Jewel Thief ◇ L. Laufeyson

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"OH AUNTIE, I'M home!"

Tony's words were flowy, like a song. His voice carried throughout the living room. I was just getting out of the shower - so it was around 8 or 9 at night. I like to shower at night, don't @ me.

I wore leggings and a pullover, one with the Captain America shield logo.

"I don't like your shirt," he deadpanned, though his arms were still outstretched. I fell into his chest, and we hugged while I fired back, "Hush, nephew. Steve is my best friend."

"Whatever, Y/N." Tony was still smiling, though I could tell the shirt pushed a few buttons. His eyes lit up suddenly and he grabbed my left hand, pulling it towards his face.

"Damn! Did you get engaged while I was out on vacation? I was only gone for a month, how'd you manage to snag a man-"

I pulled my hand away, seeing the emerald and trying to think of an excuse. "Its nothing!" I shouted at Tony. "Nothing, no...no engagement or grandkids!"

"Grandkids?" His face twisted in confusion. "I never mentioned - Oh my god are you pregnant?!"

"No!" I shouted again, louder this time. "Its just a pretty ring, Tony! This is the only finger it fits, that's all."

He patted my head, like I was a lap dog. "Phew. Anyway," he spoke quickly, changing the topic, "How've you been? Having the penthouse to yourself, not a care in the world..." he shot me an accusing look. "What'd you break?"

We walked towards the bedroom as we spoke, Tony wheeling his suitcase as we moved. "Nothing, Tony! Just...just the the toaster. But that wasn't my fault! It started exploding, kind of popping-"

Tony stopped short, his mouth agape. "You broke my Hennzmen toaster? The one I got in Greece? The shiny blue one?!"

We were at his room, in the doorway, so I shoved him inside with a short apology. Then I dashed to the elevator (grabbing my purse on the way) and clicked the Ground Floor button. Tony's toaster was important to him, it was one of his favorite souvenirs - I don't know why - but I did feel a bit bad. So I figured I go out and get him his favorite cookies - a nearby bakery makes sugar cookies flavored with alcohol.

The elevator ride would be long, so I leaned my head back on the wall and sighed, the annoying elevator music filling my ears.

"Sort of late to go out on an errand, don't you think?"

I didn't even open my eyes. I recognized him from his voice. No doubt it was another illusion. Habitually, I started fiddling with the ring. "I'm a big girl, Loki. I can handle myself."

He was quiet for a moment, then reached over and played with my sleeve. "Nice shirt."

"Thanks," I pulled my arm away. Thsi movement, however, proved Loki was actually here, not just a magic illusion like last time.

It had been almost 3 weeks since his last visit, the one in the kitchen.

"How's my father, Y/N?" Loki's tone sounded surprisingly caring.

I shrugged and finally opened my eyes, seeing he was leaning against the wall next to me, our backs pressed against the metal wall.

"He's alright. Seems very happy, actually."

Loki hummed in response. "Good."

I smiled a bit. "He tells me about you and Thor. When you were children. All about the messes you made and the childish situations you two would get into."

Loki turned so he could face me. "Really? He remembers all those years ago?"

I nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't he? You remember you're childhood, don't you?"