|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 92• Little Mischief

"You're not supposed to be here," Y/n said. She wished she had a weapon to defend herself if necessary. "This is my head. My dream. My head." A mischievous smirk formed on his lips before he chuckled. "You don't have to tell me, darling. I know where we are." She looked back at him. She wanted to slap that smirk off. "Aren't you going to tell me how much you missed me?" "I haven't given you much thought lately if I'm being honest. Not much to miss if you don't think about it." Loki chuckled again. He looked a little older. His hair was a bit longer as well and he seemed more muscular than the last time she saw him. It may have been a while but that is not exactly what he looked like back in New York. He looked more mature. Less boyish. "You look different."
"Well, I've grown. And so have you." He eyed her up and down before taking a seat. His gaze still locked on her. Y/n followed him to the sitting area and sat down in the chair across from him. "You look gorgeous. All grown up." Loki added. "I have a boyfriend." Y/n spat at him. Loki tilted his head slightly. "Do you?" He questioned, "After what you did?" Y/n bit down on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to punch him so badly or blast his face off. She would love to hit him with one of those shots from the widow gauntlet. Oh, to see him getting tossed around by The Hulk again. "Peter loves me." "The spider-ling. Yes. I'm sure he did." His accent sent little shivers up and down her spine. His gaze burning almost. "Are you in my mind? Am I imagining you or are you a real person?"
"You assume I stepped into your mind as a conscious person? Mind control. All whilst you're asleep?" Y/n nodded her head slightly and took a sip of her drink. It didn't taste like anything. "Well, then you would be right," Loki answered.

He conjured himself a drink as well. He held it up like he was making a toast before he lowered the glass to his lips. "So, you're still alive?" Loki nodded and pointed a finger at her. "And so are you." He spoke up. Y/n watched as he set his glass on the table. "You could have died. You were supposed to. And yet here you are. Asleep, but alive." Y/n did not like his tone. What did he mean by that? Supposed to die? "And how would you know that? I thought you were the God of Mischief not the God of life." She said to him. That was the last she remembered. Thor had told her all about his brother. Natasha and Tony weren't too happy about it most of the time. Y/n has always preferred the Black Widow villain stories anyway. "I am. I work somewhere now. A place where we're keeping track of the multiverse." A job? Loki, the God of Mischief, has a job? "I saw you. Of course, you, of all people, would manage to pop up on my screens." Loki said to her. Y/n frowned at him. What was he talking about? "You were supposed to die – but you didn't - so here I am."
"Going to kill me or something?" Y/n asked. Loki leaned back in his seat and pressed all fingers of both of his hands together. It was weird to see him without the scepter. "No, I wanted to see how you were doing." The tone in his voice was a lot softer, more gentle, than before. Almost caring. "Are you sure you're the real Loki?" She asked. "Well, I must admit, I am not the same person I was back in New York." Y/n's gaze traveled over him in his seat. "So, you care about me now? How thoughtful." He chuckled lightly. "You were supposed to die and start a machine that would rip a hole in space and time. A crack in the multiverse. The question is, why didn't you?"
"The universe clearly couldn't live without me and my brilliant mind," Y/n replied sarcastically. "Your heart failed, as did your lung. I am aware of that. I'm just trying to figure out why." His gaze lingered a little closer. He leaned toward her slightly while he remained seated, keeping a fair distance between them. "And people say I'm the cockroach."

"I don't know what to tell you. It's a gift, apparently." Loki stood up. "Yes, one you were not born with." He said, "So, I wonder how Tony Stark's daughter managed to escape death when none of the others could." Y/n frowned at him. "Others? You know about the others?" Loki walked up to sit on the armrest of her chair. "Yes. I read their files. Stumbled upon them when I was looking up Stark's name. Just out of curiosity. I saw your name. Read five hundred thirty-eight of them that all seemed to have the same ending. She gets the idea, she tries to make that idea a reality, and loses her life." He summed up. Y/n glanced up at him. "Glorious purpose-"
"No, no. That's what I say. Not you." He cut her off. "What do you want me to call it then?" Y/n was still trying to figure out what he was doing in here and more importantly, how he managed to get in. Even if he was speaking the truth, and he was using magic, why would he bother? It had to be magic. That seemed like the most logical explanation. "Fine, fine, you can call it your glorious purpose." Loki sighed. "Thought so," Y/n mumbled smugly. "The point is, Little Stark, that something was different compared to all the others." She tried to think back. She fought with Natasha. Peter talked to her. Tony was there. "Maybe I'm just that special." Loki gave her an annoyed glare. "If you don't know, then how am I supposed to know?" He stood back up and let out another sigh. Y/n thought about Peter. He must hate her right now. She hurt him. So badly. "Did you see Peter?" Loki glanced down at her. "I came here for you. Not your boyfriend. I didn't see him."