Recompense [Fólkvangr End, Book 1] [Loki Fanfiction]

Chapter Forty

Then it hits me. Literally.

“Well hey, kid!” Tony Stark crushes the air out of me again in an unsettlingly familiar fashion to the Bifrost. 

Loki frowns, “You are in excessively good spirits, Stark.”

Tony holds me out at arm’s length and gives me a gratuitous look over. “I mean, I had no idea if she was alive or not, so I think I have a right to be a little enthused.” Tony looks at Loki. “Speaking of which, thanks for the call, O Sarcastic One. We’ve been waiting on word from Asgard for weeks.”

“Apologies,” Loki sniffs and I can tell he doesn’t mean it. I pinch him and he flinches before rolling his eyes at me. “We have been…preoccupied with sudden circumstances. Which is partially why I am here today.”

I look up at Loki, “You mean to tell me that you brought me here for business?”

Loki stiffens, “Well, I had to have a word with Stark here and the other Avengers, and I know how fond they are of you. It made sense to employ your emotional bonds to persuade them to assist us…”

I sigh, pulling away from him. “Whatever. I’ll just add that our list of things we need to have a little chat about.”

“Ooh, I’m sensing a domestic here. I can go…” Tony offers, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

“Shut up,” Loki and I both say simultaneously, albeit with a difference in intention. Tony looks back and forth between us both.

“Well…?” I prompt, trying to get him to apologize. Loki stares at me blankly for a while before sighing. I roll my eyes and I turn away in a huff, eager to see if I can find any of the other Avengers. Being with them only a brief time before I still managed to develop a fondness for them. Steve saved my ass, Tony kept me mostly amused, Dr. Banner was kind…I have to admit, I am really curious as to what Loki could possibly have to say to Tony. It’s not exactly like they are friends. And when I say not exactly, of course I mean, not even remotely. Something must truly be wrong. That, or Loki and Thor are looking to throw a kickass party with Tony.

A party organized by Tony and Thor would be…epic. I kind of wish this was a thing now…

“Miss Sutton?” I hear a familiar voice ask. I look over my shoulder and a smile instantly brightens my face. I meet Steve halfway there.

“Well, well, Mr. Rogers,” I can hardly contain my excitement over Captain America. “I did not get to properly thank you last time we met.”

“It really was nothing,” Steve starts to blush a little, seeming flustered. “It didn’t really do you much good, ma’am. You were kidnapped right under my nose, and about that I am truly sorry.”

I shake my head, not really in the mood to think about it much. I lay my hand flat against his chest and press a kiss to his cheek. “You are a hero, Steve. You saved me, and you’ve saved thousands before. I am fine now and that’s all that matters.”

“Well, thank you ma’am. And I am glad to have you back,” Steve nods his head slightly and smiles before excusing himself. I look over towards the balcony where not all that long ago I was left behind. Which reminds me I’ve been meaning to have a chat with dear old Odin.

I sidle up to Tony’s bar, sitting down and staring out towards the New York skyline. I can make out the lights of Columbus Circle and I smile to see the lights of midtown Manhattan flickering on as the sun is setting. I can’t lie, I do miss Earth. I miss how it really feels like home to me—I mean, it has always been my home. Asgard is…not.

“You want a drink?” Tony asks and I swivel in my chair to look at him.

I think about it a moment and then nod, “Where’s Loki?”