Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

Bloodstreams

"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.", Tony said, mimicking a robot voice more or less successfully.

"Stark, you're not even funny.", Steve said exasperated, with one hand on his hips. Tony Stark looked up from the computer and looked actually really offended. "Naww come on man!" "...No.", Steve said convinced. Tony frowned and pointed at him disbelievingly. "Tiny bit." "NO! If you would be so kind to tell me what you are even doing here?! Your alarm made everybody think it was an emergency, like an alien ship invading New York or Bruce baking cookies, but not some nun robot with a microphone!" Bruce crossed his arms and shot Cap a glare. "HEY! What's wrong with my cookies?! Y'all love them!"

Tony grinned. "The nun is hilarious, isn't it? And Dr. Banner... I'm really sorry to break it to you, but- your teenage chick depressed attacks, in which you produce thousands of burned gamma form cookies in which you confuse sugar with salt and force everybody to eat them, are the worst nightmare of everybody in the tower. Literally. Ask the local psychologist. Or Fury." Bruce furrowed his brows sulkingly and murmured "The salt was one time. And it was an accident!"

"The nun is overly inappropriate, Stark. And what do your sick robot experiences have to do with whatever this machine is even doing?!", Steve asked, getting unpatient. He was prepared for a battle at anytime, but the technic devices and their use for the society were still more than a little suspect to him. "This nun", Tony said proudly, "keeps my little baby from doing something she will for sure regret." He patted the nun's robot head. "And I don't understand why you think it's inappropriate. It's a robot, for god's sake. Grow up, Cap."
Cap rolled his eyes. "The robot nun is wearing a pink bikini." Tony shrugged. "And?!" Steve sighed and decided to just let the nun be. "So. In which way-" Tony interrupted him. "Okay. For those of us who don't have any technical knowledge at all- This is a machine, which is connected to a camera and a neurotransmitter I injected Reindeer Games. Whenever the camera notices any movements in Izzy's flat that requieres two persons being way too close to each other- the neurotransmitter goes off, sending a signal into his nerve path, causing him to toss his cookies." Steve had listened to Tony's explanation with raised eyebrows. "...what?!" Tony grinned proudly. "Brilliant, I know. Call me a genius." "Not bad indeed.", Bruce had to admit. "Wait, what does the neuro-thing do with the cookies of reindeers?", Steve asked irritated.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Gosh, somebody's slow. Whenever Loki lays one of his not-so-devine-anymore hands on Isabelle, the nun makes him throw up. Should stop any action. Immediately. Surefire plan." Bruce clicked his tongue approvingly. "That's why you had the men's night with Loki then, I suppose?" Tony bit his lip and frowned down on the computer. "Partly. I wanted to know what he's up to, inject him the neurotransmitter in case I can't kill him- getting in touch with the enemy, you know. Though I surprisingly kinda actually like him, when he loses his 'I-am-over-everybody-so-kiss-my-reindeer-helmet-mortal' attitude, he's a fun guy. But not for my daughter, get it?!" Cap choked and coughed. "Did you just call Loki, the god of mischief, a fun guy?!" Tony nodded and shrugged. "Yeah." Cap nodded. "Alright, whatever... So the alarm went off, does that mean-" Tony interrupted him. "Yeah, the bastard was trying something, I suppose. Just sent the signal." He grinned satisfied. "Somebody's gonna have a sleepover with the bathroom, I fear."

Isabelle's POV

Suddenly, Loki's body jolted up, as if he got hit by a lightning strike. He immediately pulled away from me. Confused, I looked at him worried, still breathing heavily. "What's going on? Are you okay?!", I asked. He didn't look okay though. Even more pale than usually and he swayed a bit. I shook him slightly. "Loki?! Tell me what's going on!" He frowned. "I-" Suddenly, he pushed me out of the way and seconds later I heard the sound of him throwing up in the toilet. Oh no... The poor man. He probably didn't get totally rid of all the toxins in his body. ...On the other hand, was he being serious?! We had a bit of alone time and he decided to get sick. I sighed heavily and walked over to the couch. If we couldn't do something else after all, we might as well watch a movie.

Suddenly, as I decided we would watch Crimson Peak, a new movie I was dying to watch since ageees, my phone started ringing. Reluctantly, I looked at the screen. It was my dad. Hmm. I had actually wondered before, why the avengers had left Loki and me alone in here, when their plan had been to capture and/or kill him. "Hello?" "Sweetheart!", Tony's voice resounded in the speaker. "I was wondering if you and your reindeer friend would like to go out with us? We were thinking of going bowling. Gosh, I love bowling. Can't go wrong with bowling." What?! Something was very, very wrong here. First they wanted to kill him, now they were up for some fun bowling with us?! Sure. And the earth is some flatbread with jesus on it. "...Dad, I know you. This doesn't work with me. Tell me the truth, now.", I said, crossing my arms even though he couldn't see it through the phone.

I heard a loud sigh. "Okay okay. So, we had some kind of discussion-" "No we didn't! You talked. A lot." That was Cap's voice in the background wasn't it?! "We decided", Tony repeated, shushing somebody in the background, "since Loki isn't- at least at the moment- up to subjugating earth and you are obviously on his side with this- we are not gonna do anything about him. Yet." I was really relieved. "So-" "You came up with the idea of some family bonding to keep an eye at him. Got it.", I finished his sentence. After a moment of silence, Tony laughed. "Exactly. Are you in, or what?" I bit my lip. I wanted to calm him down, but actually I didn't even know what I was doing with Loki at the moment. And I couldn't exactly tell my dad about our deal. Also, Loki seemed to be a special guest to the bathroom, for the day. "Ah, we'd sure love to, but Loki isn't feeling really well." Translation: vomiting his soul out in my only bathroom. Life is great.

With his perfect timing as always, Loki stepped out of the bathroom. "I am fine", he said. "My body is, though in human form, capable of dealing with any form of illness rather fast. I am already feeling much better." I bit my lip hesitantly. Should we go? I suppose, if he really was feeling better, bowling was a better option than S.H.I.E.L.D agents with binoculars analyzing every spoon we dropped. "Okay. When shall we be there?", I sighed. Bowling. Yay.