{ Author's Note: I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T PUBLISH TIS YESTERDAY! I wasn't feeling too well, so it completely slipped my mind! Oh well, hope you guys aren't too mad at me *sighs* }
You sat in your room, sharpening your knives and planning how best to kill Tony.
"He's lucky I didn't have me dagger with me.." You muttered, tears silently streaming down your face.
"Who is it?" You called before anyone had even knocked.
"Natasha." She called gently through the locked door.
"Go away." You growled.
"No, let me in."
It was unnerving how gentle her voice was.
You sighed, getting up and unlocking the door, then going bak to sharpening your large collection of blades.
"Oh my Gods, that's a lot of blades." Nat said, seeing the throwing knifes, hatchets and daggers spread all across your bed.
"What do you want?" You ask, your eyes red and puffy from crying.
"To make sure you're alright."
There was something off in her voice, you could feel it.
You looked up and glared at her as she sat on the corner of your desk.
"That's not fooling me, Loki."
Loki sighed, turning back into himself as you once again looked down, only to realize you had sharpened everything.
"How did you see through the disguise?" He asked lightly.
"Your voice was too gentle. Nat's voice is... harsher than that, even with me, and we've been friends for a while before... New York.."
You felt awkward, bringing up the "Incident," as you liked to call it.
He chuckled.
"Good to know. Now, beautiful, why did you run off crying? Are you ashamed at our love?"
Your eyes went huge.
"N-No!" You gasped, slightly hurt he would ask such a thing. "It's just.. Tony didn't have permission to show the picture, or talk about it!"
"Well, you did show the 'Stony' photo."
"But that was just fan art, not an actual picture of them.." Your voice trailed off.
"Your argument is weak." He smirked.
He sat there, watching as you threw a throwing knife into a cutout of Tony's head. He noticed that you ha cutouts of everyones' heads, all except Nat having holes in them.
"Why does my face have holes in it?" He wondered aloud.
"There's twenty seven, one for every time you've made me mad." I said, throwing another knife into Tony's barely existing cutout.
"How many are in each one?" He asked quitetly.
"Thor has thirty four, Cap, seventeen, Clint, twenty one, Bruce, twelve, Nat, zero, and I lost count of Tony's after one hundred."
Loki chuckled.
You laid back carefully on your bed, only to quickly sit back up.
"Look what I figured out I can do!" You squealed, putting your hand up and making the two knives float back into your hand.
You looked at him to see a shocked look on his face.
"How did you do that?"
You shrugged, using your newfound powers to put the blades away.
"{First Name}, you're a Midgardian. How did you do that?"
"I don't know!" You snarled.
"Is that all you can do? Move things?"
You nodded.
"All that I know of."
He picked you up bridal-style, which made you squeal, and teleported to the lab.
{ I know this one was kinda long, but I hope it was fun! I promise to update tomorrow! 💜 }
