Title: Crumbling Resistance.
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Word count: 597
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel (both comics and movies). No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Post Avengers AU, disregards Iron Man 3 and Thor: TDW. This is the next installment of my adventdrabbles 2014 series No Time For Sentiment. Prompt 9: The North Pole
Summary: Loki could literally feel his meager resistance crumbling even as he tried to instill some sense back into their thick skulls.
Loki had finished the breakfast Captain Rogers had set before him and was ready to announce his intention to head home when Stark stole his thunder.
“Forget it, Reindeer. Looks like the bloody North Pole out there and you don't even have a coat. I'm not letting you walk out until the snow removal crews get a hold on the mess on the streets, so you might as well save your breath.”
Loki blinked, unused to being spoken thus by anyone, least of all a mortal.
“You realize I can teleport right into my apartment, don't you, Stark? I don't have to deal with the snow unless I want to.”
Instead of seeing sense, as Loki had intended, his host glared frustrated daggers at him and folded his arms across his glowing chest in a mulish gesture that reminded him of his br—of Thor.
”What happens to what I want, magic fingers? I told you that I want to have you near just last night. Please don't tell me you've forgotten that already, because you'll crush my wounded heart if you do that.”
“You've got to use some other excuse, Stark. That one won't work, you know? Rumor has it you don't have a heart at all, man.” Barton interjected from his perch atop one of the cabinets, causing the roomful of Avengers to explode into loud laughter and momentarily diverting everyone's attention away from Loki's no doubt revealing reaction to Iron Man's thoughtless quip.
“Director Fury will object to my presence here. He was most insistent in housing me as far away from the team as possible. You store all your weapons and some sensitive information on the premises. It'd be madness to expose all of that to the man who almost destr...”
“Don't wanna hear it, babe. Don't wanna let you say it, either. I'm tired of all that 'I'm bad. I'm bad. Oh-my-gosh-I'm-so-awfully-bad' thing you've got going. So what if you brought your friends along and tried to take over the city? I sold weapons to guys who'd take over the world if we give them a chance!”
“Tony, I don't think that's the right approach to...”
“Yes, it is! We've been tiptoeing around this punk's issues for months already and none of your 'gentle approach' has worked, Rogers. He doesn't understand we really want him around every time we invite him along for our weekly get togethers. He doesn't even know I built him his own bloody floor six fucking months ago because he's too busy self-flagellating himself to listen to anything we say. The New York debacle is ancient history, Loki. Let it go already, for fuck's sake!”
Loki stood there and stared at them, wide-eyed. Hot color rose across his cheeks as his embarrassment grew and he'd have snarled something truly unforgivable in self-defensive retaliation if Thor hadn't chosen that second to step into the breach:
“Please dismiss the bluntness of the words and focus on the sentiment behind them, for it describes the truth of the team's attitude towards you, brother. You are one of us already and the only person here who isn't aware of it yet is you, Loki.”
Unusually unguarded green eyes sought out the reassurance shining in Thor's earnest blue ones and Loki could literally feel his meager resistance crumbling even as he tried to instill some sense back into their thick skulls:
”Fury will never allow...”
“Leave Fury to me, Reindeer. This is my goddamned Tower. I'm the guy who decides who the hell gets to stay here. And you, my dear, are definitely staying.”