phone about what happened, Clint told Laura, “Eh. Maybe I won’t shoot him in the eye next chance I get. Second chance, maybe…”
Tony Stark and the Void
Tony patted the finished arm of his suit. Not bad in a day's... okay, days' work. He rubbed his eyes as he saw it was three in the morning. Pepper had not bothered dragging him to bed, so he had only been up for... maybe thirty hours? Not too bad. Not as bad as it had been before Christmas.
He walked out to the kitchen and looked in the fridge for some fruit.
"Feeling a bit peckish?" Loki said from a dark corner of the kitchen.
Tony threw the closest thing at hand: an apple.
It bounced off Loki's head and into his hand. Loki brushed the apple against his shirt and took a bite. "Is this a Fuji?"
"Pink lady, actually," Tony said. He took out a bag of pre-washed blueberries. "Do you lurk in my kitchen every night?"
"As it is, in fact, the Avengers' kitchen, no."
"I paid for it." Tony threw a blueberry at Loki. The trickster caught it in his mouth. "Bastard."
Loki shrugged. "Not all can be as talented as I am." He continued eating.
"Don't feed me your crap. What are you doing?"
"Same as you. Not sleeping."
"Yeah." Tony ate another blueberry. "Nightmares?"
Loki took another bite from his apple rather than answer.
"That bad, huh?" Tony said.
Another bite from the apple and Loki threw it in the trash.
Tony sat on the counter, letting his legs dangle over the side. "I get it. Before I got a kick in the ass last Christmas, I didn’t sleep at all. I kept having nightmares about space. Not the dark. It was the silence. I didn't understand what silence was until I went up there. You think you do when you're by yourself but it’s..."
"Vast and contained. Something the mind should never comprehend," Loki said. He sat on the counter next to Tony, his feet not quite reaching the floor. "It becomes so cold all you feel is heat. It breaks a part of you."
"And you are left putting back together the pieces, never quite fitting right again, jagged edges cutting you again and again and again."
They fell silent.
"Have you found it to be getting better?" Loki asked some time later.
"Since Christmas, yeah, but there are still bad nights. I don't think you get better from this sort of thing. You just become... different. Maybe stronger. Definitely stranger."
Loki smirked. "And here I thought we were a strange pair already."
"Yeah." Tony smacked Loki's back and they became quiet again.
“Hey, Loki, can I ask you something?” Tony said.
“Do you own anything that doesn’t make you look like you popped out of a cheesy fantasy novel or a bad sci-fi film?”
Loki laughed, feeling the darkness receded for a moment. “I see no need to.”
“Yeah, well, if you were a bit more approachable, maybe we could get you a nice girlfriend or boyfriend… or a horse.” Tony chuckled.
Loki blinked. “Is that an Earth saying?”
“No. It’s… dude, have you not heard the story of how you got the walls of Asgard built AND got Odin an eight-legged horse?”
“You mean Sleipnir? Yes, I won him for father. I played a rather tense game of dice with some of my vital organs as collateral. Of course, I might have… weighed the dice a little in my favor.”
Tony giggled (though he would say it was a chuckle). “Dude, that is not the story we got down here.”
By the time Tony had finished the story, Loki was utterly embarrassed and horrified. “I would do no such thing! How? What? Who would tell such a horrible tale?”
“I don’t know, man. Whoever it is hated your guts.”
Loki bent over, appearing nauseous. “Swear you will never tell Thor.”
Tony put his hand over his heart. “I promise.”
And Tony kept his promise. Clint was the one who told Thor.
After that night, Tony started the trend of giving Loki quirky t-shirts. The first one from Tony said, “Good morning, I see the assassins have failed.”
The next one was from Bruce which said, “I am why we can’t have nice things.”
Dr. Bruce Banner and the Monster
Thor came into the lab with a cut over his eyebrow and bruises up and down his bare arms.
"What happened?" Jane asked as she looked him over.
"Loki and I were following a lead on where an Infinity Stone might be. The good news is that we found it in a place called Kamar-Taj. Unfortunately, it is protected by a group of sorcerers."
Bruce took off his glasses. "The Earth has magic users?"
"Indeed. Some of them are more powerful than Loki... which is why we are here."
"You are probably going to need help from Asgard for your back up," Bruce said.
"We are not going after the Stone... for now. I do not believe their leader, the Ancient One, is... malicious. I do not trust her," Thor said, "She reminds me far too much of my father only she does not have someone like my mother to remind the Ancient One of the purpose of power. The Ancient One has lived far longer than any human can without tapping into darker powers or stealing a golden apple from Asgard."
"And you are leaving the Infinity Stone with her?" Jane said.
"If whatever dark power gathering the Stones tries to take the Eye of Agamotto, they will be in for an unpleasant surprise," Thor said. He sighed deeply. "Alas, dearest Jane, that is not the end of my story or why I am here. The Ancient One temporarily stripped Loki of all magic and so his... birth form is on display. He desires no one see him and I came to warn you to avoid his rooms. He has reacted strongly against me staying with him and I doubt he will let anyone else near him."
"His Frost Giant form, right?" Jane said.
"Indeed. I told him it was no more frightening to me than when he first wakes up the morning, but he did not find it amusing," Thor said. He sighed again. "I do not wish him to be alone with his thoughts right now. His mind does not dwell easily on his heritage and he refuses my help to see he is not a monster in his birth form. Monsters are created by actions, not by their fearsome appearance."
Bruce groaned as he knew what Thor would say next. "Damn it, Thor. I am not talking with your brother."
Dr. Banner adjusted his glasses as he walked towards Loki room. Thor was hard to say "no" to when he looked like a kick puppy.
Bruce heard rather than saw Darcy first. "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves/Everybody's nerves/Yes, on everybody's nerves./I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves./And this is how it goes.../I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves."
"Uh... why are you serenading Loki?" Bruce asked.
Darcy sat across the hallway from Loki's apartment as she knitted a scarf. "I saw him when he came in. He was upset and so Thor was upset. I'm trying to get him to talk to Thor."
"I think he can be a little upset," Bruce said.
"Yeah, but not to the point of telling Thor they were never brothers and never would be. That's just a jackass move."
Bruce blinked. "Thor didn't mention that."
"I doubt he would. It doesn't matter how much you're in pain. You don't hurt family like that.” Darcy continued her singing. “I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves/Everybody’s nerves…."
Loki slammed the door open. "Cease that infernal racket!"
Darcy looked Loki up and down. “Okay, so you’re blue. You look like a demoniacally possessed Smurf, but those things are evil anyway,” Darcy said.
Loki huffed. "Darling, leave before I make you."
Darcy settled back against the wall. "You'll have to make me."
Bruce stepped between the two. "I think you should go inside, Loki. Darcy, I'll take care of this, okay?"
"Sure, doc. Hey, Loki, say hi to the Na'vi for me."
Bruce shoved Loki into the apartment before the trickster could do anything. Loki leapt away from Banner’s touch.
"Do not lay hands on me if you want to live," Loki said.
"Uh huh. Yeah. I'm not too worried about a threat from you."
Loki sighed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping himself in it, covering his face as he sat down on the couch. "My skin causes frostbite down to the bone."
"Huh. Interesting." Bruce sat down in the chair across from Loki. "Is it just you or all the Frost Giants?"
"Frost Giants. It is how I discovered I was one.”
"Makes sense. If you are living in a frozen wasteland and have adapted to environment while also dealing with invaders from planets that are not an Arctic tundra… it's a good defense mechanism."
Loki said dryly, "I'm glad my deadly skin is fascinating to you, Doctor Banner."
"You know, if you said you have the skin of a killer, I would have to question what you have been watching in your free time."
Loki peeked out of the blanket. "What in the world are you referring to?"
"I have to show you Twilight. It is one of my guilty pleasures."
"This is terrible," Loki said.
"Are you referring to the movie or the beer?"
"Both," Loki said, "Who thought sparkly skin was terrifying?"
"It's not supposed to be terrifying. It's supposed to be romantic."
Loki snorted. "He stalks her and wants to eat her. Hardly romantic."
Bruce shrugged. "It's through the lens of being a teenage girl. You are the center of attention and can be protected by someone no one else can control. It's just like playing an overpowered character in a video game and can defeat all enemies. It's a type of power fantasy.”
"But this relationship is certainly not healthy."
Loki drank some more beer. "Am I supposed to reveal my deep-seated insecurities or something?"
"I'm a doctor, but not that kind of doctor," Bruce said, "But I do get it, not wanting the people you love to see the deadly side of you. It doesn't give you the right to be an ass about it."
Loki tightened the blanket around himself, not responding to the comment.
The next day, Loki was back to his "normal" non-blue self, sulking around the tower and glaring at anyone who interrupted his reading. Thor tossed a pillow at Loki's head. The younger glared at the elder. "Don't think I won't turn you into a frog again, brother."
"Really, brother?" Thor said, smirking as he launched another pillow at his sibling.
Loki tackled Thor and broke a table. Stark stepped over the two as they play-fought. "This is why we can't have nice things," Tony muttered.
The two stopped when Thor began bleeding. Loki brushed off the glass and healed the wound. "Sorry, for the cut... and what I said yesterday," Loki said quietly.
"You are forgiven," Thor said before slapping Loki on the back, "Horns."
"Feathers," Loki said as he elbowed Thor.
That was when Bruce bought the t-shirt.
Natasha Romanoff and a Child at Prayer
The Avengers were having a game night. Specifically, Mafia. It was a game where one player was the Narrator, a few players were killers, a couple less police, a few less were medical support, and the rest were bystanders. Everyone tried to guess who the killers were. If the group agreed on who the killer was, that person was executed whether they were the killer or not.
Loki was executed first. Every. Single. Time.
The only balm for this wound was that Natasha was the second to be executed. Every. Single. Time.
The two sat outside the circle, watching the accusations and deaths become more and more elaborate and bizarre.
"I rather admire the disturbing depths of Rogers' mind," Loki said, "This all seems rather morbid with our combined body count."
"I am sure your ledger is dripping."
"It's gushing red," Loki confirmed, rolling his eyes at the reference.
Natasha tilted her head towards Thor. "He's got red in his ledger too, doesn't he?"
Loki winced. "In service to a liar and a killer. Our battles in the past..." He waved his hand. "We have both been reevaluating the stories we have been told since we were children."
"Hmmm... sounds like you two are growing up."
Thor fell to the floor in a dramatic heap when he was told he was killed by piranhas with laser eyes.
"No. Never that. I love my brother; love is for children."
"I can respect that." Natasha held up her glass. "To being children."
Loki clicked the glass. "To being children."