C.H.A.S.M. [MARVEL FANFICTION] ✓completed

9

Where I start on something I probably shouldn't have and talk to Asgardians

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In the TV room on the second floor, it was decided that everyone should go to bed. Even Penny agreed, and they all returned to their rooms. The sound of Clint explaining the looks on everyone's faces to Thor could be heard echoing down the halls, as could Thor's loud laughter.

Penny drifted off into an uneasy sleep, awakening again an hour later. It was then that she realized she'd fallen asleep dressed in her sweatpants and shirt, which were still wet from the rain.  She changed clothes again, and went back to the passage.

She decided to head for the fourth floor once more, hoping to bump into Pietro. But it wasn't Pietro who sat on the edge of the roof, admiring the stars that had decided to show themselves once more. It was Loki.

She sat down next to him, and he glanced sideways.

"You're new here, are you not?" Loki enquired.

"That depends on the definition of 'new'," Penny replied, slightly agitated with that question being asked of her over and over, "but I suppose so."

"Whose descendant are you?" He inquired almost suspiciously, studying her.

"Pietro."

He nodded slowly, his eyes lingering for a moment on the lighter streak in her hair.

"I have no quarrel with his people."

Penny smiled.

"And with whose people do you have quarrels?"

Loki shrugged.

"Mostly Thor's. He's easy to prank, but he doesn't really understand the concept. And Stark — he's the ideal target. He threatens a lot, but the look on his face if you get it right... I don't expect you to understand."

"I think I do," Penny argued, "I love playing pranks myself. Just yesterday I mixed mayonaise into the jam. Tony liked it though, which spoiled the fun just a bit. But the looks on everyone's faces when Jarvis told them it was mayonaise... Priceless."

"Tell me..." Loki began, "This... mayonaise. It does not mix well with what you mortals call jam?"

"You just called it jam too!" Penny pointed out, offended by the term 'mortals', "but no, it doesn't. It's disgusting, although appearantly Tony thinks otherwise."

Loki nodded to himself once more.

"Perhaps you could aid Michael and Loraine and I in a prank war sometime," he mused, and Penny smiled.

"Sounds like fun."

They lapsed back into silence, both gazing at the stars.

"They're beautiful..." Penny muttered.

Loki snapped out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"The stars," Penny gestured to the sky, "they're beautiful."

"True," Loki agreed, "and so different from those at Asgard."

"What are stars like on Asgard?" Penny asked curiously, and Loki sighed.

"They're... You know what — come look for yourself sometime."

Before any more could be said, the twins burst onto the roof.

"See!" Michael triumphed, "I told you he'd be here!"

"But he's not alone," Loraine argued, "so you were wrong there, brother."