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lets hear it for americas suitehearts

( you cant tell me finn wittrock wouldnt have made a good loki ). ( I love tom dont get me wrong it was just an idea I had ).
-authors note

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"Loki Laufeyson, sent to the Avengers in hope of seeking the 'rehabilitation' Asgard cannot offer," was the note taped crudely to the gods chest when Nick Fury delivered him to the tower.

The group gathered around Tony as he read the note, and they exchanged glances.

"What does 'rehabilitation' mean? And why cant Thor watch him? Hes his brother, after all," Tony said to Fury once his eyes has completed the scan of the ink. He recognized the hand writing as that of Thor's. Messy and uneven.

"Thor has business on Asgard to attend to."

He wouldnt go into further - any - detail. He simply said it was what he had been told, and he wasnt going to press gods for further detail when they didn't have the want to give it.

Then Bruce asked why Nick Fury himself couldn't watch him.

"I'm not no damn babysitter. You've delt with him before. Hes not that hard to take care of. Food and water three times a day and he's golden."

They exchanged a few coarse words before the 'leader' disembarked. Again, the Avengers looked around at each other. Then all eyes landed on Tony.

"Your problem," they all agreed.

An argument broke out, though which Loki stood near the wall. Silently. A sort of mask covered him mouth, and his hands were chained tightly. It was amusing for him to watch the group bicker.

"Why is he my problem!? Why not Steve?"

"'Don't touch my stuff'? You obviously consider Loki yours, so why not take him? You spoke into your earpiece while you said it, so don't deny," Steve replied.

Tony glanced over at the God. He'd talked to sitting on his knees, leaning against the wall.

He sighed. "You know what? Fine. I'll babysit him and I'll be the best God damn babysitter you'll all be jealous."

"Whatever you want to tell yourself to make this easier," Clint joked, recieving a kick in the leg.

Tony brushed off his clothes and shrugged, wiping his palms on his thighs. He'd be lying if he said he wasnt a little nervous. Because, like, hell. Loki did try to kill them all and caused him extreme PTSD and anxiety but, no, he was going to welcome him as a friend. Okay. He could do this. "I'll take him to my suite. If far away so if he does go berserk he wont cause too much damage before I contact you guys. Yeah? Okay!"

With around ten minutes more of discussion, they dispersed into the tasks they had been attending to earlier, and Tony turned to Loki. The gods eyes were closed and he wondered, briefly, if he was sleeping.

The curiosity soon went away when one of his eyes opened to look at Tony with his own curiosity.

"Right then," Stark said. "You're coming home with me. Should be fun, right?"

Loki blinked.

"Oh yeah. Mask. Maybe we can take it off of you at the house?"

Blink.

"Yeah."

At Tony's motion to follow, Loki hopped to his feet, his steps light despite his boots.

They entered the elevator and stood at the wall, side by side, looking ahead.

"Do you like sugar cookies," Tony asked. Loki looked at him, confusion written on his face. After a few seconds of pondering why the question was asked, he nodded. "Cool. We can make some later. I've been wanting some for forever."

The elevator reached the first floor and they stepped out. Natasha sat at a desk, typing on a screen. She didnt look up as she mumbled, sarcastically, "Lets hear it for americas suitehearts."

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( a l s o. Loki and Tony are my comfort characters so just remember that okay 👉👈)
-authors note