(Loki x reader) The Evil One

30: We Need a Plan

For the next two weeks, I didn't see Loki, and Loki didn't see me. I moped and sulked, being pissy for two whole weeks.

But Tony kept telling me to make up with loki. Apparently, according to Tony, 'moping' for Loki meant playing target practice with Tony.

Tony being target.

Loki being practice.

Knifes being the only thing Loki threw at Tony.

And Tony told me that Parker had managed to get Loki all riled up, by telling him he'd better not screw up or Parker would personally see to it Tasha murdered him.

"Alright," Tony set his whiskey glass on the table with a clink.

Tasha turned her steely eyes to him.

Tony cleared his throat. "Let's lock them in a room together."

Thor crossed his arms. "Foolish idea."

Tony glared at him. "It is not, I'm a genius. We lock them in a room together, not unlike Seven Minutes in Heaven, and see what happens. If he tries to kill her, we save her. She tries to kill him, we leave her be. I'm sure she has her reasons."

Tasha scoffed quietly. "I agree with Tony."

Tony gave her a wide-eyed look. "I'm sorry, did you just agree with me?!"

Tasha glared at Tony harder than Tony was capable of. "I'm going to take it back."

Tony looked triumphantly at the rest of the avengers. "Listen. This is our assassin baby. And unfortunately, it's also Thor's Reindeer Games. I refuse to claim to have any relation to him. But, since it's my Assassin Baby, we've gotta make sure she's happy. So who's with me?"

The other avengers exchanged many different looks, expressions varying. Bucky was the first to speak. "We put her though hell, then dragged her back. Maybe it's not such a good idea."

Tony winked at him. "That's coming from Satan's right hand man himself-" he started to say, but Tasha threw an ice cube at him, and it hit his temple, so he shut up.

"I think she'd get a kick out of it...if she weren't pissed with him." Tasha kept her eye on Tony, who was rubbing his temple while sucking on the ice cube.

"Or she'd ignore him the whole time and come after us with a machine gun afterwards," Sam said, crossing his arms as Bucky attempted to put a piece of gum on his head.

"Why don't we just set them up..like The Parent Trap?" Steve offered.

Bucky smiled. He'd watched that with Steve less than two days ago. Both versions.

"Why don't we not?" Tony offered over the ice cube.

Steve-the-human-ice-cube-Rogers gave Bucky a look(so he stopped trying to put gum in Sam's hair)and leaned forward in his seat. "Let's at least lock them in a big room so she can stay on one end if she doesn't want to accept Loki's apology."

Tasha sighed. "Tony, for once, you've got an idea that I don't want to burn up and forget."

Tony smiled widely, leaning back in his chair even further. "Well buttercup, you'd have to burn me up and forget me, cause I'm all good ideas. And you don't seem to like any but your own."

Bucky wrapped his arms around Tasha's waist, so she just glared the daggers at Tony instead of legit stabbing him with them.

And the Avengers had a plan.

Me and Loki.

Together.

In one room.

Yesterday, I had a friend looking at my tattoo, which reads 'If lost, please return to Tom Holland'. 

He said, "Fuck Tom Holland!"

I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Man, I'm trying!"

He's no longer saying stuff like that anymore.