Chronicles Of A Mischief Maker II

Just Talk (Fluff)

I clapped and cheered as the room groaned, I dragged all my black cards into myself "How does the sweetest Avenger have the darkest sense of humor?" Nat asked. Bruce laughed "Because she's not sweet" he teased, I flipped him off while making it rain black Cards Against Humanity pieces.  Wanda began picking everything up and straightening it out "Well I am beat for the evening," she said. Everyone huffed as I sighed "Wait, c'mon, I'm gonna be up so late because of the Austrailia mission," I whined. Steve rustled my head "Sorry kid, not all of us have the day off tomorrow" I arched a brow "Another one tomorrow?" he nodded "Bright and early" he gave me a thumbs up before walking away. I glanced up at my brother "Bruce?" he shook his head "Sorry kid but we're still on for movies tomorrow right?" he asked. I nodded back, waving at everyone else, I stood to straighten up when I saw the Asgardians sitting in the living room. I smiled "You boys want to hang?" I asked "Only if you can keep up," Thor answered as I took the dishes to the kitchen. 

I can hear the littlest bit of whispering between them while I wash the few glasses from the party, I then hear the smallest exchange of slaps upon fine leather. I turn as Thor stands and walks over "Actually I shall be retiring for the evening, I'm quite tired," he said. I tilted my head "You sure? You talked of a big game" I teased, he only laughed and stared off at Loki for a moment "Have a wonderous evening you two" he said. I nodded cooly feeling more relaxed at the lack of others, being alone with Loki was nice, there was a freeing feely to talking to a criminal, kinda makes anything you do seem minute, you know? 

I turned and shrugged "Shall we keep this going with some arboreal delights?" I asked, reaching for a bottle of tequila. He sighs and leans on the couch "More truth or drinks?" I nodded, and he began setting the scene, this was sort of a tradition of ours, we ask questions if we don't want to say the truth, and we drink.  I was hoping we'd get the chance to talk honestly because I... needed to come clean to him about some things, and with the subject matter, I needed to be in control. I grabbed two shot glasses and some lime and salt, sitting on the couch cross-legged facing Loki on the cushion across from me. I set the glasses down and poured them out "Must I try this tequila thing?" I pointed "You made me try mead, you owe me... Though I feel like that's going to be worse but that's the best we can offer I think" I said. 

He nodded "Duly noted, ladies first" he said with a wide gesture "Okay, I've got a few from last week, so, the wildest thing you've ever done on earth that no one knows about?" I asked. He hissed while mulling over what to say "So, one time I was visiting someone on earth, this was in your 1940's... Nevada I believe." he said.  I nodded as he gestured his arm widely "I ended up calling for Heimdall a little to close to a certain... Army base," he said. I widened my eyes "What the fuck, you were not both DB Cooper and behind Roswell!" I yelled only to have him shush me  "They could still charge me for that, stop it," he said. I shook my head "But yes, I got in so much trouble for that one" he murmured "Ask Thor if you like, he was with me," he said. My eyes rolled back "Alright, my turn... How did that date go while I was gone?" I groaned, leaning my head back "He was rude to the staff, I haven't called him back" I said. 

He hums "So, the boyfriend spot is...?" "Very much still vacant" I answered, he nodded but said nothing further about the matter.  I rolled my lips through my teeth "Who were you visiting in Roswell?" Loki sighed "A friend." he said. I wait a moment in silence before clearing my throat "Loki, it's truth or drink remember?" he sighed and closed his lids "Fine, a friend I was seeing at the time" he murmured quickly. 'Damn' I thought 'Doesn't seem like a friend' he cleared his throat "What about that one you were just messaging? The one that had you smiling?" he asked. I blushed to remember that I'd found a picture of him from our mission from Kuwait on the helicarrier. We'd missed our rendezvous and had to station out with minimal supplies for three days, we rotated watches but I don't think he slept a wink. I sighed, pulling out my phone "I wasn't texting someone," I said, pulling up the picture before turning it to him. In the picture, he was draped across the jet's bench, half dangling limbs with his mouth hanging open, utterly drained. Granted, we were near the city but we couldn't risk it, so we had to camp out on the edge of the city where it was hot.