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"Anthony, what in the hell are you proposing? This is ridiculous!"
"You want to talk ridiculous, let's talk your horns next time, and I really prefer you don't call me that. My lord, my liege will do just fine thanks," Tony shot back before slamming the door in his face. Loki stood stock still for a moment. He rubbed his eyes exasperatedly at the sudden childish nature of his least favorite avenger...that had led to him being locked in a room with his favorite avenger.
"Do you know what this is about?" She hissed from behind him, clearly not amused by Tony's antics either.
"Perhaps I do," he began softly, "and this is why I refrain from talking to my barbarian of a brother about anything," he seethed, hoping the words would be heard through the crack of the locked door. To his luck, the door flung open dramatically to reveal a chuckling Thor.
"Brother, you are acting much more childish than I. I see the way you look at her when you think she isn't looking. Confess. Or are you afraid of a woman?" Thor chuckled as Loki pursed his lips and made a beeline for the door. It was quickly closed and Thor's raucous laughter could be heard as he waltzed back down the hallway. Loki irritatedly jiggled the handle of the door, steam almost visibly rising off him.
"Afraid of a woman? I'll kill your brother for that later," she crossed her arms over her chest, looking only slightly less irritated than her counterpart.
"You'd be doing me a favor," he whispered through clenched teeth before releasing the handle with a grunt of dissatisfaction. "If we are going to get out of here I must tell you something, and I wish for it not to affect our current relationship." He turned to her and drew her sudden attention as he spoke so cryptically.
"I don't know much that could," she gave a snort, thinking back to his New York mishap.
"Listen," suddenly he was in front of her, taking each of her hands gently into his. The air in the room shifted as she tried to keep her mouth from hanging open. This must be serious. "There are few people that I...care for. There are few people that care for me. You have become a good ally over the course of the last year and my affections," he glanced down at your intertwined hands before meeting your gaze with an unparalleled urgency, "they've grown for you. I wish to...make you mine."
