Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

A hungover god... RUN

Isabelle's POV

As six unusually big guys, partly with weapons and in armor-*chrm* Hawkeye and his true love, the bow *chrm*- Thor who even after a long talk with Bruce refused to leave his beloved hammer in my flat and I entered the police station, the officer on the reception looked really intimidated. He smiled nervously. "Um... May I help you?" I had just opened my mouth to say something nice to calm the poor man down, when Steve took over. "Good morning, officer." He smiled politely and I was relieved. Aww, you could always rely on Cap to save the situation- "Our dumbass friend and his former mortal enemy seem to be stuck in this... institution. The name is Tony Stark-" The officer's eyes widened and he swallowed. I raised my eyebrows. Cap without caffeine didn't seem a good combination. "Language, Cap!", Bruce hissed shocked. The officer grabbed the phone in front of him and dialed. "Detective Lestrade? Smith here. Yeah. They're here for... them." I heard a loud sigh and a "Thank god!" coming out of the earpiece. Frowning, I got a bit worried what my dad and Loki in their drunk condition could have possibly done, to make everybody that glad they were leaving. Suddenly, a door on the right swung open and a middle-aged man, looking like he just fought an exhausting battle with a comb and a stripper, stepped into the room. He stopped abruptly as he saw the seven of us and raised an eyebrow. "Ah. The lovely family, I assume? Well that explains a lot...", he muttered. Excuse me?! Natasha rolled her eyes and shot me a gaze, that was practically begging me to allow her to just smash the idiot's head against the one of the receptionist, grab Tony and Loki and get the hell outta here. "Yeahhh.... no.", I whispered, loud enough for her to hear. She pressed her lips together and bounced from one heel to the other unpatiently. Thor decided that it was a good idea to save the situation. "SEE, FRIENDLY HUMAN-", he began and I wanted to hit my head against the wall. Next, Thor would get arrested and put into a mental asylum for multiple personality disease. "WE JUST CAME HERE TO RESCUE OUR DEAR FRIENDS"-Natasha snorted- "FROM THE WRATH OF THE MEN OF POLICE. IF YOU MIGHT HAVE THE KINDNESS TO LET US TO THEM?" He smiled politely. After a second of silence, the detective raised his eyebrows and nodded understandingly. "Ah. Related to the disturbed god guy, I suppose." Thor nodded strongly, glad the officer seemed to understand. "...And I thought my family had issues.", the man murmured. "Which of you are related to Mr. Don't-you-know-who-I-am?" ...I suppose he meant my dad. "Here!" Clint and I said in unison. I looked at him really irritated. That information was kinda new to me. "Um... since when?" Clint frowned. "Oh, I thought somebody called my name." ...Okaaayyy. "Whatever. I'm Isabelle Stark, daughter of Tony Stark." The detective nodded and made an inviting gesture and opened the door to the cells. "If the gentleman-and the ladies- would be so kind to follow me." This guy seriously started to annoy the fuck out of me. Well, I suppose my dad and Loki annoyed the fuck out of him since last night, so that was just fair.

"Cell 29, here we are. You can still flee, I won't tell them.", the detective offered as we reached the cell, which earned him a disapproving glare from Thor. I peaked into the cell through the bars and was really surprised by what I had to witness. On the provisional bed in the rather small cell slept the blonde-haired Loki on the outer edge (that look still looked a mixture of strange and really really hot), almost thrown off by Tony, who occupied enough space for two of his robot suits and snored with his mouth open, loud enough to wake a deaf whale in the pacific ocean.
"Actually- please take them with you. I even lower the caution.", the detective said desperately. Then he unlocked the door. "Rise and shine, gentlemen!" The two of them didn't even move a muscle. "Yeah, they were still awake an hour ago... Tried to blackmail officers to play Truth or Dare and Strip poker with them. After they more or less successfully entertained every poor human on this station with their slightly skew version of 'Cherry Pie'. Not to forget the most awful four minutes of my life in which they thought they were born to dance the 'Gangnam Style'." Detective Lestrade shook his head. Ohmygod please tell me that's not true. I almost died of suppressed laughter. "And what are we supposed to do with them now?!", Steve asked rather irritated. The detective shrugged. "Not my division." Of course. "I'll be making the release papers." He tipped on his non-existing hat and left us to deal with 'our dear friends', as Thor would put it. I sighed and put my forehead against the nicely cold bars. Thor stomped inside the cell and shook Loki's shoulder. "DEAR BLONDE BROTHER?" ...Yeah, I doubt Loki felt addressed by that name. I turned to Natasha, Bruce and Clint who were behind me. Clint was only focused on his bow and arrows, Natasha came up with a way too violent idea and Bruce just shrugged. Why so helpful. I stepped into the cell and gently pushed a strand of Loki's blonde hair out of his face. I was tempted to smile. He looked so innocent and- Suddenly, a cold hand wrapped around mine and before I even knew what happened, a hard body pressed against mine from behind and I had a knife against my neck. The place Loki had been barely a second ago was empty. Innocent. Right. "Loki, it's just me!", I said calmingly. Immediately, his grip loosened and the knife was removed from my neck. I turned, just to see an even more pale than usually Loki swaying. He was barely able to stand on his own feet and looked like he was about to throw up. "S-sorry, love.", he muttered quietly. Oh great. Of course, now that he was human, he probably experienced a hangover for the first time. I gave him a quick smile. "It's quite alright." Thor grabbed his brother's arm and put it around his shoulders to support him. Aww. Now we just had to wake my dad up. And I knew from experience, that it would be easier to successfully fly to the moon in a saucer than to wake Tony Stark, when he unvoluntarily was "betrayed by his own body into a comatose condition in which one could as well work on his inventions". That was before Cap decided to try a method I had never thought of. "OH MY GOD, BUCKY! HIS IRON SUITS ARE AS MARVELLOUS AS WE IMAGINED- OH, I THINK I BROKE SOME WEIRD-LOOKING THING ON-", he yelled. Immediately, Tony's body jerked up from the bed and his eyes flew open. "DON'T YOU AND THAT KITCHEN MAGNET FRIEND OF YOURS DARE TO TOUCH MY LITTLE-" He blinked and fully took in the situation. Loki winced at the loudness of his voice and looked like he had just been violently run over with a truck. Repeatedly. Poor man. Tony fell back on the bed and run a hand threw his messy hair, which was sticking out in every possible direction. "Dear mother of god.", he groaned. "That's some hell of a hangover!" Yeah. "Just get you two out of here.", I said. Tony rolled his eyes, but got up slowly. Bruce and Natasha supported him and so we made our way to the divisionless and rude detective.

"Am I going to die?!", I heard Loki groan out of the bathroom, before he threw up again. I rolled my eyes. Mens and illnesses, it was always the same. "No you won't.", I answered for the fourth time. "But I want to.", he whined. May I introduce: the hungover god of mischief aka an actual five year old. "Just let it all out. You'll feel better.", I advised him. He groaned, not convinced. "...You said that two hours ago." Yeah. Because you were occupying the bathroom and I really had to go to the toilet. I was just hoping to hurry you up. "How should I have known that you apparently emptied the alcohol stock of three bloody liquor stores?!", I shot back.
He didn't answer. Well, I couldn't exactly blame him, could I? He had basically been kidnapped by my dad. And I still didn't know what happened. Neither Loki nor Tony had been in the condition to talk much.

"Do you feel better?", I asked compassionate. Loki just shot me a glare under the wet towel he had wrapped around his head. "Being human is worse than I thought."
"You mentioned that."
After a moment of silence, he looked at me again. "I wanted to apologize, Isabelle." Apologize?! Who was he again? Suddenly, he stood close to me, his arm slightly brushing mine."I'm sorry we got interrupted before." My breath faltered. I had trapped this ...-whatever it had been- in a corner of my mind, thanks to the things that happened afterwards. I was quite surprised that he was the one, speaking of that first. "Well.. I don't even know why I did that",I started rambling, like always when I wasn't sure about what I was even doing. "Period, okay? Overhyped emotions, wrong place at wrong time and everything." What was I even saying?! Help. My relationship awkwardness seemingly kicks in. Concentrate, Stark! I mentally slapped myself as the meaning of his words finally arrived in my head. He just said he was sorry that we got interrupted. My cheeks turned hot. Loki's unreadable gaze remained on me. "So, what you are saying is, that you were overwhelmed by human emotions and I was just a means to an end?", he said slowly. Wait, what? No! I mean- it wasn't like that. He wasn't just anyone. He- I didn't what to say to that. I got caught by surprise from a look of danger on Loki's face. He made a step towards me and let one of his insanely long fingers trace the contours on my lips. "You know, my love... A god has his pride.", he murmured, "And I get the impression, that maybe... I should remind you, that I am most certainly not anybody. There are no men like me. And I decided, that I am going to prove you." His voice was smooth and soft,his gaze an arousing mixture of tempting and dangerous. I shivered. My ability to think properly had said goodbye as he started walking towards me, so I felt helplessly exposed to his tempting conviction. The wet towel around Loki's head fell to the floor and our lips met.

Meanwhile, Somewhere

An emotionless robot voice resounded in the suspiciously quiet area.

"Setting off Code Red. I repeat, Code Red. Alarm has been activated. Intervention requiered. INTERVENTION REQUIERED!"

A man stormed into the room, followed by two others.

"Neurotransmitter is set. And go go go!",a male voice said concentrated and strained.

"Operation NST is at full operating basis. Systems are checked. Ready to submit. Starting transmission. I repeat, starting transmission."

"We are good, transmission at 99%. Wait, what is the foreign signal?! Report!"

"Sir, you are getting hacked. Unauthorized access to systems. Ongoing activity at 99.9. Transmission cannot be stopped."

"No! Abort! ABORT-"

"Transmission ensued. System shutdown."

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